Yellow is the sky

,after I read your eye.

Brown shall be

the one to make me

Love your “I’s”.

Black could be my heart,

Knowing only.

You can never touch,

The things I want for me.


As the sun is of be like a moon,

which shines far up above

and make any day,

hell to pay.

I will make the night to be as my day,

than the day is not of my night.



ยฎArtsydhude 97-18

โ„ขXENOphagz, XenoGrapx

NmBc s42

A dim -wit light came 

and shouted a fateful night.

A line of fear took a silly tears

 of  a cat on that strange lamp light.

I heard it moaned,

 screamed and shout two years removed

 in that pale yellow moonlight.

 “Some bah deeeeee toooo. Loooooo ooo ove.”

 It sang to me like no other,

in a time I loved but not even one,

did try to give only mouth fodders.


ยฉoliver Melendez

ยฎohms,artsydhude all works thereof



Can you hear me,

my blind justice.

Can you see me,

my stalwart hands.

Do these balance take hold.

Do that check hands fold.

Make me an instrument of your amendments.

Make me an instrument of the practice.

Who am I,

then to uphold and upheld,

to which end.



@rtsydhude, fan-@rt 2017.


Burned at sight.

To see beyond sight,

in the forest that burns bright. . .

I saw it looked at me,

so fearful for his life.

Still it thinks Iam an anti-gonistic in nature,

for it was at home

it only needs to depend to defend and I was

the one to offend,

doesnt matter how i try to be gullible about

fear of it and by it…

So please lets not,

burn the night coz

its symmetry does

shine ever bright.

At midnight in the forest

of my twilight night.


ยฉ oliver a. melendez.

ยฉ all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 126. b2.35/ Dhudles