and when I do,
you still lead me into that air.
“Where is the morning,
When all has gone into mourning,
Have I lost my own loving,
While I have none to take,
to make me triggered on every sense for me to be stressed.
Which one can do,
For me to invert and revert that which was negative,
Into a positive moment.”
©O.a.M , @rtsyDhude
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,
You can never touch,
The things I want for me.
A dim -wit light came
A line of fear took a silly tears
I heard it moaned,
screamed and shout two years removed
“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.
®ohms,artsydhude all works thereof
That red crayon lable told me its vermillion.
Then when i used it on a thick paper it bled purple.
Be steadfast in quatrains,
in all the loveliest stanzas of old,
though i do pen my grief and pain
the sorrow of my tommorow is and was be told,
Then why ask Y, when i can hear thy name of, I.
Poems and artwork by
© Oliver A Melendez
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.
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.
© oliver a. melendez.
© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude
@Vb 126. b2.35/ Dhudles