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
Set this elpis on fire,
set this motion and let it roll on the wire.
As Skoll went and lament yet laughed hard,
Then Hati never had any score settled.
Did that flames of all the doubts,
and the scorn of my fears,
it does get born.
Erstwhile that Elpis did move under my jar.
What hope can,
what life maybe,
where is step,
She may be,
To be alive is power
– Emily Dickinson
That power resides,
where one moves,
the other loves,
the life grows
and lessons mature in time.
We live in power that we all
take and take and take,
but not to eat its own cake,
still sharting out
farting it out,
not using it,
where and when to know how to bake
that power of the powder,
where we all once got caked.
It has been a long road of admission of sins of the past.
The path of thorns of adopting habits accumulated just like that.
To adjust from mood, attitude, and behavior comes and go like no other downwind.
To be and to know that Acceptance cannot be just like so, its hard to bear but once its there,
Its not easy nor hard;
at least for the part of having it near,
causes the concept of love much more clear.
Last before the least,
Will it end the mark of my own beast,
Will Cain submit to me,
For Abel isnt my reality.
Can my frenemy call me “mentor”,
Although he isnt that likeable as one would say a good pagterno.
I may be a lone rebel but my thoughts mimic a pack of wolves that can stampede and we will level.
Then it cried,
alas at last,
the end of the lines of my worry will come to pass,
After which another would,
or will it begin amassing near sol,
or would Luna be full first before,
creations starts again over and again.