. . Is it just when the ice does melt; whereas the fire fire do melt

my tempered attitude willingly deny the truth when your fact is an act

towards not to me.

But you will never admit your mistakes because you still make your egocentric self-defense as,

the one who put me here in this world. 

Here’s Megatron,

use it well let’s see,

so please don’t ever tell me,

I was any Soundwave whom never spoke.

I am not your Decepticon.



®Artsydhude 97-19


Seasons of Reasons.

Give me a reason of my love,

share your wisdom that I need of.

Yet when u were near almost 50,15, 7 years

held me once upon a love,

which lusted and lasted two years of what happiness is;




and the life we were meant,

thus any weren’t was and still is our own now.

Tell me your own lies were that 

importance and your priorities comes last,

My naked eyes do show,

and see in me yours.



®Artsydhude 97-18

™XENOphagz, XenoGrapx

Water of my melon.

Have you seen a past,

full of life?

Have you known that then is not now?

I used to be,

But I still do,

I longed for a hot sexy and steamy ones,

Yet when I looked at you.

I can be sweet in your face,

but do gag on my own when you are not around.

I do wonder how Adam,

how he took a bitter tasting fig,

not knowing what he got into.

not knowing what it meant to keep blaming.

not knowing what uncomfortable life they are getting into.

I would like him more than all of the ones, who fucked up the real eden.



®artsydhude 97-18


Parle vous comunicado

If language is the thread of civilization,

If language would link all that of then and now.

Can it make more life easier,

Should it be a barrier when

all things are possible.

Or do we all prefer as a person as a singular


that we all want to be left alone.



® artsydhude 97-18


Deflect to Reflect.

A feather was given to me by a crow.

It has rainbow colors.

The crow looked at me sideways.

I pulled yellow,

I saw myself at 80’s.

I pulled blue,

I saw myself from a toddler into my 8th year.


I saw none but I felt all of the fear I felt

through all my years.


All of the opportunity missed and experiences.


Felt all the range of rage,

to all my loneliness of all my sorrows.


My immediate and relatives

the ones who loved me,

those who can say but not even dare show.

On a whim of a breeze, I feel the last feather

Shown a color of what people are,

shown the true test of a person’s love and affection.


why even bother to give when one can not even leave

his ego behind, 

and ends what a past can hold.



®artsydhude 7-18


There is a train. . . 

Coming out,

but never going in.

Coming thru

yet don’t want to get to.

One is asking,

please stop.

The other,

has that black fuel all of the emotional stress with it.

How do I stop,

can it take a break

so my body doesn’t can make something

out of this brain.