Dreaming in style

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While the hands do click clock tock,

i do sleep in varied positions,

yet my hands are bound the covers i am in.

All that is inflammed are my dreams,

which it said,

“were r u?”

πŸ˜πŸ˜€πŸ˜ŽπŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Β© oliver a. melendez.

Β© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 80

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Phoenix codicus

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In a world of constant sorrow. . ,

In a world of volatile violent tommorows. . ,

Can we be like thereof that holds our jars,

Can we imitate that which can be held down in a box,

I dunno, will u?

I dunno, can I?

If there is an elpis of Pandora left in us,

can we try not to say,

can we try not to do,

will we ever act accordingly

in each of us

a responsibility,

first to be selfish,

then be selfless,

and sacrifice time

to the hopeless.

πŸ˜πŸ˜‘πŸ˜ΆπŸ˜πŸ˜‘πŸ˜πŸ˜‘πŸ˜ΆπŸ˜πŸ˜

Β© oliver a. melendez.

Β© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 99. b2.08

dzdhu., dp., lbl;081017le

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For you and me to see the love of Deities,

we are subject to our own myths and belief.

Its in the monotheistic way of what it means to use,

a perfect race with all its imperfect behaviors that was once,

and still ever be.

πŸ˜πŸ˜ΆπŸ˜ŠπŸ˜‘πŸ˜ƒπŸ˜‹πŸ˜£

Β© oliver a. melendez.

Β© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 104. b2.13

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Beauty lies. . .

not in heart

not in soul

not upon the eyes of those who behold.

But the bearer of it,

who keeps the flame

may it burn brighter

even more in times where darkness

has a hold,

than your light.

πŸ€”πŸ˜πŸ˜‚πŸ˜πŸ˜˜πŸ˜ƒπŸ˜‘πŸ˜—πŸ˜„

Β© oliver a. melendez.

Β© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 113. b2.22

The avenging dhudle

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All i gotta do, is nuthin

but roll off.

Rock on and keep

this phunk off.

πŸ˜‘πŸ˜…β˜ΊπŸ™‚πŸ€—πŸ˜“πŸ˜žπŸ˜²πŸ˜²πŸ˜²

Dhudle

Β© oliver a. melendez

@Vb 142. b2.52

Interlude

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May it be you,

the one who have helped.

I needed you when i didnt want you,

now that i want to need you,

you are not there.

Oh my darling, I am missing you,

My sweet close heart.

I want but i cant coz i need not of yours,

but your comfort, your lovely eyes to see.

Knowlingly with a sound, touch or even whisper.

“dont, im here. Let me help you up, we’ll face it together,

maybe not forever. I am here dont bother. I am here now . . .”

πŸ˜―πŸ™πŸ˜΄πŸ˜πŸ˜ͺπŸ˜œπŸ˜›πŸ˜«πŸ€“πŸ˜ŒπŸ˜²πŸ˜’πŸ˜žπŸ˜”πŸ˜ŸπŸ˜•πŸ˜–πŸ˜’πŸ˜­πŸ™ƒπŸ˜·πŸ˜¦πŸ€’πŸ˜§πŸ€•πŸ˜¨πŸ˜©πŸ€‘

Β© oliver a. melendezβŠ™β– D3D14$/ VDL C8.3 / B2.87

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Halfway among the stars I travelled in the lake in which i take the mast of my,

Life.

In the sea of the ocean of my heart there is a room unknown to me yet i cling as branch for you,

Love.

Then after than breathe i can and cannot make to take and years to break what more can you do,

Live.

How much more if you do what you have to,

Learn.

πŸ˜πŸ€”πŸ˜ŽπŸ˜€πŸ˜πŸ˜πŸ€”πŸ˜ŽπŸ˜€πŸ˜

Β© oliver a. melendezβŠ™β– D3D14$/ VDL C8/B2:90