The spirit . . .

. . . Do go on.

Loves none but not to move,

only to make someone,

… or any to be forward thinking.

In a way we are to make,

not of history,

even conforming or not.

A force which may or not do bind,

each knot of past and future,

a depression that states all of situational stress.

so, yes.

The spirit will make us all move,

into our own . . .

👽💀👽💀👾🆙️🦂📳👇👇⛾⛾⛾

XENOphagz

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Acknowledgement p.

Diem libris.

. . .

dp.

– – –

To whom does this life belongs to,

it was always credited to the ones that knew me not,

only to bore me into a life,

may whosoever be the one bare did say,

 “We brought you into this and had invested

in you,

but you will serve us willingly or unwilling.”

 Then that unconditional is never there,

only in my mind.

For them,

I owe my life,

For me;

I do not.

😗😗😗😜🐌🙉💀🆙☝🆕

©O.a.M

®Artsydhude 97-19

™XENOphagz

Diem libris.

fc.

9012.3

. . .

The age of my grey hair

may be a mystery to you.

For me,

Its a statement that I have been a thinker

throughout which a life of a sinner,

one day I know I am to be respected in that

court of justice.

Facing a crime of my own intelligence.

😸😏🎭🙉😜🆕☝🆙

©O.a.M

® Artsydhude 97-19

™XENOphagz

. . Oo,

alam ko naging brutal at grabe ang aking mata.

.. alam ko.

nanyari na, 

kaso pa ulit ulit na lan at di mawala araw araw.

How am I to be. . 

a good person,

a loving parent,

loyal companion.

When a mountain of comparison

never stops only to flow

from your waterfall.

yes it does overflow when I hit

those bricks of assumption not of you,

only the history I partake and eat all of my shit.

🙉🎭😏🆕☝🆙

©O.a.M

®Artsydhude 97-19

™XENOphagz

Calico-tan

To me,

My Brunhilde.

To me,

My loveliest

Valkyrie.

The one who left

My irish lass,

Loved me the same.

As the years of our sleep

remains upon not of my name.

Crept and slept of the memory

of enamored moments of

Companionship loves us,

With his grace in my life.

My Jo.

. . . sana maulit muli”

-Gary Valenciano.

Sa iyo sana I alay ko ito.

At sana ikay nandito pa,

para lan masabi ko,

mahal kita una as my only closest friend.

mahal kita 2nd as would have been your confidant.

and so much I want to hold you for the last time,

and really do tell you.

You loved me where no one even dared love me.

You knew it.

I knew it.

Thing is, with him you had no escape.

Thing is, with him you saw me and I knew how much,

you wanted me to know,

you really cant.

I can only be there,

coz you,

were there.

How much I want,

to go back one last time.

At least just for us two.

Knowing what is your hand offered for my

poker face.

NsVs x AuVi z.66h

What love of love must I always endure,

when love came in across two oceans I swam,

to know a fruit of life and light to be joined,

not in any kind of sorrow or joy.

Yes, I will . . .

Yes,I wont. . .

but it’s here anyway.

I will not endure nor regret anymore of it.

I must, will and ever be present and do

participate along.

Not to pretend, or play alongside nor even be plastic

of any sense at all.

Yes to Life,

Yes to it all.

but No,

to me.

😎🎭😏🆙

©oam

®artsydhude 97-18

™XENOphagz