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
Not to pretend, or play alongside nor even be plastic
of any sense at all.
Yes to Life,
Yes to it all.
. . . noon, ngayon at kelanman.
Ang aking diwa nawawala.
Halos wala akong mahita sa mga tamang tao.
Kundi ang maling akala na pinamana sa akin.
For the absolute good intentions,
in their purpose to make valid of sacrifices they have made.
of their knowledge that my life can be,
yet now I am so baffled,
on what I need to be.
Tomorrow is not set or written,
it will be when every microsecond has passed and see its lesson as is.
Create me a world of my mind,
Let my memory be not far behind,
All of the thoughts then destroy
the ones that cannot keep the day in weep.
Let all stress express than suppress
while my behavior gets to me than my attitude.
Let all flaws flow from and to,
I believe in all of the sins of my mistake
then only when,
The ocean of me.
To honor someone
Is to respect what they had become.
To admire their history
You’d still give them what they expected and wanted to hear.
So Do I dare,
Please your shit,
With all the fuck ups you gave me.
In spite of all greed that you keep til this day.
I know not to be of you,
I know not to be like you.
Yes I will always pray for your petty soul.
Yes I will always ask for your salvation.
In that sense I will always cherish,
In that sense I will respect you.
Only to know only in his day,
When I am in his court
I will weigh in at that gaping mouth of the crocodile,
And heralded into that escalators of heaven.
® Ohms, artsydhude
If I were a plastic
I would have been a wide mouthed,
Longest and volumized depth bottle
Yet i will have a bottom and thus limits me,
To empty my bottle and be filled again for everything
To any emotional crap I can take.
And yes, I am only human
And I do make mistakes,
To do one thing is a never a good deed,
But if I wanted I can be a person who tries
To be as truthfully I can be,
With all words to be spoken,
I want all my shit farts have more stink
Coz you know the most deadliest pink farts
Are more dangerous than a pretend sharts.
I won’t pretend anymore not for anyone.
In the end of it all,
I will relieve all that is, that were and where I need to be
Are the days on end, when I begin to go to that room,
Put my mask for the day,
And flush last night’s shit,
To begin a new one for today.
Days on End
© Oliver Melendez
. . .
Do these days count,
When one can consider a daily torment
From torturers that never does nothing
But to feed the fire from their mouth,
Whether daily or weekly.
detach all line to that cutie pie.
Attach all ugliness inside,
Then you can be attracted
To the one who you will help
All your life,
No matter how much cosmetic
Doesn’t matter what it becomes them.
And it matters to myself only,
When I know the time
To be attached to a concept,
Not any other materialistic precept,
Then how much I fall.
Coz all I know,
When I do . . .
I can count that concrete or any surface,
And I can look up to heavens,
And see and to count,