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˜

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Β© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 99. b2.08

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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.

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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

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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˜

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Prologue

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It was a time that meant to be,

It was a time that it were to have been.

Then and now mirrored the latter and the preconceptions,

Then and now gave me the insight why things had to have been.

What later meant,

Were it before,

Did I lament,

Would have i been an ass,

with all these grass

in my mouth and thought.

πŸ€”πŸ˜ŽπŸ˜€πŸ˜πŸ€”πŸ˜ŽπŸ˜€πŸ˜πŸ€”πŸ˜Ž

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In form.

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Ancient you are,

Relic I am,

Yet U remain in me a story told.

But I am my own myth that never gets old.

Only i can buried in the far distance when its time,

You however are timeless, precious and a gold in their eyes.

I am not coz i am immaterial, yet you are.

You are.

πŸ˜―πŸ˜’πŸ˜²πŸ˜žπŸ˜“πŸ˜΄πŸ˜ͺπŸ˜”πŸ˜ŸπŸ˜€πŸ˜•πŸ˜«πŸ˜–πŸ˜’πŸ˜­πŸ™ƒπŸ€“πŸ˜›πŸ˜·πŸ˜¦πŸ˜§πŸ€’πŸ˜œ

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