In unison.


Fate bore my faith.

Destiny slew my trust,

but betrayals do earn

what i know to believe


© oliver a. melendez.

© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 77




The long and winding road is not that of fate,

destiny calls of it.

Yet shortcuts does make it more easier and fun,

but fate does live in it.

© oliver a. melendez.

© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 81



So you want to. . .

be a determined, devoted and diligent.

be someone to somebody.

defend your rights.

be dependent on by defense.

But first, can you block?

can you be humbled by violent words?

can you take a hit without hitting back?

can you take defense without being offensive?

Only then you can take all these and more…

so do you. . .

do you really want to?


In memoriam of

Pat Morita

from Karate Kid.




Burned at sight.


To see beyond sight,

in the forest that burns bright. . .

I saw it looked at me,

so fearful for his life.

Still it thinks Iam an anti-gonistic in nature,

for it was at home

it only needs to depend to defend and I was

the one to offend,

doesnt matter how i try to be gullible about

fear of it and by it…

So please lets not,

burn the night coz

its symmetry does

shine ever bright.

At midnight in the forest

of my twilight night.


© oliver a. melendez.

© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 126. b2.35/ Dhudles

Imaje punto uno.


To see what the past did see.

I am doubledaring myself to use a series of images that does invoke a raw and fuel for the inner core of the self.

In the next few or maybe even a series on or off going pieces, please bare with me as i go through the stages of the

struggle within of myself and maybe a few of you can relate. Until then, lets put Danzig, Cradle of Filth, Kate Bush

and some wierd Beatles songs, and delve within ourselves to see if I can see what did H.R Giger, E.A Poe,and H.P.

Lovecraft and felt their inane babblings within.

Baring and back again in the east..,


From North to my south,

Then to the east of my west,

Alone am i in this world born,

yet you among friends I am whole.

yet you among your grace I am someone,

in your eyes , joy

in your lips, grace

in your thoughts, mercy

with your word, I am born.

I love you, respect and honor your commandments,


through them i heard the trumpets calling,

i heard that star shinning above all else,

til the last beacon where

He smiles,

that no other brother can be,

He takes,

any hand and never fall short

of laughter.

I am whole.

with you I am whole.

Out of the south..,


Mighty light

Mighty light,

I ask non3 to shed the darkness from

I ask non3 to bring forth darkness out to.

Then what i need to see

that thereof you illuminate for,

that thereof you shine on,

I am to see nothing but

the love

the guidance

the protection,

that no other light can be found,

that no sun can do without,

The grace of yours onto mine,

not cherished

not appreciated,

only to enlighten me

from inside,

inside within me,

so as to share for,

the light you brought out