NsVs vs NmBs 342

How much sorrow

can we borrow,

when all that wheel

can ever feel the load

of hatred that flows from

a stubborn head.

Then who do we call,

when all there is none at all.

Does the divine sky,

intervene and intertwine

when the ground is most filthy than

its building that stands proudly than before.

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Who led that first hate,

when I knew none of love,

Then why you keep hating the ones you want to love.

Where the love of all hates is never done.

So please lets hang Cain once more,

Let us love Abel.

Yet no Jealous mind keep us apart,

then why do all wants both at the same time.


How then can hate love,love.

When loves keep hating hate.

Qwipzeeoligy 10r


However big, small, or even monumental the achievements.

Its an accomplished life which fulfills a dream within a dream,

That it can go further if it is an acceptance of inevitability flips that microsecond

change willing enough and there is no exceptions to the rule,

because life has its own mistakes for us to see it as an opportunity,

to be benefited and take hold of a minute of advantage.

Working it out.

Play and see what it is,

play and feel where should it be,

it’s worth every day that work is our play,

where we play is the privelege of working each day,

comes into view that all we were meant to do,

to be

alive where and when we go in,

to clock in and out of what we need to want to do.

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Β© oliver a. melendez.

Β© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@cp2.xix

Phoenix codicus

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.

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Β© oliver a. melendez.

Β© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 99. b2.08

dzdhu., dp., lbl;081017le

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

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