When can u speak a truth,
When its full of topical and cosmetically applied over the bed of miscontrued lies over lies.
Yet a simple speak of the white but never too black of a color that do shades a bed when all was done never said.
An image of an illusion that cannot be seen by the hand, does my eye covet of all lies never any of the fact of life that leeches and never dries
For the love of
And the might
Nor the will of any way
But in a case then that
Or this to those,
Yet somehow in all of brouhaha
So life can just be.
® artsydhude 97-18
I would like to tell you, you can live on everyday grieving.
Yet your emptiness is wallowing nothing but a trauma of mountainous shitpile.
Get your mind out of yourself, you will see you are crying over nothing
you are murdering yourself and will get into a bitter rage that one day will soon make it more damaging then fixing a little of yourself.
In time you will see, you can smile again.
Hope I can see you not smile, but to laugh more than cry.
“Know the path
Live your life,
Then love with all your desire,
Have passion to burn it bright
Until it fades away.
Then only when
you did it
All the way”.
© Oliver A Melendez
Cast me your fears
i shall give
Your courage on a plate
Please eat it up
It will make sense and understand
Where it will lead you.
The window screamed as the door whistled,
while the rug danced when I asked the pavement to behave.
Of all things did happen,
when I saw 👀
that lovely smile in spring winterfall.
When stupidity comes first, I guess i will lurk around and ask, ” Where is my brain”.
For all there is that is once small and slow,
in time it will be as magnified and ballistic will show.