It said in its beginning,

. . . “In the image of us”.

Then let all those,

Who keeps to contradict,

Who keeps all hypocrisy,

Who keeps all records of its societies.


Wait. . .

He did said it best,

Two of each kind to be with “us” on that same boat.


Which one is it.

One or two?


Wait . . .

If there is good

There has to be evil.

If there is a male, the other female.

Ok. . .


Then yes,

There has to be two.

For if it were only one,

Then reproduction of life was asexual,

Not intersections of life.


ยฉOliver Melendez

ยฎohms, artsydhude




Why Sunday,

you led them all believed,

that you’re the one day to give us his Glory.

Why can’t it be Saturday.

When all along I knew in me,

the cross bore ona Thursday evening, and Friday was the

real Passover.

Then that fated early Saturday, he was prepared for homecoming,

still people keep coming to you on a Sunday, and only Sunday they

can be all pious and very humbled.

At that single line on a Monday,

They still act as a 5 year old.

For U, Kuya.

Your eyes speaks of simplicity.

Your smile as a child,

laughs like there is no tommorow,

yet you preach your gospel like no other,

I will always be a follower of your life and love you keep sharing like no other.


Sorry no image,

please use imagination

on this one.

Better days.

Sure the word is there,

I can refer from it,

I can base my life upon those lines of love.

I will and would rather be thankful from his influence,

I will and would rather be grateful from his inspiration,

In his eyes, i am still,

I try all of my best.

In his eyes, i am still,

I do give all i can.

I commend mine,

I uphold his,

I will do everything,

In his name,




and love for a better day,

for all the ways of the seen and the unseen,

I’d rather have his way, than mine.



ยฉ oliver a. melendez.

ยฉ all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

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