NmBs 1095b.vi

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.


Light this please

. . . Thus all petals of the feathers that induces the love

of strength, protection and the light that keeps my life

fortified, I am thankful for which Michael and his brethren

does give me shelter in any kind of weather. . . 

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.



© oliver a. melendez.

© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 26

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.