Digital drawing, poetry

Sys tematikang gulay.



What leaf is this,

when the policy of the root of it all

has been broken to its branch and no one

gave urgency to its basic needs;

Only sunlight and water of life.





Drawing/Sketch, Life, Mixed media, poetry

NmV 00.a3

Impose on me a love,

not a love of what we are meant to feel,

not a love of it needs,

nor a love between two unyielding eyes of lust of desires.

I would at least have a !ove which none can compare.

of such care,compassion, and that offer none to begin.

Only one can be shared, yet in a way never consenting. . .

. . . only to teach

. . . only to be shown so !ife can start of theirs.

How and where is this !ove I am instigating.

What can I give,

so that which is given . . .

so that which can be taught.

It is already here,



you and me can.

Just by reading,

Just by listening,

Just by looking,

and start itself by the real application from the first and last,

 “Love each other as I have loved you.”

 wanna start?

or can we all still listen and never do anything 

In a wake of our own sins for each other.



®artsydhude 7-18


behavoiralism, Dramedy, Drawing/Sketch, Mixed media, Parody, psychology, twisties, Whimsy


An open challenge to the soul.


Ego asked once Super-ego,

 “What would you do,

if Id wasn’t there.

Do you think, we exist without these lesser peons and have our place?”

 Super-ego replied,

 “I have not thought of that. Lets go to Soul and ask her.”

 The two went to Soul and asked.

She smiled at the two and waited for a minute or two

Then frowned.

 “We are units of the user.

If and when the user see the definition of what being

is and not. It is up to us to remind what all we can 

allow or not allow the user to think all these.

In a way, yes all beings do come from 

a quirk of a speck. In time it becomes spectacular in essence and being.”

 The three conspired to be tyrannical, and not give the awareness to be imagined.



®artsydhude 7-18


Drawing/Sketch, Mixed media, poetry, psychology

Pwm 3e.21

Why must my only comfort,

be the one to tell me,

I have to . . .

I need to. . .

It has to be that way. . .

In order of things to get done a human body needs.

When to and not to listen to people,

When to and not be a negatively person.

In the end,

if I can’t do so, what will happen.

Must I assume everything that may 

or might not happen.

I have to listen now,

To myself.



®artsydhude 7-18


Digital drawing, poetry

Pwm 3e:12

In my sorrow,

I found my bone marrow.

There’s a feeling when I hit all of my suffering,

a concept of devotion of no more thinking.

Only which to breathe. . .

. . . Partake,

. . . Bask,

and live in any moment of Joy can ever have.

In a way Life can  bring happiness after every misstep before.





Digital drawing, Greco Romano, Mythology, poetry

NmV 0A:@4

Have I been cast aside,

into a boulder I did hide.

Can someone feed me lies,

Where they were or are of my paternal sight.

I keep praying , I keep it real as I cry.

A man’s name gave me strife at daylight,

My father told me straight,

Don’t you lie and tell me,

 “Nobody was here.”

Still I cry, 

not as a monster

not as a titan,

no one but a big fat,






Digital drawing, meloncholia, poetry

Pho-m .2x

You keep telling me

Sure whatever, I try to understand.

You keep telling me,

Sure whatever, I give all I can to and for you.

You keep telling me,

I give and you take everything for granted.

The only answer I give is,

to show you how much everday is a blessing to me you are here.

No matter how much my mind twist and turns,

I know you can be there.

So you tell me,

all of material things that you keep buying,

have more importance

than my. . .

. . . worth;

. . . impotance,

. . . hope

for our sake of our livelihood.

Then you keep saying,

I bought that for you,

 so I can look good,

while people dare 

and not care 

 of appearance.



®artsydhude 7-18