poetry

my way

It is my way or the highway,
i´m not saying a messed up in that highway,
but that is mine. I did good and bad.
My highway.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

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Piss you off

STOP FOLLOWING. Plus I´ll answer to your ¨calls¨ when time permits.
Hold it there
there is something for you to be a scare,
my writing is the old mighting

fuck is exciting

forgot….
i actually lost my watch, plus other mores, but i got kind of creative
so i stole them,watch,drugs,his brain and i forgot his stupid brain.

what is it? 3070 people that once upon a time came by.

I do really don´t give a shit, i read bloggers that they are very proud
of this shit,followers, i don´t. Started this shit for me, plus i can
read others and learn. That´s it.STOP following me,already have a crazy woman
following, calling, fucking crazy this bitch.

Fuck, did I sounded high?

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Her cancer?


Look at that pretty girl

The cancer went away
outside off the highway
she is a tough mother fucker
quite a strange saying since she is my mother
so good news to those under the booth
mama mama..i know you´ll be o.k
told you from the beginning
when it hit you smack in the face
that death could be in your eyes a disgrace
i was right
so this gives me a not drug high

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

about a girl

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Look at that hot woman!!!

So here goes the ¨poem¨

6 years I have known you
And that is one truth

Calling me you
At 6 a.m because of time difference
hence,
I took up the call,
and nothing but a great fall.

For normal people is, well, normal.
For the life I chose to live is abnormal.

Really? I can talk with a hot girl without thinking….
Sex, not really I´m a guy. But she found my dismay,
lets go quick here, I put my mother there, now she calls her
¨second mother¨, wich now my mother having to battle cancer
she gives her something that I can´t give.
She came to see my mother here in Spain, there was a dissapoint,
because of me, you did have no wannabe, seeing and talking to me
face to face, it is another story.

She is one of the best persons I know, she is smart, hardworking,
and more important she makes my mother happy.

I didn´t forget, she came to see us with her husband, great man really.
Krupal, that is his name, a great man, specially if you can put up with her (joke).

A great couple, wish them all the best….. Hey!The name of the blog is crazy of a life,
she sexy, hottie like Trudie

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

The beauty of life

The beauty of life doesn´t go away
and is not hearsay.
The beauty of life you do have to strive.
Mentally weak is a penalty that I should grasp with all that gravity.

Anger, sorrow, that you can not borrow.
What I´m only doing is destroy people around me,
that is a degree,
that will not to be.

The beauty of life,
to me it seems that I should always have a rife.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.