thank you words

You are the labour of my love
please forgive me for being incompetent
i should have stayed in college and learned
instead of being in jail since obviously i was apprehend
ideas, phrases,even freaking poems i can retain in my brain
until i put the pencil to the paper, words words
you make me keep on living.
Thank you words.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.


how to loose followers

People talk about writing for others and that is the reality
problem with me, I don’t give a shit… sorry i had to spit.
Why in the world would people follow me? I think is the CIA
anyways it’s my ways

I love the guy, not in the gay way though,
he says outluod to the whole word what a bunch of us
are saying in the living room, but then have to be
politically correct when you talk out off the living room.
The name of the blog is crazy life, but sometimes I get serious…
i think, or was that my last drink?
less followers and less people in general
are heated debates about politics
since they are not in the sincs.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Dorothy was right

Dorothy you told me something
that I relinquish to my head understanding
so what happened….

I lived in small filthy towns
Full of clowns
Dorothy said “no!!”
I said hello, smirking,
And got myself to do dirty working,
Then things eventually
Came out not accordingly…to my great genius plan
So I stood back in shock
Then hit myself with a rock

Dorothy Dorothy….
I thought you was crazy
Or was my head too lazy?

Yes, Dorothy was right.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Would you like….

Would you like to see me lose it all
Would you really want me down like a left ball
Would you….Would you..
I’m like magic
and self control sporadic
thinking you can bring me down
only gives me the sound of angels in hell
started me
with no be
started now a days
there you went your hell days.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

building new memories

Laying awake in a dark freezing room, under four blankets.
I exhale and I can see the vapour coming out of my mouth,
like all the dark memories exiting my brain. I only have
bad memories from these past years. So I got to the
uncomfortable conclusion wich it wasn’t that hard of
an illusion that is only on me with the help of the
man upstairs but it is all on my shoulders to turn things
around, do a rebound and live a much better life that I’m
living now. I know I’m much better than living in shitty
towns with shitty people and doing shitty things.
It is not easy, but I’m starting to build new and happier memories.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.