crazy poem

On the run

I’m on the run
I just shot a man
What is the big deal?
But the police seems to have the deal sealed
Keep the index finger on the trigger
Pull to make big ringer
Then you can give him the middle finger
I’m tired of running now
I probably go and sleep o top some plow
While I dream
Of thinking of warm tea

Stay Frosty gents and gentess,


Because you are mine

I keep an open eye
So I can see
is what you stick up my ass
sorry about that, it should be a love poem…
Because your mine
I walk the sensitive line
You’re the only thing that is real
And making me spin like a wheel
You can have it all
My empire of dirt wall
My heart says this
Is what you like about my nation
My heart sinks
When you tell me I give you the stinks
But I’ll find the way
So you will come back and stay

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

You dumb shit

Lets get my aggravation
to a peaceful nation
wich is seems it’s writing
instead of fighting
although…. I can still fuck you up good.

So the point, there is no point, it seems I talk
or write with a smart and funny girl through wordpress
and this guy, this dumb shit says apart from other things
“don’t hurt her”, what the fuck you dumb idiot, we are just
having a converation and she and me like to bullshit,
what is this idiot commenting on my blog, I write poems, if
you can call it that, I’m not here on a date, pisses me off
these dumb shit, specially it seems that he is a bit to say
the least of controlling type of person, so as I told him…
you just fucked with wrong guy, I also said some other explicit words
so for you, you see my face there you fuck head? And that fight took place
with a guy that was 2 meters by two, big guy, and he didn’t knock me out,
I was still standing and bleeding at the end, so no sir, you’re dumb shit
and a bit weird getting into conversations that has nothing to do with your

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

the man that got away

He found himself in a trap
So he just snap
Got the knife
And killed his wife

Police were chasing him
But he went to the gym
He finally disappeared in to the dark
He was just a little spark

Years later….

A friend asked him why he killed his wife,
the man, looked at him as if his friend was nuts and said
“She makes terrible apple pies.”

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

the god mother

34 years old and I don’t give a shit what you told.
Quite interesting the relationship since I did do a lot of bullshit
The relationship was not what it seems to be according to plan B
I pissed her off long time ago and she said I don’t want to heare, so you go.
But, this time…. She hangs over me, wich make me sick, I should be
one protecting her, emotionally yes but unfortunately I just fight,
at the same time the emotions….
are weak in my family, so I’m a greek?
I’ve been through the ringer, but,
She will always take the time to send me a telephone ringer.
Just the God mother.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.


depression,hard to tell so I just….yeeellllll!!
didn’t get out of bed for two days, fuck me and a fucked up bee
i do know something about me, and that is…..hummmmm….
i get the fuck up, it might be two days but you know who
gives me a pinch in the ass, mother mother! yes mams and sirs,
i’m a 34 year old man that she literally tells you to not be a pussy,
a man….. probably been through harsher times than quite a bunch
of you, but again who is to say who to a who, so now we are
in the mood, just that. That shitting thing, hold it there,
gonna give a shout out to one bitch….. sorry, not worth it to name her.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

I’m in the twilight zone

Did you hear?
They said I am weird….
Because I only look at the sky?
I see birds!
And nerds
And some proverbs
And, let it be to the e and see
what do you know that I don’t know….
See it to it to be free like that fucking bird
who didn’t see and hit himself or maybe it was a she…who knows
the fucking bird hit itself in my cool window startling me
and I jumped to my sexy shelf, can they put their nest
is some other place? On my behest so I can rest.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.