crazy poetry

Something is wrong with me

9:30 a.m, the phone rings. I ask myself who would it be,
I wake up from bed check phone ID and is my father.
My mother passed on the 14th of this month.
They been married for 50 plus years.
My mother was the one who raised me since dad was always traveling,
I don´t have recollections of him being in a soccer game or just overall
being around as a kid. Very few very few.
He asks me the same question as always “How are you?”
Me-“And how are you doing?”
Normaly that would the extent of the conversation really,
but I know he has something in his mind, so I change the subject
to his work. When mother was in the comma I basically got in his face
and told him “You have to focus on your work now 100%”, although I did use some curse words.
He acknoweldeged and since for me he has always been superman, it now weird
for him to reach out and talk to me. That was mom.
So he calls me at 9:30 p.m I think it was weird, I get him to talk about his work,
and he broke down. I still have trouble crying, only now if I write about it,
but it seems I´m extremely well at putting it in the back of my head a tragic situation
and leave it there in a box and concentrate on my day to day things.
So he broke down, and what was my response? ” I have to go to bed now and get some rest”
Today he seemed better when I called him this time, that´s our relationship and I still
can´t figure out why I can´t cry and I started reading a book, forgot about everything
and went to sleep.
Something is wrong with me when you take into consideration I was the one with her until her end,
she was the one that raised me and the greatest mom, I have even blocked out images of her
death, and other images of her laughing with me, cooking, whatever. I blocked it out.

Read you all later you alligator and innovator

The dealers

I can understand them, since I became one of them in my early days,
just a shit face hen,
i can understand after all my sayings to them
making them feel I am trustworthy and is not that hard kowing myself and knowing how they percieve me
more important that they would come up with a deal with me…. so I basically bullshit my face off
i can understand that they gave me “that” on credit,
writing in a blog named Crazy Life so I won´t edit
the…. debit!
Holy shit, this guy tells me I owe him 55 euros, the other ones now is 40 euros
so no money for me lady for this iditos no honey to you? Qite simple.
And I do have one pimple,
we´ll probably end up doing some type of kungfu wrestling type of thing,
even Stevie Wonder saw what is comming,
the weird thing is me being freaky calm. I am too calm with all the shit going on.
Maybe I´m actually a sociopath… you know those crazies that don´t have feelings to other people?
Or maybe this in the nipple.

Put it kinedely

This whore, if she fucks for money by definition that is a whore. Not insulting her,
just sayign the truth. You see her, and her smile?
You might think this girl didn´t broke a plate in her life.
I do know you,Miriam Lorenzo Calero yes I know you are angry that someone exposed you,
yet you did hit me, pulled out a knife on me in 3 occasions, almost took a chunck of my cheeck
although maybe she was hungry.. that could be her defense I guess.
She still calls while living in one of the whore houses, not the only one to say the list..
quite a list that one,
literally not making this up,
hence the best suggestion I got was… from dad, do not get yourself in trouble with these nutcases.

I agree with him, but I was in the Spanish Legion, proud of that, so nutcases I´m used to.
This is a tragic commedy. And I can understand the Taliban, I did get close and personal with them, my job.
I don´t understand how this woman will wake up and think all day how to fuck me. It´s just not in
my head procedure.

So Miriam Lorenzo Claero you are exposed is the point, sorry it makes you mad
since at least someone decent exposed who you are that we all know really so you are not kidding anybody,
call you faher, brother in the military, all your BS.
I will call not even my father, just my friend in the same of line as your brother, Guardia Civil except
I might know his superiors, and that is a understatemt, you little B..tch, trying to make me scare? You are
more nuts than the Taliban at this point,
If you are not in prison by the end of this year you are lucky, trust me on that one.

Try to be afraid

Lets leave it at be real or not,
but try to be afraid, try it,
in a physical real sense I´m not, at all,
in the mental real… guess like most normal people
you are afraid specially of the anticipation of what
might happen, and if you are used of certain things…. not good to augment that,
hence put on the other hat, and just be you, the real you,
what you know that you can do with fear… fear was a friend before,
have to retrieve that soul core.
Try be afraid… what did that accomplish apart from making you miserable?
Could I write some crazy poetry instead of some crazy proclamation….. jeeeesus f christ.

Take care and much love, Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

The room…..

Yes, that is me calling…. yooooo beeee! or Hobbie!!!
A two by two foot room I live in with I don´t even know
how many people come and go in this house, nice play “landlord lady”
specially now with the Corona, very good play.
So I did it!!!!! this fucking small room is now clean, and everything is
in it´s place, and I mean clean, took out the clothes from the drawers,
clean the drawers, put back the cloth neatly and all that shit with each
and every single thing. Looks quite remarcable really, only two hours took me.
Now that we are forced by law to go out with a mask, this was the greatest part
of my very fruitful day.
The room smells amazing too, o shit… I forgot to shower now that I think of it.
But, I did buy my mask as the government told me by law so I will forget to shower.
Is the government now going to introduce a law to shower every day?
Little by little they will.
Over two months of this… People here in this specific house are not taking it,
little “landlord lady” is making a profit, the other guys and gals that come and go
that I lost the count of them, anyways what is the point of me staying inside?
Doing the right thing….. yes, fuck that.

Holy shit! (diary)

For once ….only once? I have the proclaimed girlfriend….what a bitch this one,
telling me on the phone( I should be smarter and not get the phone)
this girl telling me that “Estas denunciado” in English is you are a ´
women kicker and psychological kicker, that kind of stuff.
This forum is one angle for me, there are others, so no bothers.
Little bitch whore Miriam Lorenzo Calero, calling me from the room next to mine with a Marrocan.
Specially now with the Corona Virus, thank you for not giving me Aids, really this bitch?
Take a hike, lets see how the Spanish court system works?
I will say this, don´t be surprised to the extreme people will go to hurt you.
Does piss you off, but I do have some leverege.