dark poetry

fuck you mother

That was nice to say………………

You have cancer, you feel weak, you need someone to talk to,
I understand, but not all the time, so,
because I was drunk as a fucking skunk you shut me down.
Your husband is great, but at 6 p.m he is already asleep,
like bitch sheep drunk as another skunk.
So you have cancer, but never shut me down, if you would apply that
theory to everyone, you would also shut down your husband.
By the way, the other day I did another display of saving
a man that was a mess. That I didn´t know from nothing.
I call you once every two days, you don´t want to talk,
so it might seem harsh for the readers, but, fuck you,
you are out of my radar, next month I might easily be homeless,
so fuck you, for me, you do not exist. Keep your cancer
with the dark panzer. YOU DO NOT EXIST FOR ME, get the fuck out of here,
out off this world…..
like you had me once in a life,_you don´t remember?so, fuck you bitch

Stay the fuck Frosty gents and gentesses.

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the fighter

I know, in my mind on family time, listening to this is bullshit,
In my family time, it´s just shame
listening to this you are a weak person, but
I have a problem…..I might suffer weakness in the sense,not sensible really,
that I do not shy from hard times, but until they come up,
then the motor starts running

You freaking weirdo.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Short almost crazy life

Spend almost five years in the army and deployed twice,
loved it, if I was alone I would hate it, but there truly is
a brotherhood, not friendship… is different.

I killed, I was shot, nice scare by the way.

Got out of the army with a bunch of money, at least for me,
spend it, homeless, in jail, drug addcit. Broke some bones in civilian life
and they broke mine.

Now, that was looooooong time ago,

CANCER, that is what my mother has, in some sense I can see what she heard, and experience
when her ¨kid¨went to war.

My mother is the strongest person that I know, love her to death, but I see the weakness in her
body, her hair falling, and me I´m just a care takere, she doesn´t want to be alone,
so there I am telling her my crazy things but ¨churched up¨ and that is what she needs really
you punks, why did I call you punks? I´m in the drunks if not I wouldn´t have the nerve to write this
more than nothing she wants a person, that is me, lets say today is my day off after staying with her
2 weeks at least, so the point, bing bang boing…

A patient needs confort and I learned that in combat in battle and that I apply it to my mother
which by the way she can take you all on, tough as nails this woman, she´ll get trhought it,
that
I AM SURE.

P.S. I put myself on the pedestal….cool, sense of humour, my strange humour,
but humour is what I provide for her and she loves it, she actually in the first
time of my life tells me to ¨go with her and talk when she´s on the bed¨

Ps 2 told ya, the only fucking reason I write about this is because of my cool drunkness,
but at the same time tomorrow is my time to take care of her and she loves when the ¨kid¨
goes there, NO EDITING, JUST DRINKING, tommorow I will…..fuck shit cool.

Today my father took care of her, he saw that I also need an outlet, but tommorrow morning
I´m back with my mooooooooooooooomy, or MOMMY RAMBO

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

thank you

I would like to thank you people
For me saying that, is not that simple
Specially some
Which I get a response
Thank you for reading my crazy, obnoxious,and I can add more adjective to the floor.

Without the rhyming I truly appreciate that you pass through my blog once in while
and read my dumb thing. I feel you people give me some type of purpose to keep on living,
thanks, Gents and Gentesses.