loeve poetry

you are my love poem

Every time I see you;
The grass gets greener
And I get meaner

Every time I see you;
The sky gets more blue
I only think how to make you disappear from my view

You are my poetry
For infinity
Killing you softly…
Calmly I feel to write my poetry
And finally do the real party

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

floating on rhythmless seas

Forrest Gump the song but before is the poetry, great writing as allways by this man.
Ruuuuuun Forrest, and the guy became became a millionaire. Sort off can relate. Give me time and I will be the real Forest Gump.

The Lonely Author

“I don’t know if we each have a destiny. Or if we’re all just floating around accidental, like on a breeze. But I think, maybe it’s both.” – Tom Hanks (Forrest Gump)

floating on rhythmless seas

i am a poet
a vagabond soul
captain of a rudderless ship
floating on rhythmless seas
navigated by unseen winds
finding random friends
whenever they appear

the ocean is wide
my sail so brief
each wave is an opportunity
luck or chance or inevitability
i cherish every moment
i love ’til it hurts
for who knows where
the currents will take me
as I drift towards my final destiny

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women are strange

She will probably get mad, or not, to put her picture with my crazy ass dog.
I don´t care is the point, I´m rolling my joint and writing a nice storming.

Wonderful woman she is and also has a wonderful husband.
Just saying, it´s nince they are good to my mother, ooooo brother.
why in the world she has my crazy dog
wich it looks like a hog.
Woman are strange,
from a male perspective why should I change,
I´m just calling you the devil
but strangely enough I do love you as rightful medal.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

what she said

oooo, women….

what are you doing?
just studying my wassap and mingling
she doesn’t talk to me
so screw you stinging like a bee
let me be
in a house tree
writing while listening
just writing what the stupid things you are telling me
fucking nuts
you are going to put me in one or two crutches
writing while listening to you
listening….kind off,
o, sorry, my cell phone just died
can’t listen no more
you you you beautiful but a pain in my ass

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.