love poetry

No fucking fighting

Just found that one, funny…. he he he
No fucking fighting

Yep, that is me, another one I just saw and still can´t find the freaking photo I wanted to post
kind of weird since I´m pretty messed up in that photo if I find it and ofcourse share it to the world
fuck it

I thought that was a funny one, where the fuck is the photo I´m trying to publish and create a GREAT poem around it

Fuck it, tired of seeing pictures in the “add media” add what by the way?

This is mom at her best, that is the picture I eventually end this post. Remember her like that.
Fighting…. just a catchy title I thought including the F word, most important is this last picture,
she is a beauty my mother, she is not gone yet still a beauty.
Hey ladies? Mom is a beauty so how the hell you think the son turned out? Sexy….Seeeexy!

Have a great Sunday gents and gentesses.

High voltage stream of consciousness

Send it
What a fucking computer I “smuggled” into the hospital, 15 minutes to get into wordpress
and it seems the Chrome goes faster than the other internet “thing” i yelled bling, and
i got a shitting but what did i expect for a 250$ laptop? Not a great top it seems.So is
hard to keep up with all of you, even the comments i have to keep them short so the computer
do it´s quick matheweter and send the freaking comment. Let alone when your page has a lot
of photos i can spend the whole day looking at the little ball rolling around and round
and round for the page to load. I hate the computer, yet I´m lucky to have one, still pissed.
I hate this hospital, it is a private one and there are too many cool girls with thongs,
nurses included i feel like in a Tom Cruise movie, i have no proofread as you might see while
you read i hat that too.
Hot nurses and doc´s distracts me from my duties as the greatest caretacker maker of my mother.
Good news it seems they probably let her out this Friday and basically made her life a bit longer.
I was already expecting for this to be the last time she entered the hospital and not walk out.
These rich people of the hosptial all have electric cars, every time i go out for a smoke
i´m constantly scared shitless because of one of those electirc shits you can´t hear them at all
to smack me. I hate all these people rich or not rich that are on the phone constantly, i even
saw a 4 year old kid in the lobby waiting with their parents for the elevator to come and him
watching a video on the phone of two teenage girls doing some kind of weird gymnistic things
in a soccer field, what the fuck? Feminist won, you made us a bunch of pussies.
I hate elecrtic cars, I hate people talking outloud on their phones I hate hospitals, I hate..
at leas my mother is still alive which is the important. What a pussy society we have become, I
even hate the hatters so I hate myself and then re think and unhate me, but hate all the others…
So fuck it, read as many as i can of you when this shit can computer goes faster, if ever, whatever,
now it seems it´s going so so so….so i also hate the computer. This was profound, you´re welcome.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Tender comrade

What will you do when the war is over?
Will you really start to plant some clover

What will you do when the war is over?
Will you become a rouge rover

Tender comrade…..

We will have to lay our arms when all is over
Try to be with our families as if nothing went moreover

Tender comrade….

We will have to leave behind our blood brothers
And lay in each arm, you my brother in arms

Tender comrade…

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Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

pure love

You know it, you feel it,
the love for a mother is a blessing
for me that is, now I also have my computer
broken so I´m actually writing not pretending
from the computer of mom. I might have to go later
to the hospital and check how things are going,
not boring a bit depressing,
but gotta have that smile on your face,
so read ya´ll later you animator!

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

in memoriam

You will always be my queen,
My life with you has been like living in heaven,
You still live with us through our son Kevin.

Your smile and laughter,
Are an art form created by you the master,
You will always be my queen.

The big heart you had is unmatched,
You will always be my queen,
All other women are mismatched.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Grabbing your heart

It was small, yet, it was no small deed to get near it-
through grit, I finally got there. I gave you a scare.
You slowly settled down, I made you feel good, you felt like a queen,
you deserve it since you don’t have a bone that is mean.
I have four months to live now, the cancer is consuming me,I decided to end it,
you are reading this while I’m in heaven, take a breather,
be a believer. The best time in my life was grabbing your heart.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.