nightmares

The one percent

Damn man, I can´t sleep
nightmares are like spears
it´s 7:22 am
on a saturday night
fuck it,
sorry for that word
i´m just a simple dork-ord
fortunately and also unfortunately
i have no more fight in me
ha ha, na, still do
don´t regret what i did do
i´m a hero a girl told me
after she heard i was in the spanish legion
for what reason?
kick ass and take names
as the americans say´s
not for King or country
didn´t belive in that shit
the least person you can expect
the least person to detect
to do that job
it was me, so go figure if i´m nuts
you do have to be a bit off i guess
so you can go and do that mess
but,
fortunately and unfortunately it also was a bless
no touchy feeling here
talk about that girl, she was silly
a hero she says
idiot, i´m a fucking mess
what was here perception of hero?
i thought to myself and then… i got out of her a euro
hero, that was fun
even to my son,
i don´t even have one
but
if i had,
hero certainly woudn´t be in my mind
i have fun with that run
never thought of a career in the military
i was there for the kicks of it
i was really a tough mother fucker
but also a sucker
the one percent
are my guys
that said their good by´s

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Nightmares. (poem)

They say,
they,
a man who has nigthmares
they say,
every day of his life,
they say,
is in pain.

Nightmares are part of me
just me don´t remember the last time
when, I had a nice resting but that´s fine.

It´s feels actually strange if I don´t have them
but now it seems I rest better, but not forever
eventually they do return, yes, them.

Probably that is why I have trouble sleeping
I just decided to not let them be keeping,
of me.

I wake up and brush them out
so I can go out and shout.

nightmares
pain
they slain
ever gain
so lame
fuck the pain
just trot on again.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses,

 

Confusion.

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Early in the morning rising to get high, light me up a cigarette and that way I can fly. It´s 5:30 a.m can´t go to sleep and I don´t know about a scam I might be delirious but I´ll get you when I can. Got my opener, the opener of cans, that´s some shit right there which will get you nowhere so I just ramble on to write what I can, just from thought to hand is what it catch you when I can, so just writing with no meaning in sight I just feel like doing so because I just can, so did I loose my mind in some great wine, those who taste like shit but will have you in my list so I puff away to my cool little cigarettes, and I just don´t think, I just write some random stuff and keep an opener to be buff……………. What?