Philosophical poetry

dissecting orange

What a colour, have you ever seen that in a flower? Rarity,
no security. Try to rhyme orange… Try it.
Have you ever seen the name of a fruit translated into colours?
Black-any fruit named that?
Blue?-any fruit named that colour brute?
Only the fruit orange can have the glory of being the name of a colour.
Did you get any rhyme with orange?
I got one long time ago, from my bro, Eminem…hem,
“hey punk you´re a sporange!”
Urban dictionary it appeaered, but got it from a Eminem interview on 60 minutes,
long time ago and stuck with me, so be.
Even Shakespeare invented words for thee
Hail to the orange!
The only fruit that also is a colour and colour the fruit..kind of weird right?
Just me, a genius to be, and this thought came while at a hospital
I´m a mental criminal

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.


i seek adrenaline
why? Have no clue, guess it is in me
I don´t actually guess, since a kid I made mother nervous:
so I was good in the army
in that case especific when they make you in charge of 4 people
you had to manage the adreline so you Will tell the guys(fuck no girls) this and that
i actually know to me to find it hard to not “go off”
And I´m 37 and left the army at 25
say……. hi five! Plus a goodby.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

irrational words

i´m in the middle of mind criminal
look at me
no picture
open minded overture-
not really but I did a bit of blinking…..
Here we go in the adventure bro,
just came to mind
just quickly write
just dynamite

irrational words have no ends, funny thing to play with irrational
trying to make it rational, this was a deep poem like the ancient Greek philosopher
Hommer said..said
said…. LET IT BE!

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

The Crazy Priest Philosophy in life

Ben Stiller, great commedy actor and I was watching yesterday one of his movies. For about 20 minutes.
To summarize it, it was a dark commedy about this 40´sh year old man that has a stable job,
son going to the university,good wife, but he asks himself what has he really done with his life.
He´s miserable right?

I ask myself, what have I done with my life. I´m blessed. I´ll keep this short and to the point.
I have been blessed with the art of writing, which I´m pursuing day in day out today. Yet I screw up.
(when I say the words ¨srew up¨ I´m talking about my alcohol addiction¨)
The novel I´m writing takes forever. Forever and a half.
Through hard mental work I´m sober for now. Interestingly some american pshychologists,
consider alcohol-drug addiction a mental problem.Don´t know about that but maybe.

My body is a wreack, literally, start from the pancreas,liver,back pain,arthritis on my left hand,
two throumbus near the heart so I walk 50 meters and I´m tired, and… there are more but I forgot.

Trying to keep this under the 300 hundred words. Which probably Will fail.

My mother did kick me out when I screwed up in college, so
I joined the Spanish Legion. I´m proud of that. With the bad and ugly.
I have had any kind of job you can name, name one, I probably have done it. Even homeless
I´m proud to have my little room in a bad town, full of criminals and I was one of them once,
got out of that life and I saw the world of writing, I´m proud of that too.

I´m proud to re engange with my familly, proud to write, proud to live happy, proud to
get up early do the little exercises I can with my ¨great body¨, hey that is ladies!
you had to see me in my prime….wooooooosa!
I´m just proud of the big things like having spent 5 days literally braking my back to get
my mothers big garden fixed since she wants to sell that house so obviously the better it looks
the better. Proud to have been with her through her almost death experience with cancer.

I never thought at one point I was going to make it until 25, passed that, and at 30 whith the pancreas
they put me in a induced comma, after I seemed to survive I asked the nurse point blank
what where the chances of me living. She said 50-50, got it. No worries really.
But I am proud of living in a shit hole, living and writing in a computer,
,familly and 5 friends that I have.
More than enough for me.

I couldn´t watch that BS movie of Ben Stiller. Tell me a joke, Jeeesus.
And where did the fucking proofread in WordPress go?

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

The debater

Debate me,
I´ll smile with glee,
I just like your nipple

Hit the switch!

When some time ago I was in my university mode,
I argued, punk bitch ass the professor that singled me out,
to read the paper in front of the class as to why it is morally correct
to kill civilians in a war. I did stand up and gave my arguments,
that, entitled studying hard,read the three great philosophers, with their great
philosophies. Obviously it was easy to make the argument that is morally incorrect.

I just wanted to make it harder, so taking those 3 philosophies, from 3 great philosophers,
Charly made the choice to argue what nobody in that class wanted to argue. This was a very liberal
college to say the least.

He did gave me an A- on that paper.
He did put me on the spot, but for a morally correct decision in his part.
I will always thank him for that.

Fuck, I should have stayed in college.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Have fun with the ride

I just sit down, nothing prepared
and spit out words like a clown

I don´t know why but today I stumbled upon depressing post´s
and figured I should enlighten them with my ghosts

Relationships evolve
Relationships dissolve

Why would you keep re-thinking and trying to do the understanding
just stop with the over thinking and do the technique not minding

Life is not fair
People are a complicated affair

go with the ride
have fun with the tide
don´t be to self centering
be your own orienting

Have freaking fun as much with the ride!
Since life can be a short tide

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.