taste of failure
Hello Dear Reader,
I write stuff and post it here but actually I don't put a lot of effort to promote them...
There are several of people in different platforms asked me to promote my work
in exchange for money....but I declined all the offers so far....
The only promotion I have is tweeter, pinterest and instagram...
I don't pay particularly to sell my poetry books
The main reason why I write is not to make a living out of it...
It would be nice though....
I like to write and I share them with the world
what you want to make out of the writings are the decision of the reader...
I cannot force things and I don't like to force things
the best thing in life is to have things in their in natural flow...
so, I appreciate if you are reading the poems and my writings
and would be very happy if you are enjoying them
or hating them....
that would be it...
no more...
light fill me up as I shine through the day
I started to fart rainbows and smiling
to strangers without a reason
I feel happy
I feel content
not because I got a good job offer
and I don't need to worry
about the money
anymore...
I guess if you need to worry about things,
the number of the things you need to worry about, does not change!
I am sure that there are many among you that are worried about what the future hold for them...
even though they have a job....
with the increasing housing cost and living cost..
everybody is grasping on to their 9-5 slavery with everything they got...
in terrible economic situations like these, of course the movements of nationalism and racism increase
and when you consider the average white trash you live among
you know that they are thinking that economy is terrible because of all the immigrants like yourself
which you can see from the large flag of their province they raise as a pinnacle to their hatred towards you....
no my friends;
they would never consider how you contribute to the economy of their country by bringing all your wealth to their country
and I am not only speaking about the wealth you bring up with your knowledge and expertise
also your life's monetary savings or your family heritage you put on the table...
All you wanted was to have a little bit of taste of freedom right?
you cannot even have a decent health care,
and all your expertise you bring here is reduced to nothing,
it feels like the system is saying to you
spend all your wealth here
and than fuck off!!!
ha ha ha....
good luck with the freedom....
(especially with the new federal and provincial bills that extends your freedom of expression to great horizons....(for the imbecile "this is sarcasm!"))
I am sure many of you think the same way
if you are in the same boots with me
but I also know that
you are so polite
that you cannot even
talk about this loudly....
and by saying polite
I mean it....
I don't mean the hypocrisy of acting polite
if you woke up from the dream
and found yourself in a nightmare
you should hold on to your
origins!
Yeah!
it will feel good for a while and give you strength
only for a while...
you would want to scream
in your language about all this unfairness
but you know
even the handful of people who can hear and understand you
would laugh and continue to walk...!
even though,
they live the
exact same
bullshit scam....
don't consider the "native"
neighbor,
they only "neigh" to you with hypocrisy with a smiling face...
and
unfortunately
they think that they are "killing you with kindness"
at that time
you think on everything
that you have done wrong
to find yourself
in a situation like these
or how did you let yourself to be scammed into
such situation?
You remember that blue eyed girl you met
whom also broke your heart
and left you half dead
on the ground...
and you
grasp a joint
and light it up alongside the Blue Ribbon
"the beer of the real man"
you take a breath from the joint
and it gives you an artificial taste
it lacks the "smuggler taste"
that you are used to!
this thing you smoke
tastes of a plant grown in
artificial nutrients
and under a greenhouse...
without a worry of being caught
growing that...
There is no "free"
in that
nor a "rebel".
You miss a great
taste of failure,
grown with cow dunk
as nutrient
under the free sun,
in the cover of a walled backyard
of an illegally built
house...
quality controlled
by
the grower's
girlfriend
and
himself!
all your life flashes
before
your
eyes...
as you are listening
the greatest guitarist
ever
"Rory";
you take another
sip
of the Blue ribbon
and
look to horizon
"million miles away"
as
the evening sun
gently heats up your arms
in your backyard,
as you
write the word
"Efkar"
the
most
beautiful
word
ever...
the
word
that
can only
describe
what
you feel
at the moment
but
does not
have
any
direct
translations...
to the language
you are
trying to
write...
your
eyes
gave way
to a
downpour...
yes
the
freedom
was
really
a
cunt
of
the
morning
bloom....
King H. Ironson
Note:
This continues
with how you are
grateful
that
at
least
you
found
yourself
in
the
end
regardless
however
fucked
up
everything
is
where
you
are
at
!
August 1, 2023
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