Renegade of punk poetry
Hello R.,
Have you ever felt so frustrated that even frustration itself becomes frustrated with it self?
Let me illustrate such frustration in your mind. Than we can decide how we can rate this illustrate of frustration or you can simply be frustrated to my illustration of frustration.
No no don't worry I am just kidding around no frustration, no illustration no ration...
except for your poetry ration!
Reader have I told you all the messages I get when I was not writing here last year?
Of course all the love letters and nudes I have been getting daily were reduced to nothing...
As a part of our deal you don't write me so that we eliminate observer effect...
if you are a new reader and don't know what this is please see this entry and this entry then you will understand.
By messages I don't mean the messages I got to my phone from the scammers....
Its the messages I see on the trucks, advertisement boards and such.. I just saw them everywhere...
Messages like "Air King", "Supplement King", "Where is our King", "King was dope", "Long live the King" "Love and King", "Blue Light King" I cannot remember all but many like this....
They all popped out infront of me, when I was thinking on how I stopped writing all of a sudden....
Reader wait " I am out of snack and peach ice teaa.....there comes the tongueeee"
my son finished Ms Vicks again dang it... I realy craved it...with a beer but
can't drink beer now because I have my meditation...
anyways I am snacking pea-nuts and stale ruffles....
its so stale it doesn't even crunch...
so reader when i was thinking about writing and how much I want to write I saw these signs everywhere...
making me feel bad that I am not writing....
it felt like I was betraying something that I like and basically feeling like betraying my self...
although there were many reasons why I took the decision to not to write for a while...
once I gave that decision execution was easy....
the first reason was "M". She was a very difficult puppy...Because she was hard headed and had a eating disorder... She was obsessed biting my legs whenever she felt like and peeing, pooing wherever she felt fit, destroying whatever she feels fit etc...
the second reason was my work...because my work was so far away from where I live...I had to wake up early for a long drive and this commute was taking my energy and lots of time...Reader when you are very tired its really difficult to put out something nice...
the third reason was that I needed some time to be with myself and love and care for myself...to refill and rest....drain my mind....collect experiences and inspirations...
I can count more reasons but lets leave it at that...
Reader, I wish that I was able to take pictures of these messages, it would be good images for the entries..although I saw most of these while I am driving back and forth to work while driving...
reader I am driving to east in the morning and west in the evening...at one point in year I am syncing with sunrise and sunset....So I watch mighty Ishtar to bless me with her rays every morning and I was saying goodbye to her every evening...Unfortunately that season has not arrived yet
(mid fall to early spring latest)....
during those times lost in driving I wrote lots of beautiful poems in my mind but never put them on paper or on any medium....
very beautiful things have limits...
when something is very delicate and prone to be perished or have short life span than it becomes so precious and unique and beautiful...
examples are many,
butterflies, flowers, youth, strawberries, mandala's, my sage plant (it died :( ), life....
so reader you need to cherish these things as they came to be...
silver screens breeds past tense of perished things
stuck you with things you had to leave breathtaking
love's creeds last sense of cherished things
stuck you with eternal sill of present sightseeing
King H. Ironson
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