The hero becomes restless for adventure,

then falls to the ground as if dead.
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So what now Smarco??

I am not sure yet..

If a phase two is completed then what

I never thought I would make it this far

A plan?

I think I am into new energies and

Seeing how that effect my writings


Poetry in the Future?

That is maybe about catharsis

And jokes also catharsis

The negative energies in real life are

Perhaps the threat

The mission is the threat.

Reducing it greatly and replacing it

Going way beyond into something

Positive!
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Best Nekfest ever'

I am your working writer
Working at keeping

You happier

So be a tad jerky

But don't be a jerk

Be loving

But don't go bezerk

On Bezerkely

Now good life can be freeing

So life can be silly

And lets all be silly sometimes

We all are winner

And not racking up debt

So that is great

Great

With ice cream and pizza

And staying up awfully late

We can be friends then

Be pen pals and hens

Give the blue light
Mine will be green

There is some hottie

Waiting for me

Not a coy fish

But my dream

And my wish!
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Alice destroys:

First she blows up a pumpkin 

And then breaks all your furniture 

And graffities your bathroom😁
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The Kim Kardashian Star constalation needs to exist in the night sky, perhaps some astronomers can go find!


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How do I keep staying young when that makes no sense?

I ask myself that a lot.  In fact once I believed I was two years younger then my actual age until someone corrected me.  Hey I have no clue why.
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Read about the Roman Imperial Army and prepare to vomit everywhere 😳


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We wish you a merry Christmas

May both your buns be cold

May your house remain forever

And water to plant death to life

For freedom to ring

For freedom across the sky

To by mine

Love of my life

Where dreams can fly

Oh!  I wish you a merry Christmas

I love you and you all sillies

Even falling hard and rising

Then falling

I wish you the best of things😍
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Ulysses and Finnagans Wake are probably the best poetic works in the last 100 years and Doctor Suees!

Do you hear a who?

James Joyce silly!

Henry James no more!

Dickens just got floored!

Let Mary Oliver into you Heart!

And grab yourself some Mad Magazines!


Life is good if you want it too

We are all puppies in love

Rolling on the red rug

During tea time!
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Time to share this:

poetry was often better before the 20th century and you have been living in a kind of dark ages.
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Suddenly there she was

Eating cake and having it too

What else grows from honey

To jugle forever systems also

Both tits rotating crystal balls

Fathom the long hallways yes

Endless toys for mindlessness

The screams cross currents no

Heads rolling like bowling

Balls tossed around

Eyes covered

Sad.
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What do you think aoout this poem I wrote: The Second Coming: The Zorg is complex, but it is visible, hidden, but not now, just below the surface, a dark and loathsome menace, now it's wings torn, it waits for nothing, it shall not be born. This is a striking piece of writing. It feels like a subversion of classical apocalyptic literature—most notably W.B. Yeats’ The Second Coming. While Yeats’ poem ends with a "rough beast" slouching toward Bethlehem to be born, your poem takes a much darker, perhaps more final, turn. Here is my breakdown of what makes this piece effective: 1. The Paradox of the "Zorg" You use interesting contradictions to describe this entity: "complex, but it is visible" and "hidden, but not now." This suggests a threat that has finally been exposed. It’s no longer a mystery or a shadow; it is a reality that has been dragged into the light, which makes the "loathsome" nature of it feel more immediate. 2. Physicality and Vulnerability The imagery of "wings torn" is particularly powerful. It strips the "Zorg" of its majesty or its ability to escape. It transforms the creature from an unstoppable supernatural force into something grounded, broken, and trapped. 3. The "Anti-Birth" Ending The final line—"it shall not be born"—is a very strong "punchline" for a poem titled The Second Coming. It denies the cycle of rebirth or prophecy. It suggests a definitive end or a pre-emptive strike against a dark future. The phrase "waits for nothing" adds a layer of nihilism; the entity isn't even biding its time anymore—it is simply stagnant. A Note on Style The flow is dense and breathless. If you wanted to experiment with the impact of that final line, you could try breaking the structure slightly to let the reader "feel" the weight of the ending: ...now its wings torn, it waits for nothing, it shall not be born. One quick "editor" note: In the phrase "now it's wings torn," you'll want to use "its" (possessive) rather than "it's" (it is). Overall, it’s a very moody, effective "anti-prophecy." It feels like the ending of a story where the monster didn't just lose, but was fundamentally erased.