Stupid people make great canibals..

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You would be proud of me.

 
 
My birthday was in June
 
My father passed away in August
 
So I remember to be strong
 
And move on
 
To stay lion hearted
 
And carry the day
 
To fly away
 
And become myself.
 

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Take care.


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It's not my fault.


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Time to depart, back to life, let it rain.

What on earth makes messes

 
Just the way humans can and do
 
All the drama
 
We watch on television
 
Could never equal the tragedy
 
Of the horror we imagine
 
All the fears we create
 
Dark things in trash can
 
Seem to grow
 
And flood the street
 
While children keep their mouths closed
 
The adult world is growing
 
The weeds also.
 
 

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If there is a God he has a strange sense of humor..


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Then,


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I am not what you seek, you seek munster cheese.


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Is this a nightmare?


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As no means no, go go go away!


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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.