If there was a feeling
that said enough is enough
that would be one sexy zen,
but there ain’t no such thing
and all I have left are these
lost emotions, hidden
within the layers
of my double chin.
Let me tell you:
Now when you take a ticket
and board your wings of imagination
and you are bit by
some foreboding tick
of self-deprecation
–remember,
that you have it in you
to create
beautiful things.
There will be those types
who don’t understand,
who just want to hate
and make you feel down.
It don’t matter.
They’re your bitter enemies,
members of family,
close-friends and
late night loves.
But what do they know?
for each weaknesses
that they abuse
you grow stronger, and wiser
and the fire in your blood
runs rampant within you
–you have passion
pay no eye for defeat.
You have it in you
to create
beautiful things.
One day you will see,
there is nothing stopping you
from making your mark
be it out of love or curiosity,
or both
my eyes have seen you and I know
you will scour the mountain tops
and release the high winds
and go on adventures
to discover
all that underlying beauty
and touch the hearts
of others.
So, remember
You have it in you
to create
beautiful things.
Over a year ago I woke up one morning and decided to start writing a blog and it feels like I’ve come a long way. I have been moderately active during the whole year and it’s been one exciting year.
I’ve learned a whole lot and had the chance to connect with some real cool folks over the internet. And I am thankful for all the people who bother visiting my site (even if it’s only once). A big thank you!
An even bigger thank you to those who actually bothered to comment on posts and share stuff off my blog, it means the whole world to me!
As my blog speeds off towards another year of “stuff”, I post three poems all written horribly for all of you to enjoy. I had a laugh with them, I hope you guys will as well. If you don’t you then your sense of humor and cultural intelligence could be lacking, but I could be wrong.
In the coming months, I will be very busy with all kinds of projects related to poetry and writing. Be prepared!
i am so goddamn cool
that women like to be around me
they stick their effeminate noses
deep into my intergluteal cleft
and whiff me multiple times
with increasing fervor
please put out your cigarette
switch it for chewing gum
get off the nicotine
buy yourself an exotic queen
from nicaragua
or the ukraine
get married in thailand
(explicitly as a joke(
use the money you saved
by quitting smoking
on pointless holidays
*in the sun*
It’s been a good enough while since my last “blog” post, if we don’t count the poetry and what not. I will kick out all that artsy-fartsy stuff and take you on an (b)anal rampage. It’s a Sunday and I hate Sundays because I cannot sleep in on Monday, but I take the best of Sunday and try my best to do nothing at all. Either way, there are a few things I’d like to bring to your attention dearest reader.
If you have been following the poetry I’ve been posting right here on Mikritics then here’s a slight treat that I will say out loud right now. I have decided to try my best to get some of that shit published, in print on paper, between covers! It’s been crazy lately, I have amassed a good amount of poems that I would consider “good enough” to be sent forward. Please stop me if I am delusional.
The only problem I have is that I don’t know if the poems could be better. Of course I will go and do plenty of rigorous editing. I will literally and academically beat the living hell out of my texts. I will break their bones and crush them into dust with a mortar and pestle. I will break them down for breakfast and roast them on a frying pan –deep fry them in animal grease. I will punch them until they say uncle and cry for momma, but you get the point. Editing is violent.
I have to confess that I am a newbie when it comes to this. I have no idea how to take it forward and I find myself browsing through wikihow articles when I’m in the bathroom. I worry about failure due to being plain dumb and I retire to some hole. I assume a fecal position and rot with my bad humor.
I hate myself. But there are things that I hate more, so I think I’m in good terms with myself in the end. Keeps me inspired and jovial. Hoping for the best..
The other thing that I wanted to just point out was a thought I had today. A good while back around February I saw this show called JFC, or Jesus Fucking Christ. It’s a horrible and ugly show depicting the second coming of Jesus. The humor is crude and unfunny, so I guess that’s why I happened to like it.
The best part of the show in my opinion is the way attitudes towards Jesus are portrayed. The televangelist hate him and everyone takes him as a crackpot junkie. The way I’d imagine anyone to react when someone claims he is Jesus reborn. The show has that realism. You should have a look, but watch out, I mean it when I say the humor sucks. It’s not for you if your sense of humor requires even some sophistication. It won’t be for you either if you can’t intake blasphemous entertainment.
Here’s episode 1 of JFC, presented on the youtube channel of Kenny Hotz:
Kenny Hotz presents JFC an independently produced web cartoon.
Jesus is sent back to earth by God to clean things up a little but immediately gets a rude awakening to the modern world and the church! Episode 2 http://youtu.be/NQpVOaFLi2o
Let us know what you think about it so we can do more or get rid of it.
That’s it, that’s my blog for this Sunday.
I will not even go through this post to check for typos.
I can’t be bothered to edit this into a coherent post. Maybe next time!
Thank you for reading! Stay tuned for more awesome posts..
Much love to all.
Helsinki Poet 