The story of 3 beers and an angel
i remember drinking 3 beers
in my loneliness at night
i dont drink beer
so that was
too much for me
anyway
i do some things on the computer
write some
edit my poetry homepage
do some things
then i get anxiety
and lay to rest away the pain
all of a sudden i hear
a knock on the window
it is a person floating there
in gold armour
surprised i cant do
anything but open it
it is archangel michael
he introduces himself
then he raises his sword towards me
and says
DID IT GET BETTER NOW TOMAS
harsh words from an angel
but i get mostly those
this site is a free haven though
even if some are mean and false
but i think of those words often
in what i do
when i mess up
did it get better
i dont know
i mostly look on
the bright side of life
even nightmares
i dont wake sweaty from
i find them inspiring
september cohen said once to me though
YOU HAVE MADE A DIFFERENCE
so thats all that matters
like one of the guys
which did a gangbang
he said
IF YOU AFFECT ONE
PERSON ITS WORTH IT
so i hope i affect you
reader
with this
in however way
write about the gods
write about the angels
write about the greys
write about the birds
write about the fairies
write about the dryads
write about the trolls
they are for real
av Tsofmia Neptlith (ris och ros)
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