h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I just read your two pieces, "An Egg Like Nietchze" and I can't recall the others name and am too lazy to hit the 'BACK' button...
Regardless, I enjoyed them, if for no other reason than their rambling pace reminded me of dreams and times less clear and cloudless.
For a long while there I was addicted to a substance known as Meth, Crystal, Shark's teeth, ie-
Methamphetamines.
Sh!t (as we call it around my neck of the woods) is rather popular. A smelly substance to 'cook' it's easy to ready us some rock out in the Nevada desert. Quite a few tweakers around this sandy oblivion, and a few of us exes as well.
Not trying to play 'Old Drug Home' week with you here, but I wanted to let you know I understand at the very least the ROOT of the pieces you've put up....
(That's right! Incestology! That's the name of the other, don't quite CONNECT with that one if you know what I mean, but it's a bit more coherent)
So here's the deal. Pain brings you creativity. You cannot live through something terrible without at the least understanding something of the nature of the doing, the nature of the world, or the nature of yourself. Do not be afraid to be completely honest in your writing.
No one knows your name.
No one knows who you are.
Use anonymity to cover the pain and let it out in black cyber-ink, a pint a time.
Bleed it out, its worked for me. And Meth is just as bad as Heroine friend.
I've been on both.
Write more, and join the ranks of the unwashed, the unclean, and the unhealed.
We're not such bad People as we think we are...

Cheers,
Johnathon

Thanks man. I spent years in a band using many of my poems as lyrics. People just did not get it. And I have met few around here in the flesh who can grip or even care about poetry, that is why I have come here. An Egg like Neitchze is not really derived from my pain, it is more of a bash on WW2 revisionists of the holocaust. I guess in a way it is personal, since I am Jewish, but did not find out until I was 18(adoption). I write many pieces, and not all are personal pain. Incestology is simply how I observed a girl I was involved with, it is more how I relate to her pain. But thanx man.

Dunno, could be just drunk. The general point and drive of the piece is: You need to be more coherent in poetry. Lyrics for a song can be a little more dodgy, a little less logical.
Just expirement more.
I'd like to keep reading, as long as it's interesting.

Cheers,
Johnathon