It becomes easy to cause hurt

When we get what we want

And all our thoughts of goodness

Fall like leaves to the dead ground;

Let us tread on softer hearts

Hide in dark basements

Like cold caskets

Welcoming our dead bodies

And even take am axe to God

If it satisfies our needs

Even a little,

What have we to lose?

In these days

Of lengthening, golden light,

Shall we grow old together?

Shall we as shadows creep

Grow distant and cold together?

Or shall we

In the unknown time remaining

Strike souls together

As swords or flint

And start such a fire

That this tinder world burns

Leaving us as ashes

For new life to grow from?

You feel like

You’ve been pushed

Off the edge of a cliff

And as you fall and fall

You do your best

To will yourself back

At least to the edge

To reverse this plummet

Until eventually

You become aware

There’s not a damn thing

That you can do about it

And so you close your eyes

And wait for the ground.

My Dear,
Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
-Falsely yours

Charles Bukowski

There is laundry going

Running in the background

And i can hear the furnace

Blowing away the fall cold

Competing with the dishwasher

As noises of her readying

For the days events

Knock about above my head

While out the window

The sun’s light slants steep

A sure sign that winter comes

In this and much more

Contentment seeps into the bones

Making me want this more

It is an addiction of life and love

Perfect happens

In small moments

That must be held

And stretched

Across forever…

it is worth it
this work;
it rebuilds,
it strengthens,
it heals and helps.

it is worth it
this work
for it is woven
of hope
and evidence
it can exist,
because
it has before
and will again.

cheer up
ya numb fuck!
(i said this to myself)
climb out of that well
you threw yourself in
take a shower
and meet the world;
you’re the one
who seeded
the dark clouds
that hang about
your dreary head
drive them away
with a west wind
and behold
your world is gold
and rich in love;
you are wealthy
beyond other men
stop wallowing,
get up
and meet the day
with fists raised
and feet planted.

here is my love
there my home
my cars and my children
so many trips
this watch
that computer
dinners out
nights in the hot tub
big flat screen
nice projector
good reputation
and some skill
with a word or two
degrees, diploma
certificates aplenty
and i wonder
what shall it profit a man
that he gain the whole world…

stand alone in the desert
with only the sun as your companion
close your eyes before its brilliance
and still you can see the light
blazing red as fire through the lids
and the heat bears down upon you
leaving no doubt that it is there
no matter how tightly you squint
or where you try to hide
it stands above you
and will burn you to a crisp
in the end