Archive for the 'Life' Category

Son

Sunday, June 21st, 2009

And if you follow me son
The window wrap around you
Carry from the ground
You will never be alone

You wait one turn to sunlight
That’s falling on a girl
That’s still inside the world

She’s reading books
from empty women
They’re giving beauty tips
from empty hips

And how is the water of the rain
And how is the air of the wind
And how are the arms of your mother
She’s holding you in

Watch them as they try to fly their kites inside their bedrooms
That were only built for drinking
Your thoughts they never lasted long when you were under the sky
Above it you can hold a thought forever

And how is the water of the rain
And how is the air of the wind
And how are the arms of your mother
She’s holding you in

And how is the water of the rain
And how is the air of the wind
And how are the arms of your mother
She’s holding you in

Retroactive Insertion

Monday, April 9th, 2007

(Actually being posted on April 18, 2007 -1:18am EDT)

I just noticed that I missed the two year anniversary of me starting this blog.

April 9th, 2005…

The blog has changed a lot, but not as much as I have.

Reading the old shit is almost laughable now…Wow, oh wow are things different now.

I would have more to say, except it’s late and I just wanted to drop this out here to mark the occasion. Hope all is well for all 3 people who might read this… ;)

I’m going to go stand by the window, drink a beer, smoke a cigarette, and think about it. It’s hitting me rather profoundly for some reason…

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Bukowski Died 13 Years Ago Today

Friday, March 9th, 2007

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little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won’t flinch and
I won’t blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
I won’t blame you,
instead
I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons
our nights
our bodies
spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and I won’t use it
yet.

“Raw With Love”, -Charles Bukowski

How Is Your Heart?

Wednesday, January 31st, 2007

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during my worst times
on the park benches
in the jails
or living with
whores
I always had this certain
contentment-
I wouldn’t call it
happiness-
it was more of an inner
balance
that settled for
whatever was occuring
and it helped in the
factories
and when relationships
went wrong
with the
girls.
it helped
through the
wars and the
hangovers
the backalley fights
the
hospitals.
to awaken in a cheap room
in a strange city and
pull up the shade-
this was the craziest kind of
contentment

and to walk across the floor
to an old dresser with a
cracked mirror-
see myself, ugly,
grinning at it all.
what matters most is
how well you
walk through the
fire

-Charles Bukowski

WWHRD2?

Wednesday, December 6th, 2006

“Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now. In some airless apartment on a dark, urine stained, whore lined street, someone is calling out to you silently and you are answering without even being there. So crystalline. So pure. Such life saving power when you smile. You will never know how you have cauterized my wounds. So sad that we will never touch. How it hurts me to know that I will never be able to give you everything I have.”

-Henry Rollins

WWHRD?

Wednesday, December 6th, 2006

“It is no surprise to me that hardly anyone tells the truth about how they feel. The smart ones keep themselves to themselves for good reason. Why would you want to tell anyone anything that’s dear to you? Even when you like them and want nothing more than to be closer than close to them? It’s so painful to be next to someone you feel strongly about and know you can’t say the things you want to.”

-Henry Rollins

ROFL, Then punch me….

Tuesday, December 5th, 2006

“Your biggest concern over the following weeks may involve finding the right mixture of enthusiasm and caution as you vacillate between moving forward with your career aspirations and retreating into the safety of your home. Your best strategy may be to avoid final decisions. Let the stress inspire you to move in a new direction, even while circumstances continue to slow you down.”

Closer

Thursday, November 16th, 2006

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Dan: I want Anna back.
Larry: She’s made her choice.
Dan: I owe you an apology. I fell in love with her. My intention was not to make you suffer.
Larry: So where’s the apology? Ya cunt.
Dan: I apologize. If you love her you’ll let her go so she can be happy.
Larry: She doesn’t want to be happy.
Dan: Everybody wants to be happy.
Larry: Depressives don’t. They want to be unhappy to confirm they’re depressed. If they were happy they couldn’t be depressed anymore. They’d have to go out into the world and live. Which can be depressing.