From Charles Bukowski without love...
There will always be something
to ruin our lives,
it all depends upon
what or which
finds us first,
we are always
ripe
and ready
to be
taken.
Ruined lives are
normal
both for the wise
&
others.
It is only when
that life
ruined
becomes ours
we realize
then
that the suicides,
the drunkards, the mad,
the jailed, the dopers
& etc. etc.
are just as common
a part of existence
as the gladiola,
the rainbow,
the hurricane
& nothing
left
on the kitchen
shelf.
& how something profound on my beloved one tree hill turns into the biggest irony of the evening. good luck to that which does not depend on accident, best wishes to those who chose not dream & happy holidays to all who have never thought to celebrate life.
to ruin our lives,
it all depends upon
what or which
finds us first,
we are always
ripe
and ready
to be
taken.
Ruined lives are
normal
both for the wise
&
others.
It is only when
that life
ruined
becomes ours
we realize
then
that the suicides,
the drunkards, the mad,
the jailed, the dopers
& etc. etc.
are just as common
a part of existence
as the gladiola,
the rainbow,
the hurricane
& nothing
left
on the kitchen
shelf.
& how something profound on my beloved one tree hill turns into the biggest irony of the evening. good luck to that which does not depend on accident, best wishes to those who chose not dream & happy holidays to all who have never thought to celebrate life.