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Post by hypnotic on Mar 31, 2004 19:55:52 GMT -5
Arms
out of the arms of one love and into the arms of another
I have been saved from dying on the cross by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories and is much kinder than the last, much much kinder, and the sex is just as good or better.
it isn't pleasant to be put on the cross and left there, it is much more pleasant to forget a love which didn't work as all love finally doesn't work ...
it is much more pleasant to make love along the shore in Del Mar in room 42, and afterwards sitting up in bed drinking good wine, talking and touching smoking
listening to the waves ...
I have died too many times believing and waiting, waiting in a room staring at a cracked ceiling waiting for the phone, a letter, a knock, a sound ... going wild inside while she danced with strangers in nightclubs ...
out of the arms of one love and into the arms of another
it's not pleasant to die on the cross, it is much more pleasant to hear your name whispered in the dark.
(Charles Bukowski)
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Post by shiseidored on Apr 1, 2004 7:28:44 GMT -5
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Post by hypnotic on Apr 1, 2004 7:41:48 GMT -5
bukowski is my fave writer, except anais nin and henri miller . he wrote the greatest poems in the world, everytime i start to read em i cannot stop .. i see myself in so many things .. u can read him online here : plagiarist.com/poetry/?aid=11
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Post by Alamo on Apr 1, 2004 9:46:14 GMT -5
i love it first i thought you wrote it it is amazing
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smithversusneo
Precious Thing
"I, like God, do not play with dice and do not believe in coincidence."
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Post by smithversusneo on Jun 20, 2004 0:14:49 GMT -5
Great poem! I've kinda been out of the loop (and besides, I'm still getting my feet wet here at "the Afterglow'), but I haven't read imagery like that in quite a while.
darC
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