"What is the feeling when you're driving away from people, and they recede on the plain 'til you see their specks dispersing? It's the too huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies." - Jack Kerouac
How Is Your Heart? by Charles Bukowski
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.
- Last seen 6 hours ago. Member since October 4, 2008.
- I'm a topaz horse poet for 13 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "...i will find a way or i will make one..." - me".
- I am a woman from Illinois (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm living.
- Visit my homepage at www.facebook.com/eklypse
- I have 13 comments, 14 poems
My Poetry
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it was the first time a lover allowed me to feel love in its purest form. undisturbed sleep used to overcome my senses when the last voice7 lines, 2 comments, September 7
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all the women; all the lovers; all of them
some liked to talk; some liked to laugh; some liked to yell29 lines, September 2
Guest Book
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krystal balllll on October 5, 2008i really like your profile! <3 im fixen to move to Illinois o.O
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imoutyo on October 5, 2008i was so glad to see your Kerouac quote and your Bukowski poem
what matters most is
how well you
walk through the
fire.
