"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.
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i give her gifts
of silent banter -
it's indescribable how she stirs my heart
while she sits shotgun on my car -
do they know i was here long before
she became a well known scribbler?
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krystal balllll on October 5i really like your profile! <3 im fixen to move to Illinois o.O
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lovelylittleworld on October 5i was so glad to see your Kerouac quote and your Bukowski poem
what matters most is
how well you
walk through the
fire.
