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Era Sep 2015
My to-do list is getting too long
He says he wants to show me the world
He looks like he's been places
But I feel there's so many places inside me I haven't felt on
How am I to wander around, out of fear of getting lost?
How am I to glimpse outside for seeing inside
My memory echoes still, fear of being full of empty

How far does life extend?
Where do I begin, where do I end?

Sometimes the hand of a friend, feels the realest that can be
Sometimes all's a blur, empty memory. 

How can I stay still, when everything turns around my equilibrium?
Reckless with my bills, reckless with my time
I have to stop smoking, seelping in and all-day sitting

They tell me I need to do. I tell them I need to be
Feel the motor inside
Draw on clouds and remenising
Put one song on repeat for days
lose track of time recklessly

Tomorrow's restless, Let me revolve around today
  Jan 2015 Era
Charles Bukowski
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at ****** are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love

beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to **** you
to **** anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

their finest art
Era Sep 2014
° /sshharp/
° You, sharppened your knives
° Bullets ready, what's the point?
° Arrows pointing back like boomerangs
° **** words darting hollow places
° Me, framed in zebra circles
° You, lost between these pointless races
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