The grass is green enough under my feet
And the sun is sun enough
The air reaches my lungs through my nostrils
And there are thousand of poems unread
That’s enough to make me feel good
Pink marker, do you worship a man?
Preaching so called glorious lessons through elevate words
When in fact things are so simple
Because our nature is love
And when I turn off my wifi I still feel good.
I like to take notes
And his screams are reaching my ears
Gasoline sound
He usually sets me on fire through that
But now I managed to stay calm
And the storm he started in me faded away
Because I could see he had a hard day
I could feel compassion
And I accomplished the challenge number three
The one you gave to me
Do something you don’t like and see
that there’s is always a way to set yourself free
Ashes to ashes and words fired up
And when my world goes mad I say stop
I only want the sun to burn me, not anything else
I can’t be like Bukowski
Burning in water, Drowning in flame
Love is love
Love doesn’t bring pain
If you think it does,
Consider to think about it again.
this is important enough: to get your feelings down/ and there is of course madness and terror too/ in knowing that some part of you/ wound up like a clock can never be wound again once it stops/ sad, sad/ your feelings boiling over flame/ get this down ~Charles Bukowski