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No Help For That by Charles Bukowski

there is a place in the heart that

will never be filled

 

a space

 

and even during the

best moments

and

the greatest

times

 

we will know it

 

we will know it

more than

ever

 

there is a place in the heart that

will never be filled

 

and

 

we will wait

and

wait

 

in that

space.

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For The Foxes by Charles Bukowski

don’t feel sorry for me.
I am a competent,
satisfied human being.

be sorry for the others
who
fidget
complain

who
constantly
rearrange their
lives
like
furniture.

juggling mates
and
attitudes

their
confusion is
constant

and it will
touch
whoever they
deal with.

beware of them:
one of their
key words is
“love.”

and beware those who
only take
instructions from their
God

for they have
failed completely to live their own
lives.

don’t feel sorry for me
because I am alone

for even
at the most terrible
moments
humor
is my
companion.

I am a dog walking
backwards

I am a broken
banjo

I am a telephone wire
strung up in
Toledo, Ohio

I am a man
eating a meal
this night
in the month of
September.

put your sympathy
aside.
they say
water held up
Christ:
to come
through
you better be
nearly as
lucky.

The People by Charles Bukowski

all people start to
 come apart finally
 and there it is:
 just empty ashtrays in a room
 or wisps of hair on a comb
 in the dissolving moonlight.

it is all ash and dry leaves
 and grief gone
 like an ocean liner.

when the shoes fill with blood
 you know
 that the shoes are dead.

true revolution
 comes from true revulsion;
 when things get bad enough
 the kitten will kill the lion.

the statues in the church of my childhood
 and the candles that burn at their feet
 if I could only take these
 and open their eyes
 and feel their legs
 and hear their clay mouths
 say the true
 clay
 words.

Cause and Effect by Charles Bukowski

the best often die by their own hand
just to get away,
and those left behind
can never quite understand
why anybody
would ever want to
get away
from
them

Finish by Charles Bukowski

We are like roses that have never bothered to 

bloom when we should have bloomed and 

it is as if

the sun has become disgusted with waiting

Don’t Forget By Charles Bukowski

There is always somebody or something
waiting for you,
something stronger, more intelligent,
more evil, more kind, more durable,
something bigger, something better,
something worse, something with
eyes like the tiger, jaws like the shark,
something crazier than crazy,
saner than sane,
there is always something or somebody
waiting for you
as you put on your shoes
or as you sleep
or as you empty a garbage can
or pet your cat
or brush your teeth
or celebrate a holiday
there is always somebody or something
waiting for you.

keep this fully in mind
so that when it happens
you will be as ready as possible.

meanwhile, a good day to
you
if you are still there.
I think that I am—
I just burnt my fingers on
this
cigarette.

Tonight By Charles Bukowski

Looking back
down the long path
I don’t believe I would have done
anything different.

Did I Love You? By Umit Yasar Oguzcan

Did I love you? I did, who cares!
I held you; I placed you to the deepest inside of me.
I took, caressed your hair, I kissed..
I drank, sip by sip, your beauty.

Did I love you? I did, for sure.
It was with me, the most terrible one of yearnings
I got mad, how far you were…
It wasn’t love, this was something else that never got enough

Did I love you? I did, actually.
While loving, I was completed, I became integrated.
There was someone who had cried for nights;
there was someone who was passionette with you; that was me.

Did I love you? I did, the greatest,
the most unfaded roses opened inside of me
you were something makes my life worth living;
you were… in my blurry youth

Did I love you? I did, just like that.
I arrived to a line with you
and one day I lost you there.
Did I love you? I did, what about you?

Longing by Aziz Nesin

You made me wait so long, so long that
You got me used to wait for you.
Even though you came back after a long time
I now love longing for you more than I love you.

I Think You’re Just Like Everybody Else Now by Nazim Hikmet

My eyes don’t see the love in your eyes.
My heart doesn’t receive the love from them.
I’ve already exhausted my soul, take it, exhaust it a little bit more.
Because I think you’re just like everybody else now.

Though last night I was waiting for you to come,
today I’m running away from you secretly.
See, I’d looked into my heart well enough,
then I understood that you’re just like everybody else.

I completely forgot you, I’m sure of it .
Now my promise belonged to the past.
I don’t even have any grudge against you in my heart.
I think you’re just like everybody else now.