MY GOD, AN ENTRY
Today for the first time in a really long time I read a whole book in one day. Ham on Rye by Charles Bukowski.
I've had so much input all day that I decided I needed some output, so I wrote a poem:
Ice covers the harvest and we wait for the thaw The ocean rolls against the sand, if you stare at it long enough you can see the start We all came from wetness When we die we are dry
The earth swallows you back up and nothing matters Everything is beautiful while it lasts Mundane is beauty Life is gorgeous
War is caused by hate run by hate and filled with hate Those who hate, hate so they can love From death comes life From life stems death
We are never ending We are everything and nothing We will always be remembered We will always be forgotten
Our lives have crossed paths permanently We will not forget eachother.
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coolhanderik) wrote,
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