shot in the eye
shot in the brain
shot in the ****
shot like a flower in the dance
amazing how death wins hands down
amazing how much credence is given to idiot forms of life
amazing how laughter has been drowned out
amazing how viciousness is such a constant
I must soon declare my own war on their war
I must hold to my last piece of ground
I must protect the small space I have made that has allowed me life
my life not their death
my death not their death…
............my favorite line ★ shot like a flower in the dance
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How the soul does rejoice with the beauty of trees Shafts of sunlight from the foliage making pools of light Heart uplifted walking woodlands, seeing flowers..... beautiful words.
Bukowski died awhile ago. His was a life of irony, self inflicted suffering, and a desperate need to write.
" My life not their death My death not their death" Intriguing yet thought provoking poem.
A powerful and poignant write. Liked the ultimate stanza. Thought provoking lines.
nice poem but the subject is death and such sadness.