we could be forever
if forever was tonight

one day my body will be cold and stiff and still

you are infinitely connected to the universe and it wouldn't be the same without you.

I will die loving you

at 21, i bought a one-way ticket to Hollywood..
i lived in a wooden shed a couple of blocks from Sunset Strip..
the streets were a storm of dreams..
evenings, i would ride my motorcycle up into the Hollywood Hills..
the carpark at Yamashiro’s had an panoramic view of the city..
i…

i am a mess of a poem falling off the pages and smeared

i have learned to love my own heart and sometimes that is enough.

the beginning
and the end
I love you

I fall in love with eyes more than anything

you remind me of me

Confession

Bless me, Poetry
For I have sinned

It has been
Two weeks
Since my last poem

Please show me
The grace
Of falling rain
And dying leaves

Amen

another day of missing you

Love in the afternoon

Words by john zbigniew guzlowski

I will hold your sadness with soft hands

You can sing me or not, but I’m still going to be music

what kind of music are you?

I went to the river
to remember
what I felt that day
and then it occurred
to me that though
the trees remained
the same as before
the water I had seen
was now a part of the sea

it is half past midnight
and all I can see are her eyes

“great writers are indecent people
they live unfairly
saving the best part for paper.

good human beings save the world
so that bastards like me can keep creating art,
become immortal.
if you read this after I am dead
it means I made it.”

― Charles Bukowski

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