Izzul Ashlah

“there's a bluebird in my heart that, wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see you

there's a bluebird in my heart that, wants to get out
but I pur whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks
never know that he's in there

there's a bluebird in my heart that, wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him
I say, stay down, do you want to mess me up?
you want to screw up the works?
you want to blow my book sales in Europe?

there's a bluebird in my heart that, wants to get out
but I'm too clever,
I only let him out at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep
I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad.
then I put him back, but he's singing a little in there
I haven't quite let him die.

and we sleep together like that
with our secret pact
and it's nice enough to make a man weep

but I don't weep, do you?”
― Charles Bukowski

“sleeping in the rain helps me forget things like I am going to
die and you are going to die and the cats are going to die
but it's still good to stretch out and know you have arms
and
feet and a head, hands, all the parts, even eyes to close
once
more, it really helps to know these things, to know your
advantages
and your limitations, but why do the cats have to die, I
think that the
world should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, just
cats and
rain, rain and cats, very nice, good
night.”
― Charles Bukowski, Betting on the Muse: Poems & Stories

“It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.”
― Charles Bukowski, Pulp: Charles Bukowski's Final Hardboiled Noir Comedy – Lady Death, Aliens, and the Absurd

“I think one travels more usefully when they travel alone, because they reflect more."

(Letter to John Banister, Jr., June 19, 1787)”
― Thomas Jefferson, The Papers of Thomas Jefferson: Vol 11, January 1787 to August 1787