Mar 5 2013


Posted by Knonie

In my hallucination
I saw my beloved’s flower garden
In my vertigo, in my dizziness
In my drunken haze
Whirling and dancing like a spinning wheel
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Feb 11 2013

Advice of the Day #12

Posted by Knonie


Advice of the Day #12:


Feb 6 2013


Posted by Knonie

“Aisi duniya mein jahan har larka kisi aur larki kay liye mujhay chhor sakta hai tou kia yahan aik bhi aisi larki nahi hai jo meray liye qurbani day sakay?”

“Koun larka? Koun larki? Kia duniya?”

“Yehi duniya jis mein hum nay inqalab lana hai.”

“Haan, tou duniya badli tou nahi hai?”

“Badli tou hai. Aur kia ab sab kuch he aik illusion hai?”

“Haha nahi. Ye duniya soch ki nahi, haqeeqat ki he hai. Insaan buhut badal gaya hai, kehnay ko, kiyoon k ab ilm buhut waseeh ho chuka hai aur insani zehen bhi, laikin jhagray wohi puranay hain. Bas kuch pesa kamanay ka dhang karo aur phir kuch bachay day kar chalay jao. Lo jee tumharay jesay aur aa gaye.”

“Haan ye tou insani zindagi kay baqa kay liye hai.”

“Jesay ye sab kuch tou aik aam shakhs insani zindagi ki baqa k liye karta hai. Pata hai jo iss baqa k naam pay ho raha hai…”

“Ab baat ko kaheen aur mutt lay kar jao…”

“Acha bakwas na karo. Meri baat suntay tou ho nahi wesay he poochtay ho bas. Pata nahi meri baton mein doobnay ka kia ishq hai tumhain. Jis din doobnay na doon, uss din mujhay bardasht bhi nahi kar saktay.”

“Ab ye baat kahan say nikali hai. Main ja raha hoon.”

“Dafa ho apnay ghar. Tumharay ghar walay pareshan ho rahay hon gay kay kaheen raat na ho jaaye.”

“Fuck you! Wo mera ghar nahi hai. Aur is haftay sham ko jaldi aaoon ga aur baton k liye poori raat bhi ho gi…”

“Oye hoye… Zindagi…”

“Acha bye!”


Feb 6 2013

There are worse things…

Posted by Knonie

“There are worse things
than being alone
but it often takes
decades to realize this
and most often when you do
it’s too late
and there’s nothing worse
than too late”

― Charles Bukowski


Feb 6 2013

Love is a Dog from Hell

Posted by Knonie

“I loved you
like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom, but that didn’t happen. Your letters got sadder. Your lovers betrayed you. Kid, I wrote back, all lovers betray.”

― Charles Bukowski, “Love is a Dog from Hell”

Feb 3 2013


Posted by Knonie


Damp pillow.


Jan 31 2013

What more—?

Posted by Knonie

You are the call and I am the answer,
You are the wish, and I the fulfilment,
You are the night, and I the day.
What else? it is perfect enough.
It is perfectly complete,
You and I,
What more—?

Strange, how we suffer in spite of this!

— D.H. Lawrence
(Excerpt from the poem Bei Hennef)

Jan 31 2013

I have waited so long…

Posted by Knonie

I’ve waited so long
To wake up and
To start my life
With love, trust, hope
And understanding
With happiness, joy
And everything good around

And believe me
I almost started it
Before realising it was just a dream

— Knonie, December 2012


Jan 31 2013

Advice of the Day #11

Posted by Knonie


Advice of the Day #11:
Follow your dreams.

Jan 31 2013

Lynyrd Skynyrd autographed Tour Jacket

Posted by Knonie

This 1998 tour jacket was signed by the members of Lynyrd Skynyrd and donated to the Hard Rock Cafe Orlando in 1999.

Lynyrd Skynyrd, autograph jacket

Photo provide by Fred.

Jan 31 2013

Love is a form of prejudice…

Posted by Knonie

“Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you’ll never meet them.”

― Charles Bukowski, Hot Water Music

Jan 30 2013

Advice of the Day #10

Posted by Knonie


Advice of the Day #10:
Change your opinion when the facts change.

Jan 30 2013

We Were Emergencies

Posted by Knonie

We can stick anything into the fog
and make it look like a ghost
but tonight
let us not become tragedies.
We are not funeral homes
with propane tanks in our windows,
lookin’ like cemeteries.
Cemeteries are just the Earth’s way of not letting go.
Let go.

let’s turn our silly wrists so far backwards
the razor blades in our pencil tips
can’t get a good angle on all that beauty inside.
Step into this
with your airplane parts.
Move forward
and repeat after me with your heart:

“I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hated myself.”

Make love to me
like you know I am better
than the worst thing I ever did.
Go slow.
I’m new to this.
But I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop
without jumping.

I have realized
that the moon
did not have to be full for us to love it,
that we are not tragedies
stranded here beneath it,
that if my heart
really broke
every time I fell from love
I’d be able to offer you confetti by now.

But hearts don’t break,
they bruise and get better.
We were never tragedies.
We were emergencies.
You call 9 – 1 – 1.
Tell them I’m having a fantastic time.

— Buddy Wakefield.

Jan 9 2013

Not a Suicide Note…

Posted by Knonie

They are making a fool out of you.

They can sense your strength, they can feel your uniqueness, and that is what keeps them restless.

No matter how busy they are, they have time for you, because you are still not like everyone else.

They take you as an alien or a rebel, so they disapprove you altogether. Some are kind, so they tend to make you feel understood. They will hardly change their own principles, but make you change yours. They will change your glasses so that you could see the world the way they want.

They will make you suffer for the unseen things. They will live their life in a way that will give you a constant sense of guilt. Yes, you are responsible for their hurt and tears, this is what they want you to think. They will keep on giving you some small amounts of sympathies to make you feel protected, and pleasures to keep you curious, but will spend the greater time to make you feel sad and tired… Or precisely “Tied”.

They will make you live under certain patterns, and make you believe that it is the only way. They will put conditions that take your freedom. They will bound you to the promises of a better tomorrow for which you will be held responsible. They will do anything to make you suffer during the time when your life has the greatest amount of passion and zeal. They will distract you from all the places till you feel your passions are worthless. They will take the worth out of everything… every little thing that was once a source of joy for you.

They are making a fool out of you. Yes, all of them.

Don’t let anyone kill you.

Be careful.