Відео

The plot for Fallout

We may be loved, yet cannot feel it. Similarly, our love ricochets into a void.

Whats the name of the song behind this recording?

Pauline...you died..Pauline you died..Pauline you died

I just wonder one thing Why I always see Him in my dreams🌼🌺 Talking to me, 🌼🌺 Sometimes I m loving him🌼🌺 Sometimes I m crying holding his arms🌼🌺 He was a mere stranger But The truth is strange and difficult That being a stranger he never felt like stranger I felt like I knew him million of years and ages and decades ago🌼🌺 This is not the first time l m loving him Or Crying for him 🌼🌺

All my respect..... but you could turn down this substandard music..

Nice try; get a sound mixer.

This is something else...

I am.DAVID.😊 I.HAVE BEEN HERE for AWHILE❤ So "NOW" I thank "YOU" for having stayed so long😊❤😊

We All Have This In Us. We Just Need To Know How To Release It

I love Edgar Allan Poe poetry, one of my favorites of his are My Annabelle Lee. His poetry bring the story into my mind like a movie. It plays vividly innmy mind like a dream. Please continue reading his poetry.

There are people who don't know how to recite a poetry or poem. Bit this reciter have that passion and understanding of the words holding the deep feeling.

Burn me with a broken neck, chao and discord and disease, a waist of time psychosis, mutation

Being burnt alive with broken neck the gods and people are not good to each other

Such is this fucked up human condition . Conditioned .

Jesus Murphy Chuck you said it rest in peace

‘The glacier knocks in the cupboard, The desert sighs in the bed, And the crack in the tea-cup opens A lane to the land of the dead W H Auden has always been my favourite poet.

im sorry, i miss you

Beautiful

holy shit the end I'm not ok

Kya gandu song h yr 😢

Brilliant ❤

I feel like I’m 76

................. If ‼️ 🫒🌍🕊

One of his best... and disturbingly prophetic.

My muse Charles where can I get this soundtrack

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"We are born into this sorrowfull deadliness" Great truth most people cant admit and deal with. Also love this quote "made crazy and sick by this"

I couldn't disagree more.

I just lost everything. Again. I'm so heartbroken and blinded by my own anxiety and depression. I've lost everyone I've ever loved bc I can't fix myself. I've tried antidepressants, therapy and exercise. I can only beat it for a little bit, but it always comes back.

Bukowski, LEGEND! 📚📖🫡

🤯🤯 Drop the Big One Already ! 💀☠️🤯🥀🥀🥀🥀

This reminds me of a man sitting in an unsalted world beyond the mountains where all are respected and none are affected by the violence we throw at each other. Yet this peace feels slightly foreign - almost crazy- and somehow euphoric. A feeling of greater purpose unfolds with the menu before him; a world he feels like he belongs in, but does not deserve. A man that must remain unfeeling, unaffected and all masculine; or so, he believed before he reached that lone diner in the mountains.

Bukowsky and Satie go so well together. Tom O' Bedlam sound so much like Bukowski... Its like listening to Bukowski in his voice.

Who is Tom O'Bedlam? Is it an imaginary character? Where can I get more info on him? Anybody? Thanks

Kinda childish and not meaningful

Very dark very sad but very true .

Wow how can you put this crappy music over a poem?

complete rubbish

More garbage from the Master of dismal depression, if you think this is good poetry, or even poetry at all then you're easily pleased.

... beautiful. but damn 65, 66 thats not really that old is it?

I gave this poem to my wife when we married. It speaks to me of our first year together, where I did not feel ready to commit and planned from early on to end things after a year. She was the waitress who was unlike the women I had known, or maybe she was the entire cafe. When the time came - I really wrestled with it, because while I had really enjoyed our time together, I felt like I had made a promise to myself. But in the end, after we talked it out, she somehow told me exactly what I needed to hear - and so I did not get back on that bus. That was over 20 years ago, now. 20 wonderful years, and three more wonderful kids. I listen to this poem sometimes - usually the Tom Waits version - and shudder a bit, thinking of how close I came to getting back on that bus to… somewhere. Thank God I did not.

Once again a dumb supposed German school boy moving to America and doing wonders

A perfect recipe for Nirvana is pure, silencing, serene mountain snow. The "cut loose from purpose" enabled his perception of simple, magical, "unaffected" beauty. The waitresses natural humor, the not so crazy fry cook producing a particularly good meal, clean pleasant laughs from the dishwasher.

You are a deity, to whom I pray everyday. You're all what I had in me. You're a gift to me from God himself. I had planned to go grey with you. I never want to let you go. I just want you for myself. Time has made me it's victim making me a dying light. The light that has tried to show you all the thorns put on your way. I know you've always loved me, but remember that I still love you the same. I wish I could fill this void in my heart. I wish I could keep you with me. If I could tell you I would let you know. I love you babe. Aaru ❤️🍎ua-cam.com/video/FxAG_11PzCk/v-deo.htmlsi=9mamwlAeNGAvxlYE , more are there

❤Thank you my dear friend. 🙏⚘

We are not good to each other because we are only human. We have limited time, energy, decisions, and resources. Because of these axioms and the system we live in things will not get better.

This got me man.

What the….

Life sometimes feels like humanity has nowhere to go from here, like we are sliding slowly down and out of view of everything else in the universe and that when it does no one will care, at least not in this tiny place we call home, this speck of dust in an endless sprawl of elements and space. Nothing really matters, nothing at all if we can't beleive in anything.