Authors That Inspire: Charles Bukowski

The People Are Anxious

It's like that thing in your chest can stop

anytime, and some of us think about it constantly

IT can come fast and swift,

and you are conscious of it's beating:  miss a beat, you feel it

race too fast you feel it,

that anxiety that you won't see tomorrow:

all the plans you made could be forgotten in cockroach like

moment

You think about that, and it's just no good, of course

and we take that strangely for granted

I've taken it for granted,  many times

the truly brave or truly disturbed don't care if they die of course

But for a lot of folks, of course there is:

ANXIETY

This Is Depressing!!

Oh boy, you're crazy if you keep reading this,

you have been warned!

I like crazy though,

but this is depressing! 

"people don't like depressing stuff," like my mom says.

I don't think she has ever read any of my writing, she just knows me as a person.

"negative vibes surround me," she says and "people can sense that!"

LOL.

I guess she is right though, most people can't handle depressing shit

But I don't write for those folks. They can continue to watch their Hangover movies, or Fast and Furious or whatever the fuck they watch.

but I'm a bluesy person and feel the pain of LIFE, like a Charles Bukowski or a Johnny Cash.

it is what is, you hurt of course

and their are those out there who don't want to deal with pain or forget it.  Be happy or say a joke please!

I surely understand.

while I sit in a dark bar a lone nursing a drink watching the others, feeling my specific pain, while never understanding the Masses.

I'm a weirdo, I don't go out to have fun, whatever that is

Most won't understand this crazy, depressing, weird, serious shit I write.

a few will though,  and I write for them.

Not the mainstream folk.

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A Good Dude

Died and it hurt me bad

a good dude died, and it hurt more

than when my blood father passed away, who was not so good a lot of times

a good dude died man, I thought he

would live forever

homie was always in a good mood,

my step dad friend.

never heard him say a bad thing or do a bad thing to anyone

a good dude died and I wept,

i hear about people dying some times, people I know,

And

it has little effect on me usually, some of them were not very good

But damn, I will always see him doing yard work, to buy money for

weed, until I expire i guess, he smoked that shit a lot

a good dude died and it hurt me in worse way, didn't think it would

a good dude died and i could see the sadness in his friends eyes at the funeral

a good dude died and will be missed

and that's saying a lot.

Normal People

Normal people adapt


they learn to love the prison they are born into,
likes slaves on a plantation

normal people learn to love their school, neighborhood, family, job and hometown

normal people eventually learn to love all authority figures,

the jails and the correctional officers,

normal people learn to adapt and eventually love the environment they are born into

no matter how fucked up in maybe,
I always fight against it 

normal people love the garbage movies Hollywood puts out

normal people learn to love the bullshit that is on the radio stations

vomit

normal people buy into the advertising industry

normal people learn to like their jobs, or school no matter how dull they maybe

people can get used to anything man, people can get used to any fucking thing

I'm not normal, I can't stand the bright sunny day,

my darkness stands out and sucks you in like a cave,

I like an admire, the freaks, the weirdos, perverts and geniuses all of them fucking outsiders

on the margins of society

those people who hate the rush hours, and the holidays

I relate to their madness 

and unnormalness

The Blues

I was sitting at the bar

Feeling the blues after work

Everything hurting

Drinking my 64 0z pitcher

Of beer

And this kid begins to talk to me

About how drinking is killing my

Brain cells

And of course i have heard this

Shit all before

Yet i act dumb all the same

Like really?

I did not know that!!

I try not to think about

This, of course when I'm drinking

Wrong place wrong time

Well he's right!!

But he drinks a hell of alot

More than me

He takes shot after shot

Beer after beer

And blacks out

Almost every night

Yet I'm the fucked up one?

Crazy when you think about it

Yet the world tried to kill my

Body, which is I'm drinking in the first place

Well the world kills my body

And i kill my brain

guess

We are

both even

Rat Race

Competition is overwhelming,

it's too much,  all these people thriving

it's rush hour

it seems like rush hour all the time, man

you're in competition with them,

always, take your energy pills, get enough sleep

this world is a crazy and competitive place.

that's why all the athletes take the dope

the students cheat on the exams

TO GET AHEAD

all these crazy ambitious people around me

it wears you out,

I love seeing people in the slow lane of life,

Instead, I see

fighting for the parking space closest to the door of the local Walmart

ain't that crazy?

and they all want kids

to carry out some dumb tradition

to get an EDGE

taking steroids and lifting weights

always comparing themselves to some one's else success

it gets tiring tiring tiring tiring

the car, the job, the house, the clothes

keeping up with the Joneses, keeping up with Kardashians

it all gets very stale.

they keep their cliques, and systems and organizations locked into place

it's all very conservative:

which means for their children and grandchildren and friends

This is the sport that the Human Tribe plays

over and over and over

again

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