How Is Your Heart
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores I always had this certain contentment- I wouldn’t call it happiness- it was more of an inner balance that settled for whatever was occuring and it helped in the factories and when relationships went wrong with the girls. By Charles...
classic lupe verse
Or is it something they can never believe? Or is it something you can never achieve? Is it Beyond your means? Is it Inside your dreams? Can it Never come out cause it’s scared to Unprepared to Too worried about the words of the people it’s weird to You don’t want them to hear you...
her smile…
I need answers Where can I find them In your eyes You define them With your smile I see them Along with the mistakes I made. A daily reminder of something I lost The words at the tip of my tongue But I keep running Suffering out loud through these words but silently through this...
Oh Yes
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 [tweetmeme source= "dapper_debonair" only_single=false]
Consummation of Grief by Charles Bukowski
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water the fish cry and the water is their tears. I listen to the water on nights I drink away and the sadness becomes so great I hear it in my clock it becomes knobs upon...
Happy Birthday Pac
Come on come on I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself is life worth living should I blast myself? I’m tired of bein’ poor & even worse I’m black my stomach hurts so I’m lookin’ for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a negro pull the...
Telegram to Hip Hop
I’m fallin’ up flights of stairs Scrapin’ myself from the sidewalk Jumpin’ from rivers to bridges Drownin’ in pure air Hip hop is lyin’ on the side of the road Half dead to itself Blood scrawled over it’s mangled flesh like jazz Stuffed into an over sized record bag Tuba lips swollen beyond recognition Diamond-studded...
The Genius of the Crowd by Charles Bukowski
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day and the best at murder are those who preach against it and the best at hate are those who preach love and the best at war finally are those who preach peace those who...
wise words from…
You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. She’s not perfect – you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making...
Roll the Dice by Charles Bukowski
This is by far my favourite and the most inspiring piece of poetry of all time. You really have to want something bad for this to make sense. Enjoy! roll the dice if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way. this...
