Bluebird

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?

The Genius of the Crowd

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 Preach GOD NEED God Those Who Preach PEACE Do Not Have Peace. THOSE WHO PREACH LOVE DO NOT HAVE LOVE BEWARE THE PREACHERS Beware The Knowers.

Beware
Those Who
Are ALWAYS
READING
BOOKS

Beware Those Who Either Detest Poverty Or Are Proud Of It

BEWARE Those Quick To Praise For They Need PRAISE In Return

BEWARE Those Quick To Censure: They Are Afraid Of What They Do Not Know

Beware Those Who Seek Constant Crowds; They Are Nothing Alone

Beware
The Average Man
The Average Woman
BEWARE Their Love

Their Love Is Average; Seeks Average But the Is Genius In Their Hatred There Is Enough Genius In Their Hatred To Kill You, To Kill Anybody.

Not wanting Solitude Not Understanding Solitude They Will Attempt To Destroy Anything That Differs From Their Own

Not Being Able
To Create Art
They Will Not
Understand Art

They Will Consider Their Failure As Creators Only As A Failure Of The World

Not Being Able To Love Fully They Will BELIEVE Your Love Incomplere AND THEN THEY WILL HATE YOU

And Their Hatred Will Be Perfect Like A Shining Diamond Like A Knife Like A Mountain LIKE A TIGER LIKE Hemlock

Their Finest 

ART

 The Laughing Heart

your life is your life

don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.

be on the watch.

there are ways out.

there is a light somewhere.

it may not be much light but

it beats the darkness.

be on the watch.

the gods will offer you chances.

know them.

take them.

you can’t beat death but

you can beat death in life, sometimes.

and the more often you learn to do it,

the more light there will be.

your life is your life.

know it while you have it.

you are marvelous

the gods wait to delight

in you.

Charles Bukowski