| QuantumUniversal |
[Feb. 4th, 2010|01:23 pm] |
QuantumUniversal
QuantumUniversal
The quantum foam is sticky, like taffy. My mind pulls on it and every strand of gooey color brings to me the sweet essence of you from all the universes. This is Doctor Bucks theory of the QuantumUniversal. The QuantumUniversal(Tm)(R) theory simply stated is this : Time Travel to the future is impossible so to the past times we must go. This is DR. Bucks assistant DR. Hice : We sent a chicken back to 1932 in our time travel machine it was unable to lay eggs when we actually retrieved it it was trying to peck itself to death we think the brain is affected and we are searching for a volunteer a human to send back in time again. We need a volunteer from among all the facebook contestants we will have to choose among teh reluctants. JB has chosen to remain annonamouse but has agreed to be our guinea piggy. He wants to go back to 1963 to eat some of the pie he forgot that day on his MOthers window still sitting there hot and smothered with love. It was Apple flavored fig newton pie. Oh Yuckk. Some mothers fill pies with strang things but always add love. We hesitated only once then hit the switch that sent him back to his mothers kitchen in 1965. What. No Doctors is not perfect and we overshot the time by two years the pie was gone his MOther had none. SHe looked carefully at John and said My SOn how you have grown where did you learn to shave facebook mabe oh that bad facebook place. He was overheard to exclaim as he took our sled back to flight Oh my Mother eye love you eye do but the quantum foam is sticky like taffy, my mind pulls on it; and every strand of gooey color brings to me the sweet essence of you from all the universes. You were always a good poet she smiled down at John Burroughs who frowned back at the Doctors Hice and Time Buck. The QuantumUniversal Theory has worked go now to facebook and look how Jesus Crisis turned out.
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| WORKINGPOET |
[Jan. 20th, 2010|01:27 pm] |
WORKINGPOET
WORKING POET
Clowns frown at paychecks go down to the unemployment lined up for smiles they preach good looks hidden by made up. At the Coffee Shop the POET is hidden in the corner hoping no one notices him the gangers did not stop to visit him because the kind policeman stopped for a cup of joe was a close call. Four lines of prose make waveing graines of love for all the readers that eye have love clownes. This has all happened as de je vue before. The woman at the Trolley Stopped asked me where eye work. I told her three times I work for myself she said WHAT? I said I work for GOD she said WHAT? I said I am a writer I write poems I wrote PROSE Poems she said WHAT? and then she said BUT sir where do you WORK? I said I work at the coffee shoppe I work at Durango Joes. OH she said YOU WORK THERE! non I write mye prose there in the corner table. On mye THREE MILLION DOLLAR DELL LAPTOP COMPUTOR. She is satisfied I get a working collar stiffed but not understanding what the self implyed meant. Off she went to wherever it is that she sits and watches television all the soap operatic hope the most uninteresting dope they ever formed to give to eye. Eye love to ask an older woman what she gets out of watching her soap operas she is quick to tell me she loves the action sequences the cousins kissing the drama unfolding her sheets to rub out them blisters. Cartoons maight be better. Dominoes played at the corner Liquor Mart the Blind man wins every line he slaps them braille dots down. Shooting pool later they have to modify the rules for he cant see the colors or numbers they form the only Blind Game of Eight ball in existance. He is allowed to shoot until he misses. Iff he makes the eight ball even once he loses. He begs them to go back to the Dominoes Game at least he wins it. He drinks the red not the port or the white when the store is out he makes them go across town buss to the only other county line. They call him joeseph in a guttural snarl they all have the time to drink up his wine he shares it with all he knoes all his friends can astound you with what they are wearing when asked he can laugh and say he can tell by his acute sense of smell. Obstinate JOhn has a problem but he is the only one asks how can you smell A gray hat? no one answers him joeseph frowns and turns his head and takes another drink and then he answers him. Softly. You wore that hat eye was at your wedding you wear it every time you come to visit drinking you wear it to the fishing whole towns and villages admire that hat. And then he smiled. As JOhn shut up as JOhn frowns down remembering his wife he smiles and loves this clown this joeseph man.
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| Babe Lincoln |
[Jan. 17th, 2010|11:13 am] |
Babe Lincoln Babe Lincoln
Part One
The New York Metro Ball Park was standing room only SRO. They did not putt up the house lights or the stadium seats because frankly they thought no one came or cared and that no one was interested any more in baseball games. As they turned up the lights they saw over 40,003 screaming fans had come to watch this game to cheer the newest flame Babe Lincoln. He walked up to the plate he carried a large log that looked like Alley Opps club all the Met players laughed and called it the Lincoln Logg. He never missed a homer once and so they called him Babe. I never saw him fail to connect with a thrown pitched from the mound to plate. He hammered them over the Central Field fence and always walked home to the plate. The catcher for the Cardinals or whoever the Mets were playing that day took out his whisk dusted off the plate stepped back in a hurry for Lincoln came stepping like a stone his left foot limping home and always said "Way to go, Babe." He had found a loophole in the baseball handbook rulebook that said Lefty handicapped players can use OverSized Batts and choke up on them to get there stance. ??? OH, it was dated 1874 your Copy of teh Rule Book does not go back that far too western years ago. He developed his wrists to gain strength by backpacking in the Snow of Colorado. Its the law there where people must survive there. I knoe you still do not believe me, so go down to the bullpin on SUNDAY to the Stadium on any given hour find him there working out by dragging backpacks full of stone around the field of the NewYorkMets are there for they still practice ball they have to get the runs the other runs needed to win the game for Babe Lincoln and his Logg. He points at Central Field and grabs the Lincoln Logg just on the end then swings an easy always long drive fly ball. He can grab the Logg there on the end for now his wrists are strong enought to hammer homers straightaway over that fenced in area for safetys sake no one is allowed to stand there. He hits the pitch thats thrown no matter how the pitcher varies they have tried them all no curve is two contrary for the Lincoln Logg. No ball or strike is ever thrown, for Babe Lincoln hits them slams them home. We had to do something to help the METS in the Shadow of New York them Yankees always got the fans; before Babe Lincoln got his Logg.
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| Calliope |
[Jan. 15th, 2010|12:47 pm] |
Calliope
Calliope
Red and white checkered table clothes each table set with candleabras like abra cadabra all in rows all in the throws of aisles of gay paryee lovers in this night. Each Calliope table has a linen nappy stainless ware of chinese docent plate and glass is usually the tumbler acrobatic baskets full of bread some of the richer near the rear are full of cheeses. Squared Red and White Calliope Wine decantered near the entree SCORED the total BILL $$$ ??? Signatory taken !!! ; the Chef de Matre d is shaken. He amuses all his staffed as he shakes his sad and says I do not recognize that MAN. Again, the coat is familiar, ah, but the hair they all wear it that way is fashionable, but not quite long enought to be Italian, he looks American, but how, but how does he knoe how to SIGN for his bill, non, LET HIM GO! It just has to be okay, thats all. Avec, tres bon, Merci. Then the musick was played free, nongratis, as well as all the food consumed by Calliope for the ladies smile was plenty amours in French or Spanish it is all the same to them at Calliope love is just religion. Chit has already been accepted chit is taken. Bon Mot. Bon Appetite.Calliope
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| NeverSeed |
[Jan. 12th, 2010|01:57 pm] |
NeverSeed
NeverSeed
Sound off
I never seen an apple seed! Could be a lie iff taken as a statesmeant meant to mean just what it says to eye. I never seen an apple seed? As iff the apple was walking round planting seed? Oh! I never seen an apple seed! Never seen the inside of the apple cored or halved with seed of plenty? Wait! of course eye did. Trees within itself at least most apples seen have six or seven seed. Trees pop up when apple walks round! AGround but NeverSeed the seed makes trees not apples neverseed. Sound off. Music shared a song is performed it is recorded played replayed accorded instruments. It is the broadband song it is mine by default. It becomes our song by living it; sharing the broadband song; Sound off. The distant thunder: the muffled shout. Becomes the bass and treble pipsicotto even out. A taller person a shorter one will equal out both laying down together man and wife. NeverSeed Sound off.
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| DearDiaryToo |
[Jan. 8th, 2010|02:28 pm] |
DearDiaryToo
DearDiaryToo
I light candles I cross sticks outside mye new doorway to the tent its warmer now at night butt dark. I try not to feel anything at all I want to survive I need to LIVE I am no good to anyone unless I can live and survive. Depression is held in abeyance. Inn a bubble of survival A tent in the wilderness. I dare not think of her at all. Or I will cry. Or I will miss her too many. I could even die uncertain of mye future now. I do one more day of mye time. It is torture. Passing the time dressing undressing dressing boots pulled them on then pulled them off again. Inn a strang paroday of humane life. Les Misery, cutt off from online systematic memories I find nothing butt a mechanical RObotic function. I dare not drink the water here or anything but coffee when I go into the town I drink Coffee found around when home; I drink carbonated water in those plastic 2 Liter Bottles. I function often on a Primative level I SUFFER like the GOD before me this Jesus whom I study. He watches over me with ANgel wings and SWords drawn this way and that way against mye enemy the dark night out there in the snow outside mye tent it lurks it waits it anticipates. Jesus keeps it all intact for me in the day while I am gone disecting a Town for food and clothing to bring back to mye shelter my self-imposed Prism cell of bizzaro life. As I contemplate the explainnation of mye life story as I write. And so I write. DearDiaryToo.
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| Writers Bloc |
[Jan. 7th, 2010|03:43 pm] |
Writers Bloc Writers Bloc
To pen a requisite best seller. A book of 5000 items. Alphabetically enumerated Chapter and Line each Rhyme exquisitly enhanced a TickerTape parade the key to the BIG Applette a spot segment on television next, the Royalties paying for the three car garage and house in Beverly. Hills melting into Dales and RIlles into The Big Valley. The Picket Line Fence was just unwashed logs stacked up then down in a COnfederate hilarity. Men exposed to Muskett fire and no retreat a fight to the death the Gray line mostly homespun uniforms just slacks and shirts some short jackets many men were hatless. Anger rules a Battleground fear of death and Anger rules a Battle. My shin splintered I twisted my leg and stood swinging my Muskett like a BillyClub made of Iron and Wood. The line kept advancing. I could see now that there was no way out. I swung the Muzzle of mye Muskett UP underneathe mye chin. Reached down and pulled and calmly blew mye Brains out. No YellowBelly Yankee was gonna RUIN me. I gave a Rebel Yell. I fell. The Battle Markers placed the crosses one for PFC Darkstone at the battle of Shiloh near the old Pickett fenced. It just says a Confederate Soldier died here in battle. The battle of Shiloh was mostly Union Forces under General Sheriden. General Philip H. Sheridan was one of the Union's most celebrated commanders. He was a cavalry officer, and perhaps more than any other Union Officer, he fought like a confederate. It was the Cival War. The year was 186(?) "War is Death" said Sheriden to the Darkstone Confederate as they buried him. You may be thinking of another General a differant General Statesman. Perhaps a similar General Statement. Try General Sherman who may have said War is a General. CLose so close but a little off can you remember what he really said Gentile Reader You. Writers Bloc.
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| WordPlayThrice |
[Dec. 18th, 2009|10:41 am] |
WordPlayThrice
WordPlayThrice
handwritten for facebook (smile) thrice
I can talk Succintly about knowledgeable subjects OR degenerate into a lot of garbage OR even snort some lies. Write the truth make up a fable or fabricate a title. Work a headline onto the text trash some pages out flip BLogger over. RHyme with OPine generate grounds up with agg shelled nuts peas in pods full of songs of CHristmas will be cold Toasting wicked wax filled glass not glasses. Glasses is plural. Plural for two eye one glass eye say it is a cup OR sauce OR beverage holder dry. Dry without a lid made entirely up of round walls bottom side up make that bottom side down mabe standing up at attendant span wait stop that make that Attention Span MARTHA attendant span makes little hairs stand up all over me Attention span is a better play on words. WOrds into poem poem into picture picture into note. Word play once. Word play twice. Word play Thrice. Handwritten for facebook bye CharlaX Thrice. ed.note.ed SUccintly is INN the notebook I used WORD DOCUMENT to spell check it only proves it. What eye been saying all along CharlaX is a genious.
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| FalseArressttTwo |
[Dec. 17th, 2009|10:47 am] |
FalseArressttTwo FalseArressttTwo
The man dropped his keys it was so bizarely cold. He had tried to clip them on his belt but missed and did not know them keys were gone. His car flashing lights at noone he supposed. He held up the Crowbar stiffly in thin leather gloving not meant for the Subzero weather that we all get in Colorado. He attacked the ICE that was building around his Storefronted back door. His car stopped flashing the lights missing him HE turned to see what was wrong in time to see three punks had found the KEYS just laying there were three of them now Joyriding away all his life was in that Car HE screamed and someone came too late too stop the car berserk away. GONE. MY CAR IS GONE? the policeman was nice but the man wept tears of stone turning water into ice as they fell upon his doorway. You are under arresstt when the policeman saw the Crowbar and what he was doing to the ice looked like Illegal entry. Visit day is Tuesday.
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| ProffPudding |
[Dec. 16th, 2009|11:00 am] |
ProffPudding ProffPudding
I still laugh over the email i got oncet that said "We here at (companynamme) do not think that YOU there are a real person." And eye am NOT quoting.
What iff Jesus Christ had Gmail and Yahoo. JesusChrist@yahoo.com JesusChristtheSpirit@gmail.com Iff all else fails type GOD in google search box. Unfortunately, we just don't have the time or resources to continue with Dear God - so we have decided to sell it. Interested in continuing ‘Dear God', please contact bill@thecoolhunter.net
(update - Dear God has been sold and has landed in the right hands - will be back in Dec) SO PLEASE do not email bill. http://www.intimacywithgod.com/ behold the lamb of god on page 13 of google search i finally found a mention of Jesus Christ. "I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things." - Paul (Philippians 3:8) the musick is great here at this website in brazil. I remember that the Bible says Paul fell of his high horsey. This is for Daniel Crocker my good friend on facebook this is what he gets for asking for proof positive. Merry CHristmas Jesus. et tu all of you. This is ProffPudding.
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| POEMPOETRYPOETICALPOET |
[Dec. 15th, 2009|12:06 pm] |
POEMPOETRYPOETICALPOET POEMPOETRYPOETICALPOET
The title is a mere representation of this poem a reflection of the authors brain not to be mistaken as actual contented words. Milkknots. For poems. Poems of poetry are not political but poetical as is the poet. AS IS THIS POET. I could not care less about politicks as a general public user of this internetted web. Mess. Eggs plus potatoes is the best. Stay with me I leave on a tanget. Food for thoughts. I will trade you a Promised airy note Next Tuesday for a WHimpy Burger today. A can of Popeye Spinacher is just substance in decay. I need some money for a candle to light mye whey. Triple play. CharlaXPauper : I spend money other people give me like water it is in mye hand and gone at the almost same instant of time. CharlaXWinterWise : I Keep some money back but use the stuff I have in an effort to survive the Winter coming longer than I like to keep it. CharlaXMiser : I keep some money longer than I need it I wish I could do just do what Jesus teaches. Over all the poet is unhappy with his own demise. Born once it did not take the first time. Born again. Thats Born twice. Religion. Being born this third time in snow and ice is nice I guess this proves GOD in JESUS loves me twice and with this Spirit makes it three times. Love is nice on ice. A play on words now frozen in mye time. POEMPOETRYPOETICALPOET
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| http://charlax-morep.blogspot.com/2009/12/lawyore.html |
[Dec. 14th, 2009|09:51 am] |
Monday, December 14, 2009
LaWYore
LaWYore
WHen I was a young boy standing to my daddies knee in four feet of snow today papa said son the mans gonna get you dont let him do what he did to me. We had a Sherriff for Thirty years at the Courthouse he punished us for drinking and anyother thing we done wrong. It was the Law. WHen I was clearly in the wrong and making my early young mistaken identity crisis I visited the big City only to spend lots of days in City Jail for nothing ever happened bad. MOstly for the drinking. Now that I have sober and even I do not smoke any kind of cigarette or thin cigarro I find that I stay out of Jail more often. The EntireState Office is near my shelter. I am not scared they are there to help me in the event of catastrophic apostrophe usage is not recommended. I seldom use punctuation in a bizarre emulation of eecummings. I simply do not break the law ON PURPOSE. I have a place to stay I have permission from the Owner to be on the property. His workers have retired for warmer climes which thing does not worry me as I climb to home I seem to be in Charge of Property. Sometimes people come but seldom wander around in four feet of snowing area. They feet will freeze iff they follow my tracks before they reach me iff they are in a vehicular mode they better function in the outer lane. Away from me. I am in Hybernation mode. I seldom sleep but dress real cool and look real dumb. It is only Winter come. You should see me smiling as eye type this LaWYore. Jesus CHrist is now mye mouthpiece. I am reformer.
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| Snowfeeted |
[Dec. 13th, 2009|02:55 pm] |
Snowfeeted Snowfeeted
Walking in mye sleep. Two left feet. Android is functioning. I grabbed mye boots in the dark because the matches ran out NO candle will stay lighted eye think its the atmosphere outside the snow is actually melting and filling up the tarp in front of the door with water it dumped I had to sop a puddle up to start mye day on Sunday. And I fixed mye left boot all the way up complete to start out the door and grabbed the left boot to put on my right foot this is what can happen to someone when they get old and winded up. I calmly cursed that blue streak words I never even said before. The inside of the rubber sweats so I started with a leather moccosin with socks on feet inside the pad is dry I added a woolie sock over all of that and placed it in the rubber on a pad I think I barley can tie the over thing from ski pants on. Then I redid it all over. Now I can stand in the snow and wave my middle finger at the cars that never stopped. Its snowing I found an old Umbrella with only TWO tines broken its a LIFESAVER as they say. AHHA. I point the broken tines like a bizarre antennae at the cars and walk up Hills not meant for mortals in decay. I feel like Bizarro Superman I stopped wearing that red thing like a cape. I was starting to think about flying. It would not be a good idea in this snow building up on mye roof at home is not a problem it will keep the old stuff from melting untill I can pad the sides to keep my sleeping bags dry when EYE am gone from home to talk to ewe. Read this poem please dont cry just try to visualize this is how much I really love you.
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| Myeloveforewe |
[Dec. 11th, 2009|01:12 pm] |
Myeloveforewe
Myeloveforewe
My love for ewe is so great,
it overcomes the sad I get when your away
my heart melts for it 'til the dusk of day.
I arise amidst the snow flies;
The night loves when it's away,
my home is burried like a burroughs, John
poor, homey 'til day's dawn.
I play as long as I can stay inside
Its beauty is great,
no one can see me at all
Wondering mind 'til it sees,
I must get dressed to walk in the snow
homing is all I do,
writing my poems
While waiting for the moment, for it to say "I do."
My love for ewe
My love for ewe
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| SOngFesteyeville |
[Nov. 9th, 2009|09:12 am] |
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SOngFesteyeville SOngFesteyeville
There is a house in New Orleans
When i was 15 years old i could play the organ solo
They call the Rising Sun
we did not knoe what a whore house was
back then we were too young
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
i had a farfisa organ once they repossesed it
cause i could not make the payments
And God I know I'm one
the only one the tailors son
My mother was a tailor
momma had a Singer sewing Machine
i drove her crazy and made her too nervous
every time she used it
She sewed my new bluejeans
yeah yeah yeah
My father was a gamblin' man
actually he was so tight he dropped a quarter once
and stepped on my little hand when i tried to pick it up
Down in New Orleans
I went there BEFORE the HUrricane and once after
I saw the damaged houses
Now the only thing a gambler needs
besides a bottle of drunk
Is a suitcase and trunk
we carryed the arkansas back packs
And the only time he's satisfied
satiaeted and full of hot dogs
Is when he's on a drunk
many people even the young boys
drank too much way back then
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Oh mother tell your children
this still applies today
Not to do what I have done
may GOd FOrbid them
Spend your lives in sin and misery
when I was old enought
i had plenty girlfriends
In the House of the Rising Sun
i always thought it was Japenese
Well, I got one foot on the platform
i walked down highway 95 in the pouring rain
The other foot on the train
always i was alone with my thoughts
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
someday
To wear that ball and chain
when monkeys fly
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
the NEW NEW Orleans after the clean up
They call the Rising Sun
im sure there is one there now
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
most definitely
And God I know I'm one
the only one the tailors son.
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| WinterBane |
[Nov. 6th, 2009|11:33 am] |
WinterBane WinterBane
Soltive pre ordained priest warlike additives initially a Jesus Freak becoming cold hearted in the winter. Bane has come with hatred of simple minded people. Sexual orientation is nill. Macabration indentation on the quilt. A welcome matt with a towel for spills. I have a small fortune tied. Up is not an option now. There is only snow up there eventually. The water line is nearer the river then the streaming stream of water near me on the highway catching all the melting riverlets as they run away from home in WinterBane. Some men still have strength but they abuse it think to break down boarded ruins tearing down old barns and cornors of old abandoned houses where homeless and poor people might find shelter from the rain. Where will they find to dwell. Because of wealth they have a large area to heat in WinterBane they have a larger of a structure the more expensive in the WinterBane with sleet coming down in Sheets of Ice looked like a solid wall of water hitting me Frost icing clothing no thing was DRY ice all over me a few moments after I stepped toe out of sheltor walking on the SIDE of the road cant walk on the roadway slipping on the ICE stepped offroad walking in the treelined. I found what looked like a Najavo Hogan brogaded outside there was clothes hannging on branches a Babylon Garden in the snow. While the whole city was whited out at degrees zero. The goose has a liver. Oh Pâté the liver rules the Goose is cooked with too many alcholic incumbents while the minutes of the meeting Read all old activity reported long ago nothing is new under the sun. Nothing there is nothing is there nothing in my past has preparred me for my future education has failed me for the alcholic eye was ruined for functioning in SOciety degenerate reborne. Nothing smelles worse to a man then sex mixed up with tobacco and alchohol how can anyone live as porn objects and still survive the toll booth smells like whiskey before three pee em it takes the heart to control it takes the lust to want. I feared to die for I was sinnor I feared one day to lay underneathe the snow ensheathed but then one day has come to eye EYE Fear No Snow EYE Fear No Snow I am a man. The snow no longer bothers me. I am beneath it all, My soul is not inside of me. It leaves me when I fall. As I lay here silently,wating for the trumpet, It will blow!
I do not any longer fear the snow.
Copyright © 2006 charles hice
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| WallFloweRLoveR |
[Nov. 4th, 2009|12:29 pm] |
WallFloweRLoveR WallFloweRLoveR
Give to me mye Wallflower girl. She was walking with her friend upon the Pathway Scorned the boys see only those receptively who have beauty of the momentary it takes a man to see a heart apart. Give to me mye loveR who sees me secretley kisses me who kisses me secretely she loves me in her heart. Give to me mye lady Married with a child a VIrgin in her heart she comes to me her Cupid after dark. Give to me the Stay at Home the FLowerAllAlone she does not dance. Her dance card it hangs on the RIbbon of the Bow no nammes listed as her eyes slightly off center focus on the unknown loveR her heart is smoldering her hair is aging gracefully now some GRAY some Brown. Give to me mye Wallflower kept in love her loveR far from home How bright his eyes when thinking of his loveR all his focus on these words of prose she his Rose yay nay more like a Violet all purple prose. Give to me mye one chance at life that I have left the moment that we met the Certain Confusion that signals hearts on fire with love. GOD has placed us aparte at such a distance to keep us from eating each other alive comsuming one another with our love. Give to me mye WallFloweRLoveR scented with lavendor amidst powdored hope. Give to me my Wallflower the one they call the Dancor. Give to me a NativeBorn a Nationality of NobleClan an Indian iff only Blood. Give to m e a Slightly Swaying Tall Tree holding hands then kissing them in Love. Give to me a Purple Power meditating channting making Poetry all her own reflection of a Woman Loved. Give to me a Wallflower Grown up and Dancing life to help her family to live; one more day at one more time. Give to me the Wallflower GIrl the Dancer the Worker the WallFLoweRLoveR. For VIolet Flower Parme.
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| ed,note.ed this just FLASHED inn |
[Nov. 4th, 2009|12:26 pm] |
Secret
Secret
Its a Secret but strained beyond understanding she is keeping me too far a distance in time. Limits of patience has worn out thin dime holes in shoe leather cigar butts in coffee stubbed whiskey added to my cokes by accident I am living as a Secret Fly. Outside in the cold distance the wind begins to howl wait this sounds like a song lyrices. You cannot reason with an animal you must simply tell it the way it is and MAKE him understand it because he has no understanding in his brain of law or other peoples rights. NO matter how difficult it may seem at first they do respond to fear. Every day into the winter adds peril for the house becomes god shelter must be there from the elements but is this no differant now from an animas burrow. I killed several differant people not with guns or knives but with my nasty oily tounged arrogaunt words a Soldier yes he is in the fields killing fences with Swords while a Poet CharlAX fends with Words meant too Offend none but only Heirarchy at the IvorY in the TOwers of Babble On. Its a sorry Bloddy Secret.
ed,note.ed this just FLASHED inn
I was just sitting here minding
when the Lieberrian asked me
iff I needed anything
i said YES i need my YAHOO TOOLBAR
i need DOWNLOADS
she blanched and hurried away
but not before she said
you are not on a PC ???
you are in a PUBLIC PLACE
and I said
You are wrong to do this
you should not do this
and she was SCURRYING
to get away from me
iff she did NOT want my OPINION
then she should not have asked me
I hope im not in any real trouble
im smiling too
<3
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| FaultyTowersRivited |
[Oct. 29th, 2009|09:45 am] |
FaultyTowersRivited FaultyTowersRivited
Perhaps losing my notes will make this a better poem perhaps losing my notes will make me a better poet person. The Moose Head was on the wall behind the Actor posing as the Motel Deskman ? the Bellhopped. The STanding up behind the counter guy they drove him Crazy perhaps it was the Mooses Glass eye. He grabbed the loaded Shotgun and sent the Head of Moose to flying off the wall. OFF THE WALL. Humor. MOnty PYthon. The mans namme or at least the namme of the group sex he was from. CharlaX has a new snow suit on. He turned inn. When I got home I have to bend in an awkward s position much like the womb to slide in crokked to lay straight bed is warm. Boots come off new suit is added the last layers for the outside wait until the daylight. I awake not sure if it is lightening. The suspense was riviting. The arms and legs of the hunting suit defied me they spindled out causeing me no injury but taking my hurry away I can only IMagine the Moose Head with that Glass eye staring hard at me to make a man take matters into his own hands no I did not do this today not yet I just did not have the time. When I got dressed I went outside. This is a favorite theme of mine and now to the clincher. I had a similar Moose Head Rivited above the bed at home so long ago but not so hard to at least remember the day I had enought of Moose and being a young boy with out a shot gun I simply used a Baseball Batt and knocked his Moose Head flat to the floor. What funn. The thing was not anything butt what it appeared to be a dead thing with a glass eye was happy when they retired the Moose Head to the closet florr iff I was able a man then back in the day I would have gone in there with a Rivit gun and shot that poor Moose in the head riviting him to the floor a poster is what a boy needs not an actual image there. I slept better with Farrow Faucet there on the wall of Faulty Towers rivited.
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