DAY

for John Jesus 

HOW do you knoe what day it is ? there was no answer. I tapped the wall again with my plasticup. This time it came back three taps. HOW do you mark time ? There was this long pause I almost missed his hurried "wwwith a pencil; on the wallll" I smiled no need now for taps at all , I tried to make it louder in the wall. HOW DO YOU KNOE what day it is ? This time I heard him quite easily. NO need to yell HE said I was only just whispering. Keep your voice DOWN the guards would punish you for talking to me. I am ready now said HE. I smiled. WHY, its Saturday. HE said its also now the 24th of Feburary putting that extrra r in it like most inmates do. I missed Valentines day there was no one in here to tap on the wall and to talk. Thank you for bringing me up. TO date. Its marked now on the wall. I will leave here next Tuesday 27th after all its only thirty days in the hole. WHy are you in this place I mean why were you arresstted you are doing time like a felony person ? You are green HE said they call it a Felon. I spit on the sidewalk near a Copper Patrolman he stepped he slapped his cuffed on me hurt my ear bad. I get no blanket on the bed the coffee cold one cutt of meat so old on bread. Oh is that all you did ? At least the Killing is over I got the last one of them the last Saturday that I was still free. I almost hit his girl but she screamed and HE came running quick and I Zapped him with my ZIP gun. DAY, HE said. Whats that ? I almost whispered it. Your namme is DAY, in stir. I made a mark on the wall where i had started my calendar with a pencil there. Saturday with a slash 24. I added FEB above it. Whats YOUR namme ? In stir ? It came back fast; Im ZIP. Its easy to get one bullit on the street to make a gun with a pipe and a twist it. How many are dead ? Three. HE sighed. There was three. What did they do to YOU ? I was almost crying now. They killed my Mother they put her to sleep like a dog. I said ZIP. HE said DAY. I paused long and I thought hardly at all. GOOD for you, was all I cuold say.

TheDRUMMER

"HE is a DRUMMER,". The younger snikered. The Elder snorted, the girl tittered not "tee hee" but "titter" it sounds like a light flicker. The SandyMan said it again. "HE is a DRUMMER," this time he pointed at a man carrying a Guitar case slung on his back walking tword them with a long Western coat he was tuning that thing while he walked. His GUitar was a six string not his coat it had more then six buttons up. The younger said "its a guitar not a drum." The Hat was what looked like a wide Western Brim but it was black not leather or felt the color of the coat it matched the GUitar case as well. The Hat was like a Nickle Hat Flat on top like his Guitar was on his head pulled back to allow him to see what his hands was doing to them strings. As he walked and tuned he was humming. HE did three things as one thing he did three things all at once his case lay there open a $2.00 bill inside winking and asking for friends the chords sounding like rain; falling away as his VOice changed to a deep nasal twang he began to improvise, now the Hat was pulled forward to Masquarade his eyes as he sang : SUng to the Tune.

I saw a house boarded up

windows crack broken up

boarded up Sailors sing

Aye Dee Aye Day Aye Die

I saw a City hoarded up

City Crack broken up

boarded up Singers Sing

Aye Dee Aye Day Aye Die

Where were the men

Where were the men

Where were the men

HE was openly weeping as his voice trailed off then he tried again

When the looters and rapists

came to kill the survivors

of the storm when Katrina

killed the City of New Orleans

where were the men

where were the men

where were the men

Aye Dee Aye Day Aye Die

The SandyMan dropped into the case a Five $ bill, the Elder a TEN, the Girl a Friend for that $2 bill. The younger flipped in a nickel then checked it after it flipped inside to make sure it was not a slug then they left all satisified they had helped that Drummer survive. HE kept playing all night as it was not raining till the cold forced him off that sidewalk downtown to the inside. The wind blows downtown Main Street listen CLOSE. Can you hear :"wherewerethemen" inside the wind? TheDRUMMER.

 

 

 

 

DearJimFromJanet

Dear JIM: I do not make much money at the BAR and Grille on tips. Most of the other girls get a lot more money I think they must be turning tricks. And my tattoe shows a lot of men dont really like them. In between work and home I meet a man COULD be my husband soon. HE is a Greek Typhoon like the Island. One of those rich men with a boat tied up. He climbs inside the flaps and hides there I dont think he pays the parking lot attendent will tow it off iff he is not carefully there. He is drunk all the time but he has never hit me IM a lady but he does abuse his poor little boy poor little fellow gets no candy and has two black eyes on one side JIM do you understand me this is JANET. Like the one he had before healed up and he got it again all over the top. What a sad man he turned out to be. WHO? The Greek not his son you can see his love at least he is too small to understand what they done. JIM I am sorry that I ever left you.

FourtTteenLayers

Fourteen Layers of Light. All white variance of bright. Some dim some shiney but all of them were white. Ivory

Porcelain Parrifin Sugar Cloudy Linen Horseywhite. Bright to Brighter in mye night. No color in THIS rainbow White Snow Paper Salt Dogwood Flower Whitewash Paint DogRunt, Ghost. Fourteen layers of White on white no offwhite yellowish flower petaling. The combination of the layers sum total of mye fears. The sin that Jesus called it Crimson Red shall soon be White again. White as white as Snow on a Dogwood fenced with paper, sugar, salt filled clouds of linen billowing ivory like the keys of Parrifin waxing near a porcelain base. Riding a White Horse saving Runt Dogs. Jesus Comes. In fourteen layers of light tonight. A GHost. FourtTteenLayers.

ParodayonTurkeyDay

There is very little confirmed information available on the life of William Shakespeare. Shakespeare researchers have inferred, with the help of some small obscure little evidence, that Shakespeare was provided basic education at the town's grammar school. SNicker. However, researchers have also concluded that Shakespeare never attended any university or institution of higher learning. YAYness. This lack of formal advanced education did not deter William Shakespeare from establishing himself as the world's greatest playwright. There is beauty in Shakespeare's language. A Paroday of CXVI

Let me not to the marriage feast leave a morsel of Turkey upon them bones of true minds. Admit to no lies or impediments. Love is not love
Which alters potatoes to reassemble meat or when it alteration finds to eat,
Or bends with the remover to remove them bones from meat:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark of the beast,
That looks on plates at feasts and is never shaken;
It is the wishbone to every wandering bark,
Whose amount of intake is unknown, although his gross be taken thus. Love’s not a Turkeys fool, though rosy lips and cheeks behind the table push away
Within his bending elbows compass come;
Love alters not within his briefs later amid the leeks,
But waits it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error twas potatoes and neer was it eer meat, and upon me proff,
I never writ this Turkey Paroday, nor no man ever lov’d his meat.

William Thanksgiving.

 

TIME

YESterday is GOD was there IS there now The Holy Spirit is a TIME travellor. There was sins mistakes horrible machinations bad food and poor relations. Thank GOD its over now while GOD is there he fixes it. TOday is GOD is there The Father moves TOday He fixes all we say and do removes it iff he haves too. Faith means more to him then sight is just plain wrong sometimes. TOday has GOD The Father and the Holy SPirit moving deep within it. TOmorrow has arrived for GOD is there before it comes to eye the SON his namme is Jesus CHrist the one from Nazereth suffice the day was bad we boned it up we made him GLAD we called on him to fix it up now its over for the Father GOD the Holy SPirit and the SON has one more tomorrow only iff we are lucky enought just to find it. TIME

LegalInsanity

 

My love for Some people is so great, I can legally talk to myself because i have Two facebook profiles. Charles and CharlaX. What fun. My heart melts for eat 'til the dusk of day. Now I am not worried any longer at my own insanity is seemingly okay. Some people simply eat too much they complain of tummy aches and such when they consumed a whole half pizza left the crust in the effort to feed the family ties. The night too when eat's away, pizza, food 'til day's dawn. I grabbed the box looked down and frowned went to the dumpster behind the pizza hut and got a better deal. Eat beauty is great,
Wondering mind 'til eat sees, search is all I do,
While waiting for the moment, for eat to say "I do."

Choose LegalInsanity

Crappie

They want the computor to be a blank screen with no one sitting here its what they are after its what Security is for they intend to achieve it one updated at a time. The worst is the error messages we get all the time on every thing we try to do. Internal Server Error

The server encountered an internal error or misconfiguration and was unable to complete your request. Please contact the server administrator, web@youtube.com and inform them of the time the error occurred, and anything you might have done that may have caused the error. I left the notebook at home i returned to see iff the candle was snuffed out but i forgot the notebook anyway there was nothing written in it anyway i touched the candle with my little hand to see iff i remembered to turn off the light and yes the blakened finger is proff that i can stay there one more night i left a crappie near the place i park my bike. WHat a poem WHY me WORRY? CharlAXNewman the A is for ALfred. News at Eleven on the SUNDAY November 29. One out no one is on base the babe is up to batt a SWING and a miss its a STRIKE one. See you all again after Thanksgiving than.

Additonally

Additionally

The number of students times the number of users times the actuall need plus the minuses allowed to make it even out. Take the total number of enrolled. START with that number before you add the minuses. SUbtract only when absolute. Keep at least half the starting numbers at all times. Make new buildings to house the computors call it Art One Art Two who uses them Poets writers Public Users. Create the need for the computors to actually work. Add Download capabilites. Add Active X for pictures. Add a BOx that says simply HELP. WHen we go there help us. NUmbering the people will not help unless you want to actually make ONE available for ONE. YOu cannot make a room with only twenty five computors for 564,766 total enrollment. 232,433 totall computors 121,222 in each building make lots of ells and floors with walking ramps and scores of bathrooms it gets cold. Remove Three of them for the few nerds that will not use them. That leaves room for MORE Public users. Additionally.

STORMY, DEAD

 

WAVES ROUGHLY VIEW A DEAD, MISTY WIND.

This wave hath eye the wind a deadened mist.
DEATH, DESOLATION, AND LIFE.

The first two waves are rough the last of all the life is hardest wave of all.
WHERE IS THE BIG SUN?

Beyond the wave the sky behind the cloud the sun.
THE SAILOR WAVES LIKE A RAINY REEF

alack alas poor human eats the sea.

He filled something with too much water

ah ah ah

it was his nose. What briney grief the Sailor in his wave becomes the rainey reef now

Stormy, Dead, deposed.

 

ed,note.ed I used a random poem generator for every other line of this prose? Notice the ending is mine. Dark poem a departure for CharlAX which fits his lack of interest for them all.

JesusCHristTthePoem

JesusCHristTthePoem
Once saved always saved. Jesus Christ today is mostly a curse on peoples lipps when something goes awry a bad thing comes to them. The early Jews had Yahwah they wold not even say his namme for Reverance sakes. Moses never spit beside that Burning Bush and cursed Oh Jesus Christ He may have said please turn off those special affects but no I must digress reiterate He never even knew the mans namme. Jesus Christ the Poem. A flat is not an option rent too high near town the ground is never cold inside the shelter now. Jesus Christ its cold outside. Jesus Christ my food is good. Jesus Christ I love mye hood. My gloves and glasses all my lasses. Jesus Christ mye life is good to suffer homelessness in woods. The broken tooth that Arizona gave me the socks I wear the smell it drives me crazy. The life inside the love she gave me. Jesus Christ. What happy thoughts at Thanksgiving time. The love I have is mine and shared with her no end in sight have a happy Thanksgiving. Oh Jesus CHrist.

Punkin

SO in the course of events comes the new CharlAX poem. Punkin. A Punkin is a Gourd Grounded on a Vine with seeds inside. A PumPkin is also any Brother to a PumP such as push up pops; see through shirts for boys limited seating in dining halls. Sirens Clamouring for a Kiss bells on shoes Naked on the runaway bells on toes announcing whereabouts in the dark. Sentry posted web remarked. I waz gonna give you a web belt but boy you is still wet behind them ears you is not a REAL man. Butt tailless monkey fleas bite your belly hangs over your belt cinched tighten up your zipper on them blues. Faded fortune lost upon the table gaming in the facade. A Beat Cop An Ex Con. A Boy is abel to build tall leapings for his bicycle was exploding tubes was smashing tires into the grounded vines much like the Watermelons cantelope honey dew punkin mine. You are now Privy to one recitation wihout ending no noticable stopping place a loop where period begins you have just crossed over into the CharlaX ZOne. Punkin.

The KnockKnock Knot

  The KnockKnock Knot
The KnockKnock Knot
A Joke

A woman tried to hand me a burlap bag
with something wiggeling inside the side
I refused to accept
WHAT pray tell
you may ask me
well I thought It might be a kitten
so I calmly balked at her offer and eye said
NO THANKZX
Eye already have one of those at home.
She smiled and said
I guess you love onions.

BreadOnUranus

A Paroday of Water on the Moon

There is bread on Uranus. There is only Twelve FIve Galleions BUckets of water in the valley of the moon. But the hills are alive on Uranus all of them are diffearant kinds of breaded loaves. Stay Tuned. Each man carried a CObalt Blue Phazor capable of melting a Solid ROck Hill into molten lavae Steel. No one noticed the Padre Jjhon Miesterson as he backed away from the group he never carried the Phazor they had givin him. A true son of GOD in his religion. He waved his arms around them and seemed sure of himself as iff the ground was made of Bread to feed them. They had come to Georgium Sidus a distance from Earth of 2,870,990,000 km on the only SOLID fueled CObalt Blue Radiation ROcket in existance. They were not wearing helments the outside temperature was Kelvin. Hydrogen, Helium, Methane clearing his helment when the Captain walked up behind the Padre Jjhon Miesterson was breaking a A ROCK into with his bare hands and eating half of what looked like a pound round loaf of Bread. Each Hill is a differant TYPE of Bread he told the Captain this one is Roman Meal there is lots of Bread here 8.686 x 1025 kg The Padre looked up and smiled. Captain THompson of the Starship CObaltprize grimaced up at the figure floating across the ground toward them when the Padre said Oh look Captain theres Jesus. Jesus Said unto them I am the Bread of Life. This Nth Planet from your SUN how did you arrive. Oh wait I can SEE you came to Heaven in a CObaltprize on a Solid ROcket Booster flies so you must now leave in your ROcket the same way that you got here but please take some bread with you to Earth. For I still believe in feeding my enemies. ASIDE the Lord said when these BOZOS leave eye can reassemble this place back into the ROcks its really made up of. Just wait until they find out what that WATER is I left there on the moon. They will never make a moonbase there for NASA cant drink angels leave there droppings there and here. What did you THINK that bread was. BreadOnUranus.

 

SONNETT88

LXXXVIII.
When thou shalt be disposed to light mye fire at night;
And place my feet in the eye of delight,
Upon thy side against myself I'll Play it Pianissimo
And prove thee morals virtuous, though thou art love foresworn. With mine own weakness, being best acquainted with mye own things of lusting,
Upon thy ALimony I can set down a story sell it for the money then apply it to the remnant,
Of faults concealed, wherein I am attainted for bye necessity I hide my play from public eyes for all illegal;
That thou in losing me behind the curtain shalt win the much moore glorius love.
And I by this will be a regainer too and also;
For bending all my loving thoughts on self while pity sakes has asked you not get bent,
The injuries that to myself I do in stimulation artful emulation,
Doing thee vantage in imitation of thy parte, double-vantage me with mye parte so long.
Such is my love entrusted, to thee I so belong as unto selfe,
That for thy right thing myself will bear my own thing all wrong.

TheBigFish

CharlaX Swept. The line was plumb. The fish was gone. I wrote three full pages of CharlaXProse folded up the paper in a nappy inserted it inside a zipper pocket and then lost it eye have seen it only once scince then removed it placed it somewhere else now eye cannot find it again. I vaugely rember looking at a brown napkin it resembled the poem. It was the Greatest Story Ever Told. The Big FIsh that got away. The Laminated Cover Story for PlowBoy Magazine is calling me eye am stalling them untill I find the thing and land it. I do NOT do the laundry Matt I do not exchanger Bag for Bag the Clothing never gets discarded. I keep every shirt I had all sumner pants and shorts and jackets sometimes do not get REWORN but they are forever near, the outside edge pressed up against the wall for installation to keep me warm in a Crazy COld of COlorado Winter. NOw I rember how hard I looked at napkin and tossed it away anyway at Albertsons trash canned. I was forgetting that the pOem lies folded up inside the brown adhered to napkin upside down and now its gone I can never write that Piece again not word for word or even Theme. It was forgotten in the length of time it takes to pen one for PloWboy Magazine. The MOuntain Peeks. SNow covered leaks. Hands and fingers good naturally. Natured spelled backwards is Derutan. They did not pay me money for the FISH Story that got away He is the one that got the Alimony pay The Original Story is Big it was Huge. A real Abalone. News.

TalloR

The moon was not full (a safe bet) since it was a while ago back (i can remember it) a friend made a comment on the day it was to be. Yellow snow. NO yoke. Like the yolk of the chicken egg the outside of my shelter looked and felt like death to me. The color did not help at all it sickened me. Moments of time I can never make a picture look like that again. I began to climb the hill from Town to thie lieberry where im okay now the boots is clean and the shirt is dry again. Wet underclothes is agony in snow. The boots pick up the mudd one layer adds one inch to heighth of CharlaX must have been at least Seventeen feet tall then dropped to shorter smaller gall is bitter cold. I am almost sorry that I stayed here now. But nothing can compare to days I will not be able to navigate this hill. Just do not worry crew for only will I stay away when its impossible to move. Do not fret or miss me then for I will be trying to get dressed to navigate this cold this unGODly COlorado storm. Growing TalloR as I walk into the ice and snow.

Bee Itch

Ess Hit me just now I was thinking of jealousy. The poor little man zerathruda in the ashes i have sackcloth for embellishemeant. I was wishing I could read ALOUD to all my facebook friends my poetry to make all the misspellings occur with regularity and you could here the way I mean the poem to bleed. There is only one thing certain before the final curtain they said Death and Taxes is certain. I say this as CharlaX the poet please remember that a fool tells everyone all over the world that he IS a fool. This is wisdom talking so listen. One thing will happen either it will get Better and they will change some things so that they WORK correct OR eithor they will not change nothin and make everything worse by making things not work correction is needed now NOW NOW in eubilation. YOU ba LAY shun.
IN Less then 10 years there will not be a free internet anywhere no COmputors available to any but paid for homeowners or PAID cafes for laptops. The Lieberry is almost extinct as an option for free people. He posts a zillion likes and has a thousand friends because his is bigger than mine (his computor at home) what did you think eye meant. In all the movies they stop after its over and have a ciggarette and then a shower. Message search is that middle button that rolls it scrolls up and it scrolls down it moves the page so you can find a message since the search boxes never work. Jealous is the wrong word animousity animosity is what is bother me. ANN a moss e tee. You must refresh the page three times in a row to see a new view or to get the place to go. (LINKS) show up only after the third refreshmeants. Make mine Coca Cola. More News at Eleven. THe snow is falling now all winter long i will just try to survive in the house that Faith in GOD has bought me time to write the prose that people love. Come back time after time and scratch my Bee Itch.

Yes

I. It is there. I. It is there. I. It is there. I saw my lover as in a winnoed window a small square of the only thing that may ever really matter in mye heart a picture is worth these thousands of words but first a joke. I noticed a new set of headphones and I snagged them up in the pocket of my vested interest. I wondered to myself what they did fit. And so i began to look around for the Camera they had come from? Camera? What Radio? LOLZX. Yes. The reason on the Camera Instructions for the headphones now listen closer.

In easy to read Acrobat PDF Format (using FREE viewer)

or

Printed Manuals for $17.98 We print your manual

The reason they had for adding the ear budds to the camera was strang and funn so listen bud to one. They printed the instructions out one by one to make them plain in a brown wrapper. Reason One. Plug your headphones into your Camera just before you Shutter you will then hear the SnapShot loud as thundar. Reason Two was even a stranger Plug your ear BUdds into the battery case when changing batteries you will hear them erase. When telling a poem iff you have to explain her dont bother for no one will get it later. CharlaXAndroidOneSeven says I cant share the PIC but she is there on her website LOZXL my LADY is beautifull what more can I ever want. ♥ We are goona get a poodle.

Apple

ApplefortheTeachor

MAS come on down front you have been chosen by the frozen tender tundra to eat the apple i can give her. Staccatto beating in the background leaning to the south moving in the night polish wont make green apple to shine. The love GOD has for all of us in is SON Jesus is also inside us in our Souls inside our Spirit. He did this even though none of us are worth this a freely given gift. Something that opens up inside us each and every day. Better then the food we eat the apple red and green. Better then what people give on Christmas Day the packages wrapped and placed underneathe the tree dont open that dont shake it up dont let Johnny see. Perhaps its all the things that boy has stored up all year long some new toy he saw on television laying on the lawn. He never picks it up now or plays for very long. This Christmas please think of how the Son Of God must feel when we ignore his gift to us. I feel so guilty of his love inside this green forgotten apple in the bucket in the snow. Sorrow not the answer the apple catches worms so the food stored in the bucket doesnt turn to molded into love when I get hungry having none I go to cuppoard never barren there. I cannot eat much fruit anymore but mix the trail will fill me up when there is none to find in town. For CHristmas is two missing weeks after Thanksgiving missing one. SUnday on the November twenty nine untill Friday December Eightteenth then back for three more days then Monday the eleventh of January I solidify for more solid days activities perhaps the apple won. Bright red and polished up for teachor loves. Look for me with love.

YesterdayOver

YesterdayOver

Today the I is starting over. Yesterday is gone much like the song inside me playing constantly my spirit is at rest near me the heart is dead. What misspelling you make what accent is this perhaps you never heard a toothless old man speak. I pen these words of wise on google documents reprise there is no spelling checker here. I could make a document on WORD but whay. The end is there. Near the bottom of the page. I never seem to reach the end of crinckled paper there. I suffer for faith and yet faith is life inside of death I ready my fate to freeze in the winter most people discover they live anyway better. Life is the pits inside the cherries. Eat the fruit toss the bones out to the skunk for she is waiting there in love. In the facebook of Mark is now written in the Fifth Chaptor the Thirty seventh verse we find this He let only Peter, James, and John, the brother of James follow him. But that was Yesterday. Today the followers of Jesus Christ number in the Trillions of minions. There are Zillions of Christians but many divisions. God is doing some marvelous things in and through the live of Church of God people around the world. When i saw Bill Haley for the FIRST time i was about 12 or thirteen and i said IMEDIATLEY thats an OLD MAN ??? what does he knoe about it (truth) and I was uncertain about the Beatles and very much afraid. The I saw Elvis the Pelvis. He once said in an Interview he wished he new who it was that said that. He hated it it was the worst thing anyone had ever said about him. No matter what the HISTORY says I can clearly remember him saying this I think it was Lost Vegas At a COncert. Most of the Music that I love still comes from the Seventies when I was older could eye choose what to listen too. BUt I never lost the songs I loved and the groups like the early Animals. IN love with Rock e Roll. TOdd RUngren on Guitar was the hardest thing to believe a mere MAN could make that noise. FOr showman ship Eric Clapton gets my votes for the Bass Guitar on the movie Tommy by Who. He looked so SMART in his Jacket with the EC embriodery on that Lapel. I just found a new song out now NEW to eye not new to time. You can kill my body but you cannot cannot cannot kill my spirit. The other Eric Burden. Yesterday blast from my past. What a great day today is today.

IdidnotknoeLove

I was torn into the day i met you. Bought by flesh and blood that man he loved you. He knoes the love is never gonna leave me. I think now that im glad i lived to meet you. Lost in snows horizen. Perhaps the mountain there between us stops the pain from killing frozenly my heart keeps beating. ANger threatens to engulf me only when im missing you. I did not knoe love would threaten to extinct me species male and female deep within me. Never will I ever let the love you gave me leave me. WOrds is like promises hard to keep but easy to get rid of only file this in your harddrive baby That Moon will frown down upon that town That Sun will burn That Mountain down That Sky will fly above them Stars before I will let you get away from Love for today is written in this poem I did not knoe Love.

StudentBodily

The time. I really do feel sorry for some. The ruins in that distant picture remind me of rome the hills of the seven was my first home. I would crawl into her sneakers when she was not looking up. SOme people in the Hierarchy balance time against desires to read and look at videos in the emails from back home. Relatively speaking to the relations on the web cams they fast forward it because they read the text she does not have to listen to her dada more than once to understand she has pissed him off. The party life the boyfriends and the girlfriends is not god. She joined Phi Kappa Lotta in the middle of the night and got dead drunk. DOnt worry papa no one touched her after all she was non responsive. Meanwhile Waldo was asleep near the stone wall at the post office near the trolly stopped. He was dead drunk too. When the driver saw him finally he only smiled. Social acceptance in a world gone mad there was snow near his foots perhaps he cant feel the cold like eye. Mabe this is his day off from school after all it IS a holy day its Veterans Day. We used to call it VJ day and waive the flagg. Now its mostly near the post office flying at half masted. Poor boy is gonna get arresstted when the snow finally comes down. COld will make me hurry home the travel killing some a Lady rides the same bus up this hill told me a sad story of a woman found on the jogging path in River Front Park and she was not drunk but she was merely dead. I plan on running Airlocks and being mostly inside not dreading the weather at all or the cold hopefully is left outside the snow piling up for Waldo to play on. There is 83 snow runs at Purgatory Mountain in three categories Waldo was last seen waiting for the SKi Lift to open. More News At Eleven. Stay tuned to CharlaXWaldo and his StudentBodily. FUnction.

ELocution

Diction ENglish grammer proper nouns predicates verbs learn the way the language works then grow up to be a poet and throw it all away today to make new words to make poems bleed to make the rhymes the prose doth need. Shakespeare is an affluance. He rubbed off some on my purple prose. O God! how wonderful are Thy works! Thou makest the rotting log to nourish banks of violets, and from the stagnant pool at Thy word springs forth the lotus that covers all with fragrance and beauty! Sonnet #3,000,745,001 OH LORDy

OH LORDy, howe wondrous is thy working beauty. Thou doth makest the rott sprout violets from olden logg on water bank nearest stagnant pool whilst at Thy WORD the lotus springeth forthwith to cover over all the smelling salts nearest hand to hold in cuppboard bare the bone for elbert Hubbard gone. Hark the light from yonder glaring glen forsook the frames the lenses now opaqued. Blind to world of beauty winter paints a white mistaken ache in me. Amid the bones of whited elephaunt skunks rome near me to harken when the crow calls daybeak come. Caw the raven quoth. God forbode a man, that an Englaisman should tell or act a lie, neithor the Son of GOD my Jesus, that He should feel repentance or compunction [for what his Father has promised].  Has He sayeth, and shall He not say on?  Or has He spoken and shall He not make it gooder. Oh LORDy. For the reasoneth He stays upon His bethroned placement is quite evident for iff GOD were to walk the Earth as a mere man in sight of all this assembled Heathorns even for just one day twold make us all so jealous of the miricles in the clay. For Jesus could open up his hand wiht a plott of dirty clay and make a violet blooming say. Oh Lordy.

 

SONNET 74
But be contented dear: when that false arrest
Without all bail shall carry me to prison fast away, unless
my walk hath in this line some interest the light was green not red.
Which for all eternity with thee shall still stay a travesty.
When thou reviewest this bust for jaywalking, thou dost review the limits of my soul.
The very part was consecrate to the day was FrYday the 13th:
The Policeman can have but earth, which is his due;
My spirit is mine and hers not the prison wardons, they want the better part of me tis true:
So then thou hast but lost the honesty of life's ticketing,
The prey of worms, my body being dead on Cellblock Three at La Plata County Jail,
The coward conquest of a wretch's knife like attitude for jaywalkers in general,
Too base of thee to be remembered lest the Judge add time upon more time.
The worth of that is that which it contains one more sordid meal in stir,
And that is this I will be free, and this with thee remains never to walk against the light again. Reformed reformor out on bail.

SONNET 74
But be contented: when that fell arrest
Without all bail shall carry me away,
My life hath in this line some interest,
Which for memorial still with thee shall stay.
When thou reviewest this, thou dost review
The very part was consecrate to thee:
The earth can have but earth, which is his due;
My spirit is thine, the better part of me:
So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life,
The prey of worms, my body being dead,
The coward conquest of a wretch's knife,
Too base of thee to be remembered.
The worth of that is that which it contains,
And that is this, and this with thee remains.

AfternoonTWSB

AfternoonTeaWithSUsanBoyle

 A social nightmare blundering in the day time english tea time is usually at four pm not early certainly not late. So I would be so embarrassed to meat such Royalty I could sit there on my hands. Jumping at every nudge and scone offerring. When she actually came in before me I would Geneflunk like we was always taught to do. SHe would say SO do you like my singging want to dance. Romance? Oh the giggeling boy in me would prance. SHe would ask me to tell her all my wisdom I read on her website that this is what she values most in a little boy. I cleared my throat and then I said, " most searches are expediantly preformed the date aquired not needed after all." The crowds did roar. I take High Tea for I was hungry give me lots of bloddy meat with poultry sweetly adding sugar to the mess. Unless its time for low tea then give my cokkie to the guest. Putt the lemone in the milk curdle the tea for eye love a tart tea time. SHe sighed at such a poetic lout about. I laughed as Susan boiled over at the eye such fun on a MOnday afternoon. Oh the Queen she loved to fill her wanting tummy at this time for lunch was skimpy peanut buttered. White bread after freezing is rather limp old chap book near the laundry basket cased. I hope you like my poem Susan B. ANtoinette.

Chicken

(eyegotsome)Chicken

They had to ask me do you like dark meat. Are you a leg man or thigh. White meat or half a chicken basket. WIngs with sauce or BBQ instead. I was so Hungary whay back when almost like a Foreignor from a COuntry dirty roadway. I like them with meat on them please make the skin extra cripsy so it crunches like crazy lots of monosodium salt that low California kind with lots of peppers. I take the meat from the carcasses from the breasts first it makes the wishbone left there for later use. Two sides both of them are USUALLY white. The Back is just not a lot of meat there but dark. WIngs you gotta sort of go in between the bones to get some. The legs are dark but meat is plenty. The thighs are mostly there. No Bones at all on some makes this chicken seem like fun. Its there you are quite sure when chewing on a leg you go around them. I used to eat the ends to get the gristle there dont puke its fun and sometimes bone gets splintered on the end and then bones get marrow they taper off and last longer when chewing dont go down too far. The neck was once my favorite part i must be part skunk to want to go in between all that layered inn bone. Back before I was never A Christian. I got some Chicken. WHen i went to fast food places i never wanted the chicken sandwiches I always asked for fishes. Bread on white rolled up with mustard onions if you got em. Just never could I ever trust those pressed inside ingrediants. I got some Chicken.

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

------ organ solo ------

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.

ACHarlAXCArtooN

The Flag is at Half Past a MOnkey Call a Quarter for the phone. I have a City to leave near, dear. But I found a limited horizon. Ounces equal pounding on the back of muscles long extended past the halfway mark of used recycled skinned boney feet with toes jammed into Rain Proffed Boots were not designed for Snow Proff use. I have Green Skies; a limited roof. Insides of a sheltor smiling at left over foods. I breed about my limits perhaps they merely think me crazy like them looney toon cartoons. He lives with Skunks a coon comes who robs the nest he robs them all of needed food a bandit soon must fall for he is only meat and yet I hesitate for killing one is killing all I wait for guidelines perhaps he will get runned over on the way to creek bank while CharlaX refrains from Alcoholic Beverages. I am a Poet not like as too Poe, Oh WOe, He mustard had a bottle near his Quill inked pen of old COrn Squezzins mostly fermentated in the field while the ScareRaven does not scare the Crows away from COrn Pecked half eaten ears hearing only Sad Portents of Rhymes of Reasoning will wait. Untill the corner store had Earthenware beware the Galleon Juggs of Heckel and Jeckel after all were only Colorado Maggpies. I call them Missie Birds. The missing Gendor must be male for everyone knoes that Maggpies is only females. They hatch each others Eggs with Sapphic determination. RIght or Wrong never enters the issue while CharlaX pondors his poetry Cartoon amid a Large dose of Green Sky. SOme of the Maggpies have Blue Plumage some have that Starck Green mixed with Black just like my Wintor Cartoon Sky in CharlaX Cartoon Soneday all of them are women flying bye.

FiGGPlumBGone

FiGGPlumBGone

The figtTtree of Jesus.

Was it not unreasonable to curse the tree for being fruitless when, as Mark expressly says, "it was not the season for figs"? The problem is most satisfactorily cleared up in a discussion called "The Barren Fig Tree" published many years ago by W. M. Christie, a Church of Scotland minister in Palestine under the British mandatory regime. He pointed out first the time of year at which the incident is said to have occurred (if, as is probable, Jesus was crucified on April 6th, A.D. 30, the incident occurred during the first days of April). "Now," wrote Christie, "the facts connected with the fig tree are these. Toward the end of March the leaves begin to appear, and in about a week the foliage coating is complete. Coincident with [this], and sometimes even before, there appears quite a crop of small knobs, not the real figs, but a kind of early forerunner. They grown to the size of green almonds, in which condition they are eaten by peasants and others when hungry. When they come to their own indefinite maturity they drop off." These precursors of the true fig are called taqsh  in Palestinian Arabic. Their appearance is a harbinger of the fully formed appearance of the true fig some six weeks later. So, as Mark says, the time for figs had not yet come. But if the leaves appear without any taqsh,  that is a sign that there will be no figs. Since Jesus found "nothing but leaves" - leaves without any taqsh- he knew that "it was an absolutely hopeless, fruitless fig tree" and said as much. CharlaX adds the real reasone that Jesus did this was so he would not confuse this world with the next. The Earth is not his home but Heaven come. There is this Plumb tree in the Landscaping. When i looked for plums they were Green there was none there ripe and now they are just gone. They cast the Plumbs just like the Figg Tree did for Jesus. The veritable few that changed color from red to brown are rotten now. This is FiggPlumBGone. This may prove to some I am still a Christian I just refused to eat the landscaping fruit seems so plumb wrong to me to eat Green Fruit.

CharlaXJackWaX

I am CharlaXJack. The WaX is what i do to prose poetry. The Crowded People roared with Laughter they proposed a toast to CharlaX the Poet then they pressed on they passed the hat come back. They said we were gonna build a Statue FOur Feet tall in Buckley Park to reflect your poets stature in this Community continuaely a remainder of you here. But I derided this idea. I had to decline such a generous offered because I reflected too much I said my feelings were hurt for I am not that short. Besides they still make Temples for that sort of stuff since CharlaX is not ever a GOD. They told me they were gonna make it out of Aluminum cans it would be too bright out in that Sumner Sun bouncing back from the snow blind back to CharlaX. They even drew a notebook in my hand they called it a CharlaX Chapbook on a standing on an Onion Sacked. Limning the surface of my poverty like Kerouac. Inn DUrango one block past Main Street in the rear Building there of the Law Offices is SMilin~Jacks Picture it surprised me they would be fans of homeless poetry. I stopped not saluting but smiling I was happy this picture of my Jack Kerouac was there in HIstorically a square window. It made me a better Saturday. TOday is short like this sweet poem homeless now and published once then gone. I hope Kerouac is smiling down from Heaven now to make him proud I decided to make a Food Poem. I saw Food in a Blendor. OR how can people eat that pulp with any kind of consistancy. After meal time during the next day comes deposit time rolls around like a large roll of teletype paper. Basically they could plop that pulp back into the blendor and reuse it at the least once more. How is your day? People need to eat stuff with there teeth then chew it with there belly. Not pulp plop consisting of pare jelly. Meat for the belly and the belly for that meat. Both shall perish fastor with the use of that blendor. I rolled a bycicle down that highway that has two rubbers just as tired as Jack was in his car at night over taxed and homeless. CharlaX rhymes with Kerouacs poetry. CharlaXJackWaX.

LXV.

 LXV. Feet of Morey Clay and Brass

Since brass metallica, nor stoned people, nor earthen footwear of the Hollands, nor boundless sea shores
But sad morelity o'ersways limits of they foot power,
How with these rags upon mye feet shall boots hold a pea,
Whose powdered action is no stronger than mye violet flower?
O, how shall winters honey potted hold out
Against the wrackful siege of battering dams,
When rocks impregnable are not so scuffing booties near mye morey clay feet,
Nor breath of halitosis so strong, but Time decays the sore between mye toes?
O fearful medication! where, alack, is the bottle of mye pills
Shall arms best length jeweled from arms in chest lay folded?
Or what slipping oil can hold his swift foot back?
Or who his spoil of toenail clippings can forbid?
    O, none, unless this miracle have might, at last
    That in black ink my love may still shine bright

as these mye feet of morey clay and brass.

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

CharlaXGatherod

She was a Wicked lady not evil just good looking. She had on Glasses said real quickly she was gonna Save me. SHe said she could gather me collect me put all the CharlaX really on the shelf to get big bucks to make that American Dream pure rust. I blanched for I am really Negro fell into the vat of bleaching at the jobb. See how my hands is differant colored on the palms. I want a real life but poor. I like fish heads and roots and living on the floor. I like to be the master pater in my house. I like to feel alone. I let my thoughts wonder about. NO i have decided to live in real life there is doubt that charlax will ever be gatherod. Three Hots and a cots just dont matter i smatter the poems freely on my free poetry websites. And then i cry at night at such happy sites as i gathor wool while i sleep in hay baled asunder my feet out of the whether or not it rains. GOtcha again havent you read charlax prose poetry in your sordid past mistaken life. Eye am not a Caroling Brunette. She was once my life on her hour long program. NOW, do we need more understanding? As CharlaXGatherod

See Dick Gay

See Dick. See Dick running. See Dick falling down with laughing like a clown. See Dick Gay. See Dick smile he is so happy now. He played footballs with John all day. Dick tossed his balls to John all day. They were all long bombs. John ran into the inzone evertime to grab Dick's balls thrown. John was sad but Dick was glad. He caught the balls that Dick tossed out. See Dick throw balls. See Dick throw one ball at a time. See Dick tell John to catch both balls but one by one at per one at a time. Does Dick play fairly on the fairway. NO. Thats Golfed. We were playing footballs. Back to the gamin. Dick is twenty nine and John is only twenty one. He is a dirty playa. He should wait until the boy is grown up to play with balls like that. Its almost murda. Even so its legal in one state. But not the one they live in so I guess that it is criminal to play with two football plays and two footballs in Cleveland. Oh Ohio is the state where it IS legal. Never mind. See Dick play. Its all okay today. See John Smile. See Dick Gay.

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.

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.

HatRUle

All GOLD is Fools Gold. We decided that we wanted to limit people to NO hat at all in the Lieberry hall. But then we saw John F. Reeds Hair dew outside near the Animals Hall no wait thats ANimus Hall you idiot. So we decided everyone can have only one hat but than it got cold and even snowed.

We soon decided to be bold allowing morethenonehat Rule number one. Morethenonehat Rule Number One says Hoods are not hats but people wear them over and under the hat but we do not have a hat limited at this time SO who is counting hats and hoods is not a regulation. The cap is under Sports. See Sports Rules and Regulations for cap. Turbines is under Foreign Exchangers Rules and Regulations. See that Sticker that says All GOLD is Fools Gold. This is a reminder to be aware of our Security Policy. Security Rules and Regulations. Rule Number One. A PreWrapped Turbin can contain many things most of them called Contraband. We DO ask them now to remove the Turbins at the door to the Lieberry and Check them at the desk. We are not checking Wool Hats or baseball Caps or hat bands or Brimes (see our no hassle Policy) for all Hats and Hoods mentioned in Rules and Regulations. Aforementioned Policey falls under the Header of Administration Restrictions just go try to download something on your Lieberry Computor. Copy and past a copy of the Rules and Regulations. this is the missing e. HatRule.

NaHumLieberrian

Religionsnudge.

Moses was Sprinkling the lambs blood on the door posts of all the Hebrew Tribes dwellings there when the HIGH Priest of Egypt came down the Boulevardd in the City of Rhamses with his whole entourage including NaHum the lieberrian. NaHum was the Chief Astrologer of Egypt he Studied the Anchient Star Charts at the RHamses INstitution. Most of the Egyptians believed in Dead Deites like the SUN God RA but NaHum believed in Astronauts and Living GODS from the Sky. When the High Priest of Egypt laughed Moses to Scorn NaHum did NOT laught with him. NaHum frowned at all of them assembled and stared hard up at the darkening sky. The High Priest noticed this. NaHum why are you afraid of ? Of Moses GOD ? Of Death ? NaHum smiled at them and said, there is Flying Saucers up there in the sky Alien Creatures in the bye and bye UFOS have been seen on all the rooftops reporting in. The High Priest laughed harder at Moses what are you doing a little Painting on that Door? He turned back to NaHum you are as bad as this Hebrew slave has said HE has spoken to the Living GOD he calls him Jesus. Mabe he is an Astronaut his voice was trailing off as they all continue laughting MOses to scorn. Moses prepared to pull shut the door closed but paused He stared directly at NaHum just before the Doorway shut he spoke. NaHum has a firstborn SON such as RHamses has at home before Morning they will both be gone He will be dead same as Pharoahs boy is. At this all the laughter died. They simply stopped and walked each to his own BasRelief or home place. And so it was on the Day after Passover all the firstborn male children of the SUN GOD RA in the whole Land of EgYpt died all were dead except for the Hebrew Slaves. NaHum went into his cubicle where the controls were to the Astrology Center Computor. He was inside the Central Lieberry of the City of Rhamses now. OPenly weeping he downloaded his Yahoo Toolbar. Only the HIgh ELders held control now to the Administrative Privledges He went to his Yahoo Inbox and tried to find the email address of his Egyptian SOn. It was gone. He tried a Google search but it came up blank. As iff it had never been. In the INbox at Yahoo an email message just popped into the address was Charlax.hice@yahoo.com it said Jesus did NOT kill your boy But SATAN did it the Death Angel whom all EgYpt worshipped killed all your firstborn sons. Even Rhamses lost his child. Because you restricted the computor use and pretended to teach knoeledge at the University level only suppressed it instead is why the Devil comes to you today. How Horrible to make slaves out of GODS living people while still teaching only knoeledge of this world and of the Devil. It was signed CharlaXANdroidOneSeven to NaHumLieberian Religionsnudge. Here is the actual email from the Archives ed.note.ed

Religiousnudge

Monday, November 2, 2009 8:15 AM

From:

"Charlax Hice" <charlax.hice@yahoo.com>

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To:

NaHum@CityOfRhamses.com

Jesus did NOT kill your boy But SATAN did it the Death Angel whom all EgYpt worshipped killed all your firstborn sons. Even Rhamses lost his child. Because you restricted the computor use and pretended to teach knoeledge at the University level only suppressed it instead is why the Devil comes to you today. How Horrible to make slaves out of GODS living people while still teaching only knoeledge of this world and of the Devil. Charlock7Android1 Religiousnudge

This email address worked and saved to my address book.

CharlaXBattMasterson

CharlaXBattMasterman

A Western Paroday

The Bount Hunt
I rode in standing up in them Stirrups riding HellBent For Leather for 43 days and nights I trailed them in straight up. They fought hard among themselves everytime I found another body in the dust I folded up the Wanted Poster that matched that face then I Batt Masterson reached down and pinned it to his left vested interest with an extra Sherriff badge. I have a lot of them. I carry them. To use at work. SUddenly it was only RIngo there in front of me. He turned back fought hard there was bullits ricohetted all around me. When he hit my horse She did not die some slow buzzard bait I shot her myself the COwboy way. The Coward that is RIngo he had a turn and run gun. His holster must be mighty raw from all that poor misuse. Suddenly his horse knickered wait she snickered no wait make that sickered as she was winged Ringo then went flying. She lost him and she plunged.  He acted OPossom. I nearly fell for it was sneaky Ringo. He tossed a Blade nearly shaved me by inches it missed me my turn came. I thumbed a bullit but it missed Ringo but he died. I use the cane too much I cannot shoot a gun at all. His hand was on a DiamondBacked Rattlesnaked bit him. Justice comes from GOD and Creatures in the dust meant to be that they get theres in the hand in the end the snake had gotten Ringo there not the Bount Hunt or the Bounty Hunter man, what a story, I the loser there I never did get paid for getting Ringo.