TrackOr

He was known only as TrackOr. He was full ute. No pie. He had no time for his dessert. He had to save the town of Durango the coffee merchants hired him to track the snow bandit down. He searched the snow line then he dug a hole near the base of the tree his men stopped moving until he found his tracks he was looking for the coffee bandit the masked man. The tracks started to circle around and around the men got dizzy one of them fell down suddenly he jumped then he found the large square ice block it was readying itself to fall from the sky ute casino near the wall of the train was leaving now. Look out they cried its magpies. Holy Joe Durango its the Steaming Bean Kidder. Help us TrackOr. Butt he was too busy mapping the footers around the square ice floe he was sure the bandit had been there butt knoe. The bandit had covered his tracks with old coffee grounds hidden in the whole increments were ice cubes moving the berg was headed down the ANimus heading to the City. The block rolled over past the river headed to main it landed on each corner only once hitting only the coffee shops that had filtered out the homeless any boy that has played with his blocks can tell you its easy to hit things with them sharp edges. Have an ice day. Knot. Tell them TrackOr sent the homeless around the block. TrackOr.

PovertYinSOng

PovertYinSOng

This is short and sweetY cause I am writing mostly an Idea I heard the songster crooning the country song about his poverty. The thing is nice to listen too but no one will talk to a poor man its true try stepping up to a cowgirl now with the hole in the pocket she wont even smile try dancing alone near and alligator pond it would be more funn try asking a young one to make time with you grampa she will curse you blue the song itself sounded sad as iff the young man was at risk to be had no wonder the depression is fed at the bars of the musical croon brain done numb water dripping UP the spout its too much old man put it back in your ipod. Just a little more CharlaX to be sung to the tune of the BrokenDownMuleTroddenBlues. PovertYinSOng.

Tributetoo911

Adam Mayblum

Who was that masked man he walked away without a word expected his horse silver in the sun his friend and Indian companion was so lost without him Tonto and his gunn. He was trapped on the eighty seventh floor. This is not his story it has been done this is only the tribute poem. He had to leave his friend behind to start with a tiny piece of his heart was gone. Mayblum said The very moment the first plane was hijacked, democracy won. I may be the first to say this he had the idea of helping others before he started down and that is why he is a great American. This story is too emotional CharlaX is undone I am near tears reading his email message there is not much left to say except salute. Whatever is still green in me salutes you Adam Mayblum. I love the way you tried to help them. Understand this android would have loved you even iff you only saved your own neck but now I love you sight unseen because you first loved them your friends even your few enemies you may have had to leave some all behind because of circumstances come is what makes a hero out of just a Brave American. That is all. Tributetoo911 Adam Mayblum.

LastSmithWordShoppeforbook

LastSmithWordShoppeforbooksinnSnoetry

Snoetry is the last word at this book shoppe now for new books in the snow. The end of books has come 1984 has won. After Borsenik and Burroughs gave a September reading at The Last Wordsmith Book Shoppe, (just outside of Erie, PA) Burroughs says he jokingly suggested that they host a poetry festival there. Jokes became serious, and before long, Borsenik, Burroughs, and Megan Collins, owner of the store, birthed Snoetry. Life has come and the book store is gone but will always be remembered by one wait by someone inn this poem a tribute to love. Anyone can work a jobb it takes love to make a place to read poetry. To also sell the paperback writers that we love to read her namme is Megan she wears glasses and affection in her smile. Hope is that someday she will host another book shoppe somewhere in her lifeline ink is in her blood   

WHAT: Snoetry: A Winter Wordfest

WHERE: The Last Wordsmith Book Shoppe, 17 E.
Main St., North East, PA
WHEN: Sat., Someday. 16, 1pm-midnight
The last word will be OPEN says me to the new Bookshoppe we all hope that it will be soom someday will come we can hardly wait for SNoetry to come again after all the Last Word SMythe inn Snoetry is TRY TRY again please stay tuned to all your local radio and television news stations for more infomotion on the Poetry situation news at Eleven on Four on this LastSmithWordShoppeforbooksinnSnoetry poem .

Burlesque

The burlesque was once two old jokers making a joke with a stripper dancing in the backgrounded. I think they changed to the stripper in the foreskin dancing as the main attracting force while the jokes are being told in the back behind her. It was mostly on the Broadway near to the Academy the jokes was one linners bad form usually off color not ever white or even blue collar makes one wonder what the audience was made up of mostly rich and ignorant people. Just because they later called it Vaudeville it was only Burlesque. The older and the more MATURE the stripper the more money they did make they raked it inn over the counting main counter near the water falling from the pipes always in a poorer blockaided neighbor hooded placed. O Kay here ici is the ensample of the joke in Dialogged formed. Slapsticked Man One : I am A. Hitler. Slapsticked Man Two : What is that what did you say what is your namme young man ? STone : I said I am A. Hitler. STTwo : No I play a lot of football and I knoe that you are not A. Hitter. STone : Baseball thats baseball not football you moronic harmonic imbelicall cord. STTwo : what is your fist namme you smartmouth baffoon ? STone : Adolfo. Ed.note.ed how udderly bizarro but go you tube and see this is how they talked in riddling while the eldest sagging lady was back there stripping wait while the eldest bagging lady they could find was out there in front of them stripping while they talked cartoonly. Burlesque.

A FACEBOOK Poem

 SHADOWED
A Paroday Poem for Jesus Crisis

Shadowed
 
 

Eye was wondering if Jesus was there and then suddenly you commented on a
note somewhere and then eye realized John Burroughs only has his shadow paged between the coffee and
the cakes the breaks you all take from your real lives inside your happy homes
the few moments when we relate to one anothers tomes or quizzes or notes. The
leaving and the coming back the hours we all sleep the shadow there of friends we
keep. The seconds that it takes the facebook hierarchy to open pages the honestly mistaken that
we do in haste and not thinking threw the reasons the other people have for never
posting anythings not many of the people fall in love with someone just because
they aer on facebook and they are nice and then the hate that people have for
someone never met eye can't relate but what is love gone south but hate mixed up
love disguised as missing this Jesus Crisus. IN a never ending battle with the nerves we all
possess between the meals in kitchens never dressed in linen cloth for guests lies the shadow knoes.
Forgive me iff eye look for Crisis Chronicles. In Public and in private places searching now for Jesus on your
Facebook.

Shinsplint

Joy luck over lake

no man can relate to life

define life in sky

UNamerican

A great day in the nay bore hood. A modern day robbing hood. I feel so stupid now. The version of firefox that is was up and running was not compatibale with the new windows vista out my window is full of snow but none is falling now. Born dead but not in Ohio I struggle with existance in COlorado.

Telling monkish not to use electricity eye rise an hour late to begin the trek to the stars magizanes my lateness noted my falling lidded eye is boring pages of least left to the imagination mye Nation flies a flag intered to ground with leaders countless legions of the damned and unnammed. Posted toasties in the brain no ready fix no rules to regulate. Reminded of the Levy in the Cleveland fame. City scape let me escape the rule of men behave the way they kill the poor they stump the grapes they relate to animalistic behavioral scientists stare hard at pictures of sodomy. Twelve is the witching hourly feeding time for the Americans they will not wait for love to arrive. I cannot stop remembering the rice cup in the dirt the foot booted near my head told to breathe the dirt I left outside the gate the world ended the simulation over when they shott me dead. The Guard pointed up at the tree the sniper holding up his weapon signalling the kill what will you do now he said your dead he said carefully I shifted sand and walked away to town eye said to eat eye said to get some real food said eye he emphasized iff this were a real compounded prisoner camped you would be really dead. NOt dead said eye but no longer an American Unamerican now. They really beat some of the prisoners up I was not able to help them unable to fight escape my only answer me this when you fly the flag and play your sports who will stand up no longer eye no longer me no more salutes no more pride no more glory gone to Hades dip your flag and burn it now. No more Army man. Unamerican. I salute the flag of ZION now eye wait for Jesus in the ground.

Sonnet #128

Home Of The Brave

Posted:

CXXVIII.

How oft, when thou, mye music, music play'st, loudest

Upon that blessed drum the duck tape rises whose motion sounds

With thy evel fingers, when thou rudely sway'st

The wiry concord grape juice that the bad poetry band confoundeth,

Do I envy those reddenedneckkers that nimble leap

To kiss the tender inward of thy bleep,

Whilst my poor lipps sleep, which should that musick reap,

At the band's boldness by the blushing girls near them listening!

To be so tickled under ribbs, they would change their pants so quickening

And situation with those dancing chipper band members,

O'er whom thy fingers strumming with gentle sixties gaiters,

Making dead CharlaX more blest than living lipps.

Since saucy bad poetry band members so happy are in this,

Give them thy musical finger, me thy lipps to kiss. CharlaX Xrays Xman Violet Imperfect Indiscretion INnsecret. HOme of the Brave bye bad poetry band is now a sonnet.

Reiterations

Because I decided to make a new start the old CharlaX is dead his heart gave up the snow was too much I almost stopped but started over hence Re Iterations as the tittle (title). As wrong of a man who can walk to be angry at GOD because he cannot fly. To be happy to walk to learn to talk to learn to walk correctly to learn to talk correctly seems beyond my ability to fly.The curses much too quickly fly from lipps better pursed to kiss the misses that eye mostly miss the new age has come to eye belong now only to mye GOD and baby lambe may she always love. Discouragement comes in the cold of a dark wet night the sub zero penetrating mind and heart but suddenly religions not so funny love comes back to heart so in need of love. The mourning light brings life and hope the moment of my anger gone forever burried with the summer home next time will come hindsighted CharlaX will make the winter one first to withstand it better race the time for winter rules the world the ice has come to dine. Sorrow knits mye brow mye concentrated hair is wet from condensation marking time. Limits gone poem comes reiterated wants and loves will win the day star rises unseen the sky lightens telling time to sighted men the clouds roll a few more at the time of GOD will come to men the end of time the start of Heaven then. Predicates and adjectives and adverbs in agreement finally the words will pass the test of spelling them the rest will fall in place now the poet loves this piece at rest. Milling at mye face for that smile is there been hiding past the trace of waste. Broken broke the pen the paper gone too wet to write with ink the poet wetting crinkled paper internetted webbed with love dripping now from every word can you see it gentile reader ewe. Its called a poem hence the tittle title bound in braille for this one cannot see now the snow had blinded me and now eye see that tittle is just laughter and that Reiteration is the title.

BloodOfJesus

BloodOfJesus
Not the wine sacrament of the church not the grape juice that we use not the chalice cupp not the rememberance not the ritual not the religion not the commandments of men. The BloodOfJesus is the real blood that he shed on the Cross of Calvary the post of Jesus. ON the Romans Internet it was www.JesusSaves.Com.Blood the Pointless Pilot smurffed the action then went behind the bathroom tossed up all his cookies lost his function. The COnstant searching of the Knights of the Rounded gave me pause seek becomes find King Arthurs COmputor did not have the same wireless button on mine. Smile you are on CharlaX Camera candid the price of life is death the death of GOD. GOing to a function and remembering his sacrifce will never save you but the realization given to you from the Holy Spirit to once and for all convince you that it is this Jesus Crucified in Jeruselum His Holy City and cast out to SHED his blood on the tTtree of Golgotha the Hill of the Skull it was a place of Death is where this new eternal life comes from. Drinking wine in small amounts and breaking cracker crumbs will not save you but the shedding of the blood of JESUS when he did this was over Two Thousands Year ago this Christmas. Not the formal necktied meetings but the Beaten Dying Lord hangging dripping Blood the blood of Jesus. What he said was WHEN WHEN WHEN you are DOING THIS (meant breaking bread at the meetings and drinking the wine as the sacrificial remembrances) HE then said Remember ME ??? Meaning Jesus. www.shedbloodoncross.com on the older model Snail mail COmputors you wlll not be able to see this. You now need INtel. This may seem humorus to you even fruitless or breadless at least it is wineless but it may seem like sacrilegious but many people use this internet the web is huge and they also need to be saved by the shed BloodOfJesus.

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.

Fangs Of Fire

Devil fangs of fire is only Snake slithers in this winter spitting flames, not the Fire of Jesus Heaven but unholy dregs remains of blue lightening flames forgotten lore buried power forgotten there below the water line let loose now at the end of time; crawling forth from Stone unable to fly Snake is only Dragon without wings a hated pitiful thing of Fanged Fire slithering; leaving a trail in the snow that no one cares to follow for the prize is not worth the effort of the hunt. In this day of instant pleasures constant treasures who would bother Snake is nearing crackling now with Power Fire from Fangs blue forked tongue in twain to lie to you just to scare you. Harmless crawling creature underneathe you , please dont jump.

SnowDay

OUt of snow into the snow back and forth in snow day. I may I maight wish for snow to take a flight. o o o o o o o o snow flaske anagram ed of snow flakes editor went crazy when i typed anagramed and the oooooooo eight Os my bizarro effort to make snow flakes was at the least successful trace. The word is snow enow allow the plow to function I will eat at Joes. Snow poem yes its at least deep mabe deeper by then out of flakes into the feet. I missed the City Trolley FUnction Buss by only minutes I stepped into the twilight zone after dressing in the 60 degree house tent with candles blown and door open I was wet too wet in minutes whats the problem is snow. I got a ride by word of mouth at the gas stationed he was nice he said he wold dropp me at the intersection to the town and when he stopped I missed the door opener and he frowned but he finally found it after grabbing it in the wrong place hisselfen making me certain it was the newer style of truck cluck cluck open up the door chuck get back into the snow such is life in bizarro Colorado. I burned all night. Sleep missing. COld even when inn. Lucky may lucky might please help me make it threw one more lucky night. I am not gonna freeze not to death at least I like to sneeze all alone in the middle of my comfort zoned. I can go home alone come out in the mourning try to all over again try to make it my business to live. I am eighteen I am fourteen I am Fifty Five. I like to listen to a Musick Video without seeing just what they look like it brings into play my reel memory. AHHA hehe look at me I am showing out. Why did they call it that? It must have been on a slow SnowDay.

SaintPetered

Saint Peter paid Saint Paul Listen to the children sing them Christmas songs Caroling outside your Prison walls the window breaks the lightening comes. The Earth Quakes Shepards fall they fake falsetto in there haste to save the lambs. They must save them all. Did Saint Peter walk on water after Jesus was Crucified after the Jesus died? There is not one INstance eye can find. It would be written in the History Book something like this. After Jesus who was Crucified Saint Peter was often fond of being found out at the lake hopscotching barefooted across the water schlepping and dropping one ski in the water. OAR. Or after AD 33 every time a storm comes up at the lake Saint Peter is found there frolocking off the bow of the fishing boat simply out there walking on water. NON. It simply never happened. Neither is it written that he was some Superman challenging the Soldiers slapping guards and taunting men with spears kicking open vault doors like Hercules breaking chains and locks. The Spirit in the Earthquakes was enought. Opening Prison doors is still the Work of GOD. Yes, Jesus Overcomes. BUt iff you took the Puritanical Catholic Church even the Pope to the Crucifix and tried to string him up there would most likely be a Holy War. What was good for old Saint Peter also ended with Saint Paul but not the same for someone like the Pope. Now pride goes down before a fall. Saint Petered.

ACharlaX666Poem

TheAbominableSnowmanofDaniel
Desolation standing in The Holy Place dripping snow off mye boots and wiping eye. Perhaps the Temple in Jerusalem is only the Mosque of the DOME after all. The Dome where NERO once stood with his pet pig perhaps the skunk will sufficeth for eye need to take my pet with me to comfort me. The bible says the head hath a wound that was healed. Perhaps not meaning CharlaX at all. Perhaps only a statue depicting a really ugly man or even a real ugly beast risen from the sea the spitting image of the first beast who is like unto the beast able to rain FIRE down from the heavens upon the Human Cities perhaps even the people will Worship for they do not love themselves and love the evil. This may cause this Image of the beast to actually come to life. The God Mammon and the god Satan combined and dancing together for the first time. Dancing for one last time for all who would not worship this beast and HIS image will be slain. Cast forth from the temple in the rain I hope I can be worthy to be taken then, Mye Crown a forfeit for the real Prince of Life, Jesus Christ.

AgeofCharlaX

When younger then them older and older then the younger then them elder there is youngest stay away from older have the say. Say wisdom to the eldest say wisdom to the older keep wisdom from the younger. You do not have the wherewithall to make completeley a blanket statement like that irrelevant posthumously accepted fixed now into memory for the future generations accountable for your own actions at puberty is usually at age fourteen. Enjoin a fighting Army at age eighteen. Become a drunk at age twenty one. Marry a woman at the age of forty two. Become a poetical genious at the age of fifty five then add them all together to get the AgeofCharlaX done. One hundread fifty years of living crammed into just one lifetime is too much for any man too take half-heartedly it must be seriously considered then redeveloped into consternation of self-disipline of exercise the diet modification into intelligent reversal rereevaluation of the limits of the finite mind. We all age at  differant times. Well now. Thats deep. It depends a lot on your background and upbringing pointofviews. You can not go beyond what you have been taught iff not at the University level likeasto Cornell then perhaps the lessor School of Inventory. Cool. And How. Did you arrive at this conclusion? well sir; I added two and two together. The answer is four unless you are doing the New Math then the answer is five. I am not sure how they arrived at this figure it out later, Chief. AgeofCharlaX.

Violets love

i got a womens a lot of womens that i love but only one that makes me sneeze and sweat and poltergeist the tent i hurry to the edge of wet the snow is there i fly above it i race on top of particles of ice i walk on water every day to find the way to have my woman love me in the middle of my winter wondering landing fish seldom i get many but they fly away before they land the water cold the ice the snow below above both sides the front the back i shudder and i check i open door sometimes the zipper sticks i make the air to warm with candles flickering breath i eat mechanically just to survive the depths of love one word of love from her and back inside to live one more day of love intent on making love the reason i exist last night i heard my pet come to feed at least i knoe that she is breathing and alive i putt out food for her to survive she protects the tent with odors of love my little black and white lover will survive as so will eye think that when someone has love inside they wish eye may eye wish eye might survive now i lay me down to sleep with violets love inside

Babe Lincoln Part Two

Part Two Babe Lincoln 

Part Two

ed,note.ed you bet that Marketting got all excited they then decided to make a Zillion Dollars making candy bars they called them Lincoln Loggs. The wrapper was quite like a real Lincoln Log depicted with them notches where they made them fit together like little Cabin logs out in the yard just playing children way back when they bought them then unwrapped them there was always two pieces of Choclate Candy that fell out it looked suspiciously like them old time Baby Ruths. The young lads used to chew them at the BallPark spit them at the peoples trousers to seem all growed up or just too downhome rude. Back in 1874 when they still made Lincoln Logs and Baby Ruths. Lefty always choked his bat back then but never seemed to get a hit a Swing and then a miss by a mile he then pretended that he missed the ball on purpose letting rumors fly that he was paid by the other team to let them win. Back there in 1874 at Yankee Stadium before New York got them Mets. His namme was Lefty Palisadium OH whats that? OH you probably never even heard of him! It was before your time, mye friend. Before they made the new Lincoln Logg Candy bars for Marketting.

Babe Lincoln Part One

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.

Ruin6ofa6Nation6

Eye died but not a cowards many deaths but only once when they remove my head at some future time when cold sharpened steal shall bite the flesh shall bite this naked neck that is severed from a head that refuses to be numbered as a spinning cog in Satans web wheeled emotions drained a True Jesus Freak beaten one two many times no life left inside of me but hate I do not think that I will even bleed not red but black and blue congealed and already dead against the very idea of Murder as a National Instituted Pasttime. 666 is coming a certain Public Enumeration one flavor over and over consistantly wheat mixed with mutton witness this ruin of this nation just wait untill it actually happens when they all decide to follow after Satan worshipping the beast and the image of the beast instituting Public Executions burning electronic Ndications of 666 enumerations of the Dreaded Mark of the Beast this 666 is coming to be the Ruin Of A Nation.

TheChineseSolution

ThisisCharlaXSceyeinsfiction

WorstCaseScenerio

TheEndOfThisWorldJOE
We the Chinese Red Army have created the largest Society in the world. A fascist regime rivalling Nazi Germany. Our Red Army makes the old SS look a small joke seeming JOE. Our populace however suffering. We want to end the world we have the technology we have two Megatron Bombs we are making your smaller Atomics lloking like kindeling JOE. (Radio)r(over)r we are at 40,000 feet and climbing in a Fjj360CloakingJet and the Sjj360CloakingJet we nammed them that because of your Star Trek programs JOE. The Fjj designation is First jet the 360 innummeration a full throtle looping ability to preform a negative loop to fire fourteen missles seven on each wing with the One Megatron Bomb on the center of the tail spin. MGB releasing only on the commanding of Chinese Emporer litlegod. We only made two of these jets JOE. The Fjj360 and the Sjj360 the S stands for Second jet JOE. The first jet is targetting the south pole the ssecond jet is targeting the north pole. Even your SuperMan can not stop both of them in time. (radio)r(squack)r JOE the second jet the Sjj360 is bieng shott down by the SAC American Jet butt the Fjj360 is still clear. The detonation of teh Megatron will split this Earth World into Two Parts Two Pieces JOE. Just like Science Fiction movie. (radio)r waiting for commanding of litlegod flying and refueling (squack)r Sjj360 looped and gunned down Three Sac Jets but missed the fourth one JOE was destroyed over your North Pole. Fjj360 (radio)r no enemy planes sighted ALL CLEAR sounded holding patteran waiting for commanding of litlegod. Sigh Oh Narrow, JOE, GoodBye, Joe AmeriKa. TheChineseSolution CharlaXSighinsfiction. WorstCaseScenerio Dedication now JOE is too TIM BUCK mye Facebook friend who liked my CityOnMars prose poem so much. Bomb Away. TheEndOfThisWorldJOE. Sayonara.

CharlaX

i just
lost the text document i was working on the text disarreared ahahha im doing a
shorter piece and going back another day for the finisher

Power.

 I could roll my eyes. Putt thinking to the testing. Muddslide down to cover any unwanted guest. Cover them with lurid avid mess. Like Old Testament days. Butt Ochams Razor swings. As the Avalanche below me saves me the Avalanche above me could cover me. Let me live let the people live and perhaps I will draw another day of Power. Power is the continued life. JESUS SAVES. Alive alive oh. All Alive. Prisoner and Jailer. Both Alike. Both Alive. Power.

ed.note.ed Pride of accomplishmeant got before my fall i lost the poem i was working on but this one is so small. Power on.

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

RubberToothCapper

RubberToothCapper
By HashBrowns(TM)(R)A Toledo, OH. Company. We are the newest subdivision offices of Zappersunlimited.com. We are the main repulsive division of the Whirlyfritzerglomeratialsilverplater, Company. NY. NY. Dennis_Dennis acting as President Whirly is still on vacation, time was, people only took two weeks not three. Dennis-Dennis called Donald Plence into the office on the rug. He said it has been two months. Sorry Sir ROnald he said to the Treasurer of the company. You are standing on my rug. He was smug. Ronald shrugged it off. The rubber tooth capper is not a selling item. How can we make it better? ed,note.ed when basic functions change it is harder to do everything basic functions should not change. At this Sir ROnald stepped back OFF that rug and walked up to the desk placing hands in a spread like he was picking up that whole DESK to carry it home with him. We had to buy back the last shipment to Merced Hospital the patients were using too many of them they were using the boxes up so they did a BedPan check and found out where they are showing up. Dennis-Dennis frowned. DO you mean sir??? YES. Poor DOnald frowned as well. They are swallowing them way too many times the patient just points at the tooth usually just after meal time as soon as a meal arrives the Nurses just get another Box of them out and give them a new one ; when they ask for one not understanding where they were going. Rubber is not ever a good thing to swallow. Howsoever so far we have been lucky at the Legal Department. How so said Dennis-Dennis. There have been no fatalities yet said ROnald Plence. I have to make the decision real soon to pull this Item off the open market. I agree said Dennis-Dennis. We can not keep selling an Item that does not work. However I have a new plan A. Dennis-Dennis leaned forward he was all ears. Ronald carefully pulled a RubberToothCapper from the Box on the desk. He placed it over the end of the #2 pencil erasor end. We will NOT pull this item OH NO we will resale them as Pencil Erasor Extendors. Let the Teachors cap the pencil ends of the most nervous students on Testing Days, to keep them from wearing out the test papers and the pencil ends, and saving the life left in the erasor ends. Call them PencilEndCappors. We expect to Gross. At this last statement Dennis-Dennis could only smile. He continued smiling and waived away his agreement turning his hand backword and waving a gesture of dismissal. He went back to his Three Million Dollar Dell computor ; he flipped over another card it was the Jack of Spades he placed it on the Queen of Hearts. And he smiled. GO TO www.pencilendcappor.com.org.ltd to order yours now. OR just use it for a RubberToothCappor.

BuckWheath

BuckWheath

 

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Shakespeare was not a Negroe.

But do thy worst to steal thy face away,
For term of life thou art blackly ebonly mine,
And my facebook life no longer than thy face shall stay this way.
For it depends upon that long long face of thine.

Then need I not to fear the worst of wrong the negro song,
When in the most of them my life hath no dark or blackened end.
I see a better state to me belongs in Alabama in the springtime

Than that which on thy dark side of depression liffting doth depend;
Thou canst not vex me with thy negroid mind,
Since that my life on thy watermelon rind doth lie.
O, what a happy picnic fantasy do I finally do find,
Happy to have thy chicken leg, happy to die!
But what's so blessed-fair that fears no android song
Thou mayst be false white, and yet I know it not. ?

William CharlaX Shakespeare

XC11

XCII

But do thy worst to steal thyself away,
For term of life thou art assured mine;
And life no longer than thy love will stay,
For it depends upon that love of thine.
Then need I not to fear the worst of wrongs,
When in the least of them my life hath end.
I see a better state to me belongs
Than that which on thy humour doth depend:
Thou canst not vex me with inconstant mind,
Since that my life on thy revolt doth lie.
O! what a happy title do I find,
Happy to have thy love, happy to die!
    But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot?
    Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not.
 

 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.

PlusandMinusus

One brave new world the number of the beast not written on my hand or forehead yet but it is there selected in mye laptop case incased in wire and plastic just waiting for the Devil to show his pretty facebook face, ahha no it is not a story about ewe, but PlusandMinusus today. I like a computor to deal with people at there distance the faces comfortable in the book look at the way normal people function on a personal level and the anger and the hate just does not translate to the written page but nice is coming all over me. Beauty is in the eye. Beauty saved in side mye laptop case. Perhaps the thought police are asleep at the controling place. Eye am not lesbian with plastic knees in place of love. A computor is a bizarre machine its programmed to do what it wants not what the user wants it to do like a woman in heat a woman in love my Dell is a butch sometimes always taking my love but never producing desired effects. Watch me come. Beating Beast. Peace exists but I need summer and youngor thoughts to come again the winter is too long the price too steeply up the snowdinhill to be the way it was will come again I wait but not in idleness i PRAY and work and eat to make the function my creator gives to me to break off the broken part pain has lessoned i am smart the bread of life is Mercy come. Time masters man and not the other way round. To desire contact is too much too look and not too touch the brave new face of the world has come and I can hold on to self and touch me all I want. Come too me and love. Everyone I touch Every heart in love. PlusandMinusus.

 
"apotheosis

Head OFF into the SUnset into the next life into the sunset on a horse with a hair trigger on your gun into the next life upon a horse like Roy ROgers on a horse into the next life like EL CID was just an Actor doing Charlston on a stage like Roy ROgers making movies like Ginger ROgers making waves. Like WIll ROgers in his grave his saving Grace, Head OFF. "apotheosis

ACHarlaXParablE

The Gatherer was robbed the sleeping bag burned anger into never leaving as eye write this parable of keeping eye have new ones four sleeping bags and blankets. Replacing what I lost with what i now need for keeping warm. The Moral. Living well is still the best revenge. Poor and needy gets good and braced for living life in winter places. A bird in the bush is worth two handfulls. TAKEN.

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.

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.

HIck DIck DOc

The cowboy thumbed a ride old paint on the ford the river was wide naRRow the pathway to play Othello was Learing King David was glancing the blow drifted off to the side bars have meet the press irony board of directors called the cowboy thumbed in a new magazine clippings of art worked. GO do thou likewise start with a slab of REAL wood make a natural frame place of pictures of wishes all over the face then shellack the whole collage with vanilla bean veneer dried in Spain. Hick up Ole WIld Bill on Holiday DIckory Dackory DOc. The cowboy thumbed a ride. HIck DIck DOc.

ThankYou,Christmas

Thank You Mother for mye life. A Mother, Daughter needing help I almost walked away not seeing how I COULD do anything, the TRUCK was huge a suburban gas guzzeler she was out of petrol thats fuel thats the gas. I was only a small man. I told her mye sob story how the HIghway Patrol would not like me walking on the highway. True story. SHe suggested her MOther was coming with gas and asked me to help move her out of the roadway. I pushed slowly and steadily and carefully moved her into the turning lane where she was not obstructing traffic. Her mother bought and brought the gas then they both gave me Christmas in my hand in my sack a full bag of needy items quite probably the Candles given may have saved my natural life. Now they will remember me. Thank you Ladies for mye CHristmas Time. I only asked her for Candles when it was over I had a BAG of goodies from the MOther. The girl gave me some Money. So did the Mother I was carefull to tell them both about it so not to seem too greedy it was love at first site for them both. CHristmas given to the poor and the homeless CHarlaX. Happy CHirstmas in Durango.

 

likeability

like ability two normal words but you have just crossed over into the charlax zoned. There are rules in English Grammer iff followed and applied to Prose would severely limit likeability. A rose rhymes with any old ose. They told me to add a hyphen to like-ability. Butt, I can never find it on the Keyboard in time to add it to the texture. Besides how would this look likehyphenability non non non. A rose in prose is close to generous is close to grandious but usually falls short of delicious and is not edible. What excites mye poem and mye poetry is this likeability. I like to write prose. I like to make up true stories for mye friends. I found a ziplocked bag of Christmas cokkies. The icing looks like creatures dancing in the Snow. OH. I just ate a Raindeer. ROadkill is legal tender in Colorado. Butt, CharlaX choses to pass it on to pass it bye let someone else have those ELK stakes. I just cooked a burger Patty )wink) in the bean can over a candle flame, please dont laught it was a much more normal portion, Whay I would never cook a Whole Raindeer in this Manor. A rose bye any othere namme twold smell as sweet as any other flower. Wait, oh sorry. It was supposed to rhyme with likeability. This has been a true story Prose made up entirely with likeability and finally rhyming with a rose.