2013 Haiku

2013 Haiku 

Per Capita Surcharge
free human bean scrimmage game
end of all time 2013 

COWBOY Haiku

SOlar POwer LapTop

SOlar POwer LapTop

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sniff sniff sniff

sniff sniff sniff

as the crow flies fair to middlin dark of the moon pinch of salt bury the seeds deep or wipe them off on the blanket lays my love

my love is like the electricity eye use in my city to function as Tom Waits sings all her favorite songs

the things we think are love

the worry and the fear for the other

she must never know the hunger of my lust

the night is long and eye am longer in this day

eye am like a boy needing her hand on me

the substitute is mine and eye play and dream of her

she is the reason eye succumb

she is my succubus

and eye her Cupid

invisible we wrestle

anywhere she dreams we can be

a waste she has defended me

she knows this is the heart of a man

a wasteland of love

false hopes and dreams turn into hope

a kiss a kiss a kiss

sniff sniff sniff

Time has come today (version one)

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Time has come today
Hair shirt is on my wrist radio dick traced the call to the bordello hello aint you cute you pie full of cherries cut in half my new ®Extender™ at full throttle eye made it inside the lieberry is so nice and quiet will it last this is a long day it is Wednesday the lieberrian is so good lookin in her glasses and jeans the new Time®Extender™ looks just like a cell phone and does not actually stop time but adds time to every second making your day much longer then it should be now
A poem  while eye have the
The boss passed the men working grabbed his accelerator and began digging in to the side of the tunnel like a madman doing more work then all the men had done together all day long so far he slammed the accelerator down and turned off the digging machine then sneered at all the man but one was a woman she picked up the accelerator and began to dig across from the boss had done and suddenly she walked out of the hole he had started on the other wall. Very impressive he smiled. Wish all you men were women now. 

Amellican pullican get your off of me on me off of me on me off off off back dangerous foe meat for the belly belly is for the meat both of us shall die cast in the teeth the meat hangging like a shard of flower petal dangling like a participle from the edge of a black boarded upp forgotten memory of Time Bring to Socrates more wine

Time has come today

MOving COwboy

Moving Cowboy

Moving Cowboy

do ewe remember when the cowboy movie was the hay day back in the day thing everyone became a movie star everyone became a cowboy in the hollywood movie they made zillions of old western movies they paid actors to star who were useless as cowboys they used them for bad guys you knoe the type they made them the sherriff and the deputy and the posse was full of cute men riding to glory just to get the women in the boxoffice buying tickets all of it for money Audio Murry and Rudeolfo Scott Key Billy Savage and Doc Haliday real men could not stand these romantic fellows getting kisses from the actresses meant for me poor me no  kisses on the street no one suggested that eye ever be a drug store cowboy or a hollywood actor men on the screen doing a bad job never meant eye should take over show them how its done dripping macho from my fingers pistols hangging from my belt cross draw rig and left hand shooter waiting to be used this is for my lady she who mostly  misses me why is sex so bad a thing to be a cowboy would be better no eye am teasing you it is better to be a dog tied unto the living then to be a dead unmoving cowboy buried under his horse mixed up religion runs its course in me there is safety in more love eye am not an Ape MOn ; Key the musick  make it seem religious sexy to my fault soul barred from real women doing time in fast New York she does the three minute smile when you say that Moving Cowboy

Re Publishing

Re Publishing

failure after the first few successes it is only failure where is the fanfare eye desire where is the lieberry book upon the shelf for them mexicanas to see my namme in lights the few online things working for me offset by the fish that swaned away they do not like poor homeless people on the internet or is it my religion could it be they dont like jesus or the combination lock of both those things decievers promises pulling all my resources out of me iff eye made a  mapp of the United States then placed an X upon those States the ones eye cannot live there anymore there would be a large number mostly southern states for eye have never been much upp north of the masonic dixons those people who lay bricks in stone edifices and offices of purple ivy hanging outside on the walls Re Publishing my free things wll last virtually forever on the world wide web how can you tell someone who does not get online just what they are missing these windows on this world we have our love incased inside small boxes waiting to be sent with numbers for a namme true love is like the vision of the forgotten pain of jesus as he danced before the romans as he carried the heavy burden of his cross eye carry my laptop eye carry my laptop for you my heart incased in electric housing of plastic made in Chinese places in the snow iff this does not ever prove my love as least of all it does then try to understand how much eye really do love you its more then any fear eye have my poetry is free all my online things are free no paypal for me no credit card or plastic jesus will you see :) ) let them eat cake in three car garages eye will stay homeless :((((( thinking no one really loves me hate is much to closely installed next to the love button inside the heart eye cannot find the switch to turn either of them off the side of the world is where eye should just leap like a dead fish into the water of time iff this sounds like eye am crying it is only Re Publishing most people have a friend inside the prison walls some people have a friend her faulty thinking comes between them she sees lies in poets eyes she sees prosperous as the color of the man he has green money for his backyard plan too bad some people see things so differntly they miss the most important idea of just being a friend without adding to the money that they have or what eye believe she is really doing they call it smoozzing huddling with the rich masses of black poets who use gutteral languages using rapp and cursing making rhymes of unutterable usages making real poets shudder and feel worthless why do women like the limelight missing real true puppy love eye refused to black out oklahoma on the map of xes it iiis one of those places where eye only visited and might go back Canada is there the big black run off in the dark where they make Potatoes Idaho is marked eye did not want to hit INdiana by mistake you see i love Potato Flakes and Corn but the secret of oklahoma is the reason eye was borne in the desert full of purple flowers torn from my hand the wind holds the secret word for you polite society has no idea what a man might do for love or for Re Publishing 

Winners Losers Draw

Winners Losers Draw

some people win hands down they win the brass ring every time they play they win the game they win they win they win

some people lose

every time they lose every time they play the game they lose the game

some people Draw

this is silly  but its fun

they draw pictures

they draw guns

the people who drew pictures won

the people who drew the guns

they were the losers

the important thing to remember is what they always say

it is not how you play the game

but you must win

you do not want to be the loser kid

the gold is harder then the  silver the third place ribbon does not ever get received with warmth and taste

but the  painters of the pictures were remembered more in history of the human race then the killers who drew the guns and died mostly in disgrace

Draw a picture with your words

The Last Poem It could Be

The Last Poem It could Be

by Charles Robert Hice on Wednesday, August 8, 2012 at 10:36am ·


The Last Poem It could Be

OR

is my fuller brush so stiff

The Fly is as thick as a thief on Sunrise

The belly of my enemy is full of Gin again they drink the stolen funds they stink in this heat they smell like alcholic drama queens they merley act like normal people but they are getting meaner by the drought they bought  the Ballistic mention of the dimensions  of my missive peacock will please my bunder under the moon we rock and eat the breaded rolls the kisses sweeter then the wine she drinks alone eye find the time to write this poem could be the last one ever done on time the nerve of the drunks they make the sun hide itself it is a little behind the cloudy skidding sky the light confusing diffusing into the splintering day time eye dine in the comfort of the air the beauregard  in my hand iff only eye were not in public the strokes of the painting brush your lips my sinful thrusting your edifice trembles like a chicken eating peas for a supper dish lost in the time it must take them to serve the diner closed. Sitting in high cotton smelling like a rose. Working my soft repose to a milky way response a knee jerking dance of love. Making mention of you in my last will and testament eye suppose you will be the one to keep my love you always had it and you will never lose it after all is said and done the things we thought were life but they were nought they were not life they did not last they went away a poem within a poem

Anchient Child

old man full of days bearded wisdom seen above

child of grace full of life yet slain

immortal sacrifice

clay vessels needing love

we should be ashamed that god

needed to prove to us his love

Jesus this is The Last Poem It could Be


to thine own self be true

BUM

BUM

BUM

and what will you be lttle boy when you grow up and did anyone say eye wish to grow up to be a  BUM ?

describe your job please what is it that you do a description please

This is a paroday this is a BUM speaking

eye panhandle money from honest people they would never give me any but eye beg eye lie and tell them its for food then eye buy booze and smoke

when eye run out of cigarettes and cigars eye hunt snipe

eye play dress upp at night

big huge red necks but nothing butt a belly sagging down nothing down below the belt iff you catch my drift not a real real man butt one of them is usually missing half the brain incase eye did not mention rude is what they do they get in face and punch the words at you refusing to believe the shifting sand dos not smell the same for them the same for you BUTT UPP MEE they say it carefully what can you do when the bum he comes just to annoy you his visit done it lingers like a song played in the background the unmitigated gall of BUM as he surrounds the person here you need a bus pass for the bus give to me only twenty cents and you can ride instead of walk it makes me wonder where he got such a prize find and he still wanders needing twenty centavoes eye just do not contribute to the panhandler needing beer it is so shallow a see threw idea elephant sits on his breasted wing awaiting the arrival of the BUM never in the History of this country has the Hierarchy been so removed from the Populace agrees the ones in charge need to Rule the poor need to be hidden from the street packed in green and brown packages of Solyant cans as human beans for all the rest of this if this dont bother you must be among the ruling class and money is your god god god the 666 is thine you BUM

The Last Planet

The Last Planet

Pluto is gone it was shot down by the Queens and Queers in charge of changing the history of this planet remains in the young  children taught by the back in the day people will tell the new generations the truth yes there was once a Pluto planet children before the idiots got in charge of this one the ice is green on Pluto they see the earth as a green buccle full of green green grass  a home on the horizon lost in the fillters of the atmospheres they did not notice mye existance missing nothing with the electric eye they rove space like a backdoor garden picking items randomly they missed the earth the green green grass of eden marred bye the blood of the roman sacrifice of jesus the narrow view despondant how stupid of religion hating aliens and even angels sent from heaven to preach jesus how do we knoe the Plutonions are not forgiven they may have had a similar religion some sort of god sacrifice for sin a jesus on pluto preaching love and non  violence was he welcome there or not they killed him as surely as we did our own woe woe be to the inhabitation of the earth when jesus comes home to the green green grass of earth of the green green ice of pluto as they watch 

written on a stoney heart

written on a stoney heart.odt

written on a stoney heart

once replyed xoxo

hugs and kisses

rule the heart

no words convey

the reasoning is lost

tis faith my dear

tis faith my only love

<3

Homeless 58

Homeless 58

Drunk talk

what did you say what did you mean to say just now your drunk no one can understand you you said this three times and we still do not get this what did you say try talking without that bottle in your lip

the drunk pulls another beer from his back pack the woman leaves to sit on other places less occupied bye drunks

homeless talk

flys land on my food misquitoes bite me on my hands and arms my face exposed to gnats and bugs the ants bite me in my private places the rash for the heat is getting to me hard to walk my back hurts from carrying all my gear again eye have two bags of wool they say wool gathering when someone is only thinking they are not really gathering wool they are only lost in thought the clothes get old they have to be replaced eye carry changes but they never last one day in the heat and my sweat makes me the same smelling person every time at least they knoe me when they see me coming so they can now avoid me the women who are friendly soon leave me when they discover there is no money why is kisses so high priced why wont she kiss me for her need not price why is she so hurt and angry just because eye am poor eye am rich in other ways my shirt is dry my food is found the hat is new the shoes are round my feet have socks that last another week just let me please get some of the money that eye need to replace my broken screen the monitor is gone the pack is heavey with my next change of clothes the birthday food eye found and scrounge the laptop broken to give you light in poetry you do not get the smell of living poor just the words of the poem we all do the best we can some more then others some of us sober redeeming the time with words written this is HOmeless 58

Miracle Fish

Miracle Fish

eye spent some money in the store for fish in a can its makeral can it smells strong strang for fish eye kept the can inside the bag and did only open the beans so eye decided to pray to the Lord upp above the Jesus one and then eye did a bad thing eye wanted the money eye spent returned unto me but lo and behold the Lord Answered my prayer HIS way is not our way of Money to be had but a man walking near me in the park stopped and saw me looking in a bag it was left there with a soda POP you guessed it there was bread inside the sack and he said Fish and eye said what did you say ??? he was holding out the styrofoam tray and as he left he said he had gotten it today ??? the fish was a Miracle to me a little undere done to my liking but it never made me sick perhaps they cook them that way upp in Heaven. Eye am near tears here penning this and happy God has given me fish perhaps the next time eye will remember to ask for food for it can come without the Money paid from me and now you must be Happy two for in reading this you took some time out of your life for me and my Miracle Fish.

pork belly futures

pork belly futures


pork belly futures


the very first mistake you make is thinking other people listening to you are the same as you you think because you drink they drink because you preach they preach because you fight they fight you think the world is just like you because you stink inside you harbor hate you relate to the size of the worm you even slink slowly away from people not willing to be a burden in a effort to appear normal what is normal about a snipe hunter a man who sucks nicotine and wants it so badly he rolls the paper in a book ripping pages apart in an effort to get a free smoke he picks up butts upon the street not meant to be consumed by him he multiplies his sin then sins again a man repeats his lies then lies in his bed then lies again his want is the future his need belongs to him his belly full of pork his aim off some most people settle just for fish and chipper even charlax has a pork belly future

facebook document

facebook document

real life interferes with facebook your phone interferes with real life you must get facebook open now most of you still get online with a laptop turn your phone to buzz

Hello everyone who loves me this is CharlaX eye get online on a Dell computor thankzx to Micheal the laptop Angel

POKE POKE POKE then notifications come someone looked at a poem someone looked at a picture someone posted a link its time for facebook oh so nice a thing the phone is charging so eye can see the time later eye hope the apps work today so i can send my friends the gifts they have it messed upp apps opening but not disclosing love to see what your friends are posting just go to the news feed most things show upp here your wall will not show much a few games some of your friends sent gifts update your status this is the most important piece everyone loves status too bad it scrolls away when other things are posted we need a pinned static status that stays there all the day thank  you facebook for the inbox for the chat box for the wall thank you most of all for letting friends add upp for letting postings fill my wall the women oh so pretty the men so very wrong the items eye must go to the items eye must miss facebook is the place to stay all day the stress is unreleased the friends need me they simply need me here to be one more link to the world online we need more poetry we need more facebook document

A Sober Reflection of Jesus

A Sober Reflection of Jesus OR Why did eye write ewe poetry Bye CharlAX


by Charles Robert Hice on Monday, June 25, 2012 at 12:06pm ·




A Sober Reflection of Jesus


OR


Why did eye write ewe poetry


Bye CharlAX

The AX is a symbol of the Cross of Jesus


eye made my first poem a paroday to see my homeless situation and to see iff eye could write poetry when my first efforts failed misearably only after my crude beginning not at all what eye envisioned as my ability failed to congeal into accepted mainstream poetry eye met a lady called her ewe and some success became mine until she tired of my whine the poor me syndrome of my incoherent mess became my new stYle which finally became prose poems eye made beginnings filled with ideas then finished them off with endings but never normal they did become something of a burden to her eye think the female aspect of a sheep has never thrilled her she might sleep better knoeing eye never see her wool over the top of her insanity is not bred into people it is usually an individual apart meant from his family is gone and normal full of sports and flag waving beer drinking days full of GLory gone from me my patriotic pride is dead like poetry is dead like poems is dead unless you write of murder morder dread like all the famous people did now dead is what the Ladies want instead of summers end they would bring back winters Lair imprison me a gain eye did some Jesus poems lelt me say a freak a sober freak has come in place of one the many android makes the poetry now eye am in the  middle of the end of time and a drought of poems as begun to solidify nothing coming forth that eye would consider posting but the love for her is still inside it is eternal like my Jesus stuff and so after this A Sober Reflection of Jesus eye am sure to make more poetry consider this a summer break and not the end of poems come did POE write poems every day of his existance is there any evidence he did not break for summer to reflect his own existance eye who am sober must now do the same cry woe woe woe to poetry woe woe woe to poems assuredly Poe did so reflect on Poetry

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een eye love you

een eye love you

een eye die

een eye love you

een the love from you

een the love

keeps me alive

The Flowers Secret For NPM April 31 2012

The Flowers Secret
For NPM April 31 2012

The Flowers Secret
For NPM April 31 2012
The Flower has a secret no man can find it out he pulls and prys the petals in his haste to get this out the secret spills away from him and hides its secret snout no man can knoe the secret of the violet no man can find it out the petals grasp and hold the sky the odor of the perfume keeps the flower pure the color draws the eye and yet the secret is not found in math the flowers do not grow in triangles and rectangular shapes they flow in round the roots digging into the earth to get the food and to just hold on when the wind is blowing hard the violet never does give up but life holds on the secret finally found the secret is the love a flower has it is hidden in the flowers life

April be Twenty ONE

April be Twenty ONE

Free white and twenty one is wrong when the neighbor hood is wrong the mexican army won the Alamo was wrong they took one look at this old homeless and they found ways not to give me service eye am not dirty as some of the winoes go and eye am not clean and white as some of the people in the cars look much worse then me but they judge people here by the color of the skin its indiscrimination and its true you have to look like them before they love you they did not even speak to me at all the first place eye went they acted like eye was invisible so eye got no What a Burger not even a chance to order then eye went back to the Churches CHicken across the street and they had no fish but not only that they will not change the condiment on the chicken sandwich eye ordered eye actually ordered the combo and got told no mustard NO MUSTARD under those pickles NO not at all what had eye ordered and so eye left she had not paid attention to me at all and eye will not stand in such a place and repeat repeat myself my self it aches eye was so hungry looking at all the menu food but nothing was ever given to me and eye had money to pay but somehow they do not love me here in San Antonio you must have darky skin and plenty tattoe mister clean. The last place was Jack in the Box the girl almost let me buy the combo but she left me just before eye finished ordering she was in too much of a hurry and so eye did not finish how dare she do this to me and out the door eye went cussing angry almost crying in frustration. To the HEB market where eye got a can of corned beef hash and a can of pinto beans eye hope this makes my skin darker and eye look more like the mexicans here so eye can order food someday hungry now in San Antonio its only another homeless day of April be Twenty ONE

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eye am Bowie ; Jim

eye am Bowie ; Jim

The Original Bowie Knife

a description taken from reading the facts

charlax is reading this then making his own description

then we will go to the Alamo

Bowie’s Knife

eye am Bowie ; Jim James Black made new ones but the one he handed me did not fold up like a pocket knife like the Mexicans carry down south of me they hide them not wanting to fight with everyone they meet my knife was a little over 9 inches long and almost 2 inches wide in the widest point and sharp honed a fighting blade to help me keep my life in real fights on the Frontier. They were wooden handles not Bone and eye held more then one and kept at least two of them on me at the Alamo at all times. When Colenal Travis pulled his sword and dug the line of embarkation eye pulled both my blades and waved them in his direction eye tell you that man gave me a Devils look then softened his gaze when eye begged the men to lift up my cottan bed and carry me over the line they carefully lifted me up and over we went then they set me down and eye waved both my Bowie knives. Travis only frowned surely he was sorry at this loss of life but Proud yes Proud that all of us will fight to keep our Country freedom is the Key and every mothers son available for America was won this way Men fighting impossible odds in battle Falling to death to save her land for those who come after them there were about 14 mexicans in the first wave of them they caved the door inside my bed eye lay eye could only kill one of them so both my blades hit him in the Chest he was surprised for he shot me and expected to win it was the others behind me at least three of them fired into me at close range and eye knoe that eye was a goner but my Death eye figured held some kind of Honor. Just sorry my being sick almost kept me from it the day Travis did his Sword trick in the dirt eye could not even walk is why it happened this way but sick or not even unregulated men will fight to serve with SOldiers shoulder to shoulder or abed and besieged. eye am Bowie ; Jim.

Hice

Hice

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Hice, 

Hice

handwritten from the little notebookmy new Hispanic friend read thishe speaks of delirium and decayand makes it become fantasythis is for himSelf DescriptadjectiveA Library (lieberry) is full of books they cover upp the words is what we use to read the Story Chapters and the Verse the beginning has a middle and the end.From the firs tpoem ever written you will never see the last self descriptadjective is my best one kept for Jesus as eye rest, Rudyard Kiplins stripling lad the Gunga DInn a water boy a better man then eye a Mexican from Mexico or Spain a Jesus man who drinks he smokes he even tokes his self discriptadjective he stones his bone he has his drunk religious bones and yet who am eye to judge this man has fed me solid food while eye can only steal his food not repay my mood is one of acceptance listen and receive this as iff Jesus gives me from this drunk will argue his religion frevor  seems misplaced so why obey some from of Law replaced with Grace perhaps the Jewish Sabbath Day falls on our American Wednesday no He smiles it is on Saturday what matter what is the matter iff drunk and full of more then mere religion everyone has a bananna everyone has something that they must have they place it first in mind in heart in soul so black in need of sin and yet please carry food again come back to me my Mexican GUnga Dinn you Jinn from Old Mexico or Spain. My old freind.

The Jesus Freak

The Jesus Freak

The Jesus Freak

eye walked to the center of the city sqaure in the middle of the city eye began to shamy belly mye tattoe was the original tattoe green my huge thing is jesus preaching on the orange crate eye stand orate my heavens business as eye dance my boots longing to go walking my eyes cryeing at the gestures and the smoking and the drinking in the crowded doorways all the homeless singing Jesus Freak the song eye told them of heavens highway how he walked there from Gethsemane eye told them he is the Rose of Sharon on the highway out of Rome you can get there on any homeless road when they refuse us service in the fast food places when they move you from the open doorways in the rain now you must go eye told them Jesus slept. Jesus slept. Charlax wept. How he walked into the nowhere to be free. Just like us just like ewe just like me we wish to be the Jesus Freak the homeless and the rich the love and the found and lost and the sick the lame and the blind and the wondering and wandering minstrails and the wayside preachers the minstrials and the outright lost and homeless Jesus freaks will find him past the city past the gates past the killing and the hate past the useful mess they made you will find the heavens gate and how my heart did flutter in my haste and how eye danced and how eye preached this homeless Jesus Freak relates took the beatings took the hate took the shame of Jesus on my face my body broken in my haste to be the orignal green belly tattoed Jesus Freak The Jesus Freak today

NOstalgia

NOstalgia

NOstalgia

Life was a small color television set in the living room of a small town middle america when life was young and mother was around and love was still found STOP past is gone now no time for NOstalgia eye am day to day existence is homelessness my life a mess where is my forgivenness eye feel so bad most of the time is spent not giving in to my tendency to suicide the truth hurts that life seems a total waste of time it hurts my pain is broken bones and nerve endings gone wrong CHRONIC pain is often dealt with in the Hospital with Medicines but my funding is severe poor remedies at best my life is still the mess no power here no flag waving at my home no pride no love inside my wasted bones protrude into my flesh it hurts to be alive my head not usable for work for poems and for poetry instead of money and fame eye dead eye dead the words engraved for all who whittle time away to read eye am not completly destitute eye have my institution well in hand the constitution lining the bird cage of the rich the clothing and the food eye need all in all not a bad way to end a life by living dead and making rhyme my poem is my life why do any of you see the strife the storms dumped rain near me and now the key is life the words we write and speak why does any body see the difficulty to be me tripping on my fingers typing of my lost and sordid past is now my life today NOstalgia

SIX ONE SIX TWO SIX THREE

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SIX ONE SIX TWO SIX THREE

SIX ONE SIX TWO SIX THREE

sea green peas in cans of solyant brown and green again against the gristle from the meal might be my poor Uncle Tom the Cabin boy is gone or Remus the rabbit bone was hard with barbs like bone sticking in my mouth just glad eye did not swallow it living poor and all alone this accident decided me to write this tome a poem a pome a incidental mess made in the field they love the green and brown of peas in pod cans cans of pods chopped with choppers chopping chipping chirping people not included exclude the people from the peas let them not be found in cans of green and brown of solyant peas poor Uncle Sam stop including victims of the war torn strife in the pea split soup the noise is definitely defiantly deafing me give me lots of cow products from the sea horses let the read mete out the words of justixposition north then south then west then east lima bean porknbean baked bean white tasteless bean human bean left out. Fill in the blank little boys and girls please do not add my Uncle ___ to the can of Solyant Peas. Now count with me to Six One Six Two Six Three

Spilt INfinitive Split INfinite

Spilt INfinitive

Split INfinite

 

Milk gets old in the creamer you are in a 24 hoour Restaurant do not add this to your coffee drink it seperately and rather quickly then hide the coffee in the cupp with your mustachio so they will not see it is only black and you will soon discover love only iff you straddle the fence vote both tickets walk on the creek bank your money in your pocket only spend it for your needs live your lifetime to be mended like a poets dreams is there any thing new under the sun shine sally forth find that job pay threw the nose gay and happy is the lifelong dream of a poet in the street is not a beggar unless he needs seems to rhyme with thought or bought or boughs of green green grasses down home kindling laid to rest in urns of wages wars will stop the peace will come the final resting place is undecided election office bored rooms full of shuffling feet nerves at fever pitch a ball and a strike one to nothing in the inning is the windup and the stretch it is Golden Gardner in the last leg against them all fall down the London Bridge is used in Snooker the Pool is where the water lies. Near the taciturn users where the door jambs open close open close all day long is the shadow and short is the hump back fish is good with fries perhaps you should just Kethcup to the eye now you should see me smile. Oh good lord eye spilt the milk and split goodbye.

Old Shoes and No Shoes and New Shoes

Old Shoes and No Shoes and New Shoes

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Old shoes are made to malfunction they glue them at the HOrse Hide factory they intend them to come apart when you are jogging in place on the Tennis Court see her face when the sole drops off onto the clay court is fouled with solyant green messages when she cusses the Nike crowd out to the edge of the green there is one animal seen with those expansive dollar sign Nike on his feet he is a Tiger in the Woods and in the bed he rules them all the Queens wear only threads on facebook tell us to buy smart and so we try again to get those cheap imports but only then we lose them to the chewing gum on sidewalk sticks and tears the soles of cheap glue tennis shoe comes off and everyone is poor there is no middle classic income lasting wear beyond me the Nike gets them robbed just like the 501 Jeans the hidden ganger class rules the City fast as you can say the Joker comes and takes them off your feet and sells them to get cheaper ones to wear they fall apart on poorer classic feet tell it this way what was eye trying to say in so many other words they still sell inferior products to the people with fewer money the rich pay a higher asking price a one time fee for polished goods they last a good long time it has been this way since the Romans built the Seven Hills Market Place. Tell me now its not the way they do it with everything its the Brand New Name on the can of SOlyant Green Hu Man Beans that makes it worth the price is steeped in Tea leavings chased down the sidewalk on the side streets those $666.xx Nike they glow in the dark shining in the headlights give it upp cracker boy take them off give them to the THIEVES that drive in the Hood they yearn them. Eye leave with this one thought the gum the gum the gum shoe is the one that lasts keep sticking tape and gum where sole is leaving upper canvas and soon so very soon you will have to get more money to get the new old no shoes.

EGO

EGO

EGO

every good omen

ego statistical

eggs gone omelet

entire gregarious overviews

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elevate giant overshoes

enchilada green omega

ego is the pride you never gave up to Jesus

ego is the self predication or predilection

ego is the false idea that you matter to others

ego is the advancement of society madness to the point that money is a lesser god ruling the streets and the avenues and stores you have to be working to get a job you have to be someone with a phone to call your own ego overblown egg head on the phone walking in a circle of your own making losing signal space in transitory race with time the martian rocks fell meteoric into the sea specifically Doctor Leather is phoning out sounds suspiciously like Shaving Lather is foaming out try it and phonetically when the iron ore is red and the dust of martians tread the treadle making beds of industry let me tell you all my theory of the universe for eye knoe how suns are formed and planets made and life goes on in other worlds and other words of time the ego and the Odyssey of love for the devil is lofty he rules he rules he rules 666 he wishes to rule the heavens as well as the worlds the reason the rocks have fallen in Morroco near Spain the Martians are sure the North Africans will wish to study them to see if there is a Spanish Connection to Mars. It should be investigated to see iff the Martians have invaded earth them suckers are not very tall they may be crawling out of all those old rocks now. Eye had a vision of them swimming across the Spainish divide to Spain at least they will speak Hispanic there will be someone there able to understand them. Que Pasa y Martian  ? Eye am a poor Illegal Alien from Mars do you grok water next month will be my Valentine do you grok kissing do you grok love ?

PREAmbuleaStory

PREAmbuleaStory

PREAmbuleaStory

My Buddy

composite ed.note.ed this is several differant personalities around me

He is so dumb he called his own phone number when it buzzed he answered it then he had a bad tooth it was BLUE and he had to charge the minutes then he pulled the wrong tooth not the bad one but the good one beside himself he is so sorry that it happened. He said he drinks and smokes pot because people are mean they chase him around and he has to call 911 then the police do not like to give him the ride home and he does not like to pay his tickets one at a time he waits for more that way he can pay all four at once. He lives in spite of all he does. He tried to spell SPurs on his phone and it would not let him it kept giving him spell check he said it was wrong though eye told him several times he spelled it with two Rs and it was supposed to be a Basketball. JOnes is so stupid. He is doing someone elses Income Tax Returns so he said and he cant sign the papers but he will get $$$$400. He is so hung over he told me he would see me on New Years Day and that was on January Ninth. He was showing me his phone and found the facebook app good for him but please dont call charlaxandroidoneseven on your Hound Tooth phone. He was going to get me a charger for my phone but told me it would have to wait he got kicked out of the house for being there again. He is such a sad sack My Buddy in TeXas. ed.note.ed CharlaX is editing this is unheard of a few a very few poems have additions or comments a list make it a listing

one the person across the wayside who shook his fist at eye two the person who curses told me to Get outta here like he had the certain right three to the one he should not have went there without a reason must be a case of mistaken to the two he cursed me three times before each time eye cuss him just to let him knoe he is not the God of where eye go then there is four the Buddy at the door who got his Lieberry Card with the printed Lease good Show them this PREAmbuleaStory

666 eye seen

666 eye seen

666 eye seen

it began when you were born they typed a number on your arm or on your face the human race began to take a toil upon your soul the 666 is marked into your pocket and your name is just disgrace one more mouth to feed one more space to find for you should not have been born into this Family who lives for Wine and fun. From the cradle (Birth) of Civil to the End of the World (Death) they have marked you with your Peers in mind and factoids follow you a miss demeanor all your life intact and saved but no one looks at records not a Felon they ignore the people eating books and small religions are not famous in the Barrio they only follow music and the dopes. YOU (God) Jesus made me march among the men but eye was never one of them eye would never shoot my weapons of destruction just to get my supper AT the last one you broke bread and passed out the wine is a gift and not to be so drunken apes walk on there nuckle sandwiches for gluttons head is broken teeth decay but eye will my Jesus someday in the midst of poverty in the midst of despair is where we find our God today. Find him first in hunger and an empty cup the Holy Grail is neither wine nor Bread but Ghost filled body facing Death our God still gives us life Amen. 666 eye seen

IFF

Little Bytes of Everything

Little Bytes of Everything

IFF by RudYard CharlaX Stripping

IFF.....

CharlaXKipling

IFF ewe may earn your head when all about ewe Are losing theirs and blaming it on ewe, If ewe can love your charlax when all men doubt ewe will be able too, But make allowance for their doubting too; If ewe can wait for eye and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too close at this gift ghost, nor talk to wisdom laying: If ewe can dream - and not make dreams your masterman; If ewe can think - and not make thoughts your aiming; If ewe can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same with laughter; If ewe can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knativity to make a trap for smarter women, Or watch the things ewe gave your life to, living, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools and giving all your heart to eye: If ewe can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss the dice, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If ewe can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in ewe Except the Will which says to mye special heart: 'Hold on!' If ewe can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, ' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch, if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with ewe, but only this one loves too much; If ewe can fill the sixty second minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, at least the part of it you actually own And - which is more - you'll be a WoMan, my internet penpal my love and mye Lady friend!

OK eye winn this is so good eye had this idea today and found eye had already penned this is still a Classic Remake and eye will keep it and reprint it ed.note.ed some time is saved for games