Day30ComplationNPMpoempoetry

Day30ComplationNPMpoempoetry

First poem ever written was homeless needing address to get mail has been a problem every chinch charlax has fallen past the crack into the non persona the Animal farm and the 1984 is still the year we lost our freedom all the dead of war all the veterans died in vain for there is no freedom left it is not the way to deny religion and persecute my name you lost religion and so you became the people we were fighting are now in charge of killing all the christians that they find in hiding all the children of the unwashed unsaved poor among them only home owning gas guzzling money pouring into banks the dollars adding up in hoarding Nazi wearing badges shooting guns in charge of freedom unaware of changes being done every word has every written recorded into the head of the proverbial pin where ten thousand angels dance upon the poetry and they laugh down at what the poets wrote they smote the killers with revenge with hope and with the rhymes they made us hope a better world without the war and words of wind they bind the life upon the tree and they crucify me when they kill my poetry when they insist on money as the god no shirts upon the feet of poor needing bread in the lines of poverty we find bare feet the need to eat and the pitiful suffering of our religion no one will refuse to die when murder is the ruler of mankind take all the time and drop it in the ocean brine the number not my name the six six six the coming bane profane as charlax writes a compilation what will rhyme with poetry not MY NAME as eye still type upon the crinkled page as flowers fade as flowers fade into my name
Day30CompilationNPMpoempoetry

Day29churchrealestate

Day29churchrealestate

Non stop they talked they sell houses and they are a preacher and his son
They fill in the blanks with cuss wordings and stuff
The people they talk about may attend the church services and they are fluff
They have more money then King Midas ever saw
They all get on the hush hush dont use my name keep this quiet kind of thing
We will tape the Services this sunday to get more sheep to buy our houses this does not compute for me it was too much
Charlax is still sick at heart from hearing this guff
Pros and cons and they dont want gangsters living close to the fire stations they will shoot them up and get the law involved
He said DO not tell anyone about this meeting
And HE SAID I only ever tell them YOUR NAME
And He Said NO dont tell them nothing this time
Leave me out of it
And He said WHY
And he said Keep this on the HUSH HUSH
Making money on the nail torn hands of Jesus is enough to get my goat riled up enough is enough and it sort of proves me right about real estate is a bad business and what about CHURCH
Steeple people sheeple when a PRIEST makes a fortune kicking people out of condominiums what will the really poor people do
A tenting a tenting a camping eye go
To the rich eye cant relate
Day20churchrealestate

Day28HalfMoonNPM

Day28HalfMoonNPM

Charlax toons
The moon is only half empty and the moon is half full in the night it shines the light is on bright it is a reflective light from the sun and it works against the moon and bounces off for us to see all everyone can see the moon at sky at night and when the real sun screams from the morning light in the sky at the moon it turns white and gives less light until sometime in the day it sets away and the sky is the sunlight in other words is is the moon at night and the moon at day at bay time it goes away just before the dawn the ocean swells up and puffs the waves make harder noise they crash and billow and the wind blows them choppy seas is the tide from the moon it pulls the water from the Ocean to the sand the beach they reach out but eye escape to write to rhyme the words you see the moon is what you see the moon is gone but only hidden from the sun at night the sun will set and the moon will come and shine but only Half a moon the other half is mine
Charlax writes upon the moon
Day28HalfMoonNPM
Charlax toons

Day27APRILNPMcharlaxwrites

Day27APRILNPMcharlaxwrites

Sounds alike

In the state of OHIO lives the poetry they keep the Stationery for the Transpolitical convention center  it is still ever located near Cleveland the first poem ever written is on the wall near the LARGE baseball atrophy it hangs sadly surfacing only for large events chalk lines on the floor written in freemason clues to the Idental recordings of the Popularace the poem simply said ROsey is Red and Violet is still Blue we make these lines for YOU simple yet very effaces whatever works these days are being untold. Look to the right as you enter and you will find the yarn that held the first cross stitch on the very first baseball ever used out in the Allez OOp the  first  gang of HOODIES wearing poets recantered all the lines to read this is CLeveland leave my area up for grabbing flys hit them with the bat and catch the balls someday we will wear knitting caps of wool upon the feet and colored sox.

Levy said it best in poems from his chest he loved the city gave it rest from all   its poverty he made it blessed and called it poor and needy Cleveland in his versus of the problems is the best rhymes and resonating reasons to be poeting a poet lives inside a fight

Day27APRILNPMcharlaxwrites

Day26ParodayofEDU

Day26ParodayofEDU

CharlaX for NPMU

Upon the wall the clock tocks time is taken to mean hurry mark it up make it wrong get nervous and lose those marbles why cant johnny make a good grade the papers asked as question was just one word on the paper the question is this WHY is giant bold letters and Johnny writes an essay to explain WHY he writes a four thousand word essay and the time runs out before he is done and he turns in the essay and he gets an EFF and F on his paper and when he asks the Teacher WHY she tells him the ANSWER to the WHY is just BECUASE you should have written down a one word answer you should have written down BECAUSE and he begins a life of treatment for his problems now are mental he begins a life of crime he drinks and drugs and falls into the cracks on the sidewalk he is filthy in his clothes he stands out and he is invisible but he steals his needs is money and he gets it from the houses when no one is at home he robs the rich to get his drinks and drugs and the cops drive past him and the ignore him thinking he is homeless and the boy will soon die from all this poison in his body and his mind because the teacher printed WHY in great big letters asked a question and made poor little JOHNNY cry.

CharlaX for NPMU

Day26parodayofEDU

Day 25 MONDAY BLUE

Day 25 MONDAY BLUE

NPME charlax new
Science Fiction
ed,note.ed everyone remembers COOL HAND LUKE (PAUL NEWMAN)
The Prison Garden
The Warden was mopping his bigg fatt neck so redd on a MOnday day of blue he stared right at you but ignored the illegal working in the garden was piled behind the gas tanks of the tractors close to the wall it grew the vegetables never went into the Prison Kitchen and everyone knew the Warden was making a profit but they kept on working and this was a little freedom behind the walls of boredom the tunnel under the last row was kept in readiness for the mad dash to the highway they were almost ready only one half mile to go they carried all the dirt back up and hid it in the rows of carrots peas and beans they grow the Wardens money as he watches he narrows his eyes as he mopped his perspiration and watched you as you hoed the weeds fell under management and grew back in the clumps of dirt carried upwards from the tunnel to the road the Warden was the last to ever suspect you he never even guessed there might be a tunnel growing near the wall the hoer unaware the warden was the watcher almost gave away the show he was about to enter the mouth of the tunnel was open and very near when a shout near the Warden alerted him in time and he turned back to his hoe in time to see the Warden get his money from the garden trucker the driver always paid in cash for every time he comes he takes the garden carrots peas and beans and sells them in the town the highway comes quite near the fence is close to the Prison wall they plan on leaving soon each man for himself to find the barns upon the way to each mans home. The Warden packs the money in a wallet made of pig pork skin and then he walks away to eat his lunch time is on the side of the hoer and he sings a prison song
Hoe away Hoe away let me make a way
A mad dash to freedom comes
Someday
Day 25 MONDAY BLUE
NPME charlax new

Day 24 APRIL is more

Day 24 APRIL is more

Charlax writes for NPM he pens

ODE  TO PRINCE

and/or Happy Birthday Shakespeare

The BARD was livid they think me gay he sayd methinks thats wrong perhaps tis my use of snuff the feathered pen and the ruffled shirt cuffs the flourish as eye dab my pen quill in the ink pott and the way the hand falls open to the left of the page perhaps they think me gay like PRINCE upon the stage HE sings his songs softly and musically and it is pleasing to the gays and perhaps he is a Christian just like me Shakespeare is set free all the young lads upon the actors guilded stage reminds the Ladies to make fun of me they think me gay

"Sometimes it snows in April. Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad. Sometimes I wish life was never ending and all good things, they say, never last."

Prince was not a pauper on a string or shelf he lived his life as fast as Shakespeare on the cuff he DIPPED his stuff no one is even sure just what he was a MAN a musician and a person thats enought for me to be set free of all the lies they publish about me CharlaX is a poet on APril they will knoe it THE SOUND of Shakespeare's Plays is found in the Music of the PRINCE

Magic can be softly rhyming music and the action of the players on the all the worlds a stage and we are sad when someone leaves it at such an early age today at Stratford on Avon they fly the English Flag at half mast and mourn the Passing of Prince upon the stage the curtains are drawn and dark the world has suffered harm outside it sings the Lark HARK mark down April is the month of late winter come it SNOWS

Day 24 APRIL is more

Day 23 The Hatter is MADD

Day 23 The Hatter is MADD

ALice is the looking glass qyeen she looks at me and sees her own reflection but when she moves her typing finger on her left hand it is my right hand that types to her we are living in the Mirror land and so inn love we thrive from day too day and night too night and week too week and month too month the years will all add upp into the lifetime lifeline eye emailed you a distress signal and you said yes and she always wears the white and blue dress in my mind she is the little girl again and nothing wrong with being blind to age we thrive in the middle of the day time we think we can we think we can like the little train that finally could has come back to mind and starting gunn the Hatter is blind and cannot see reality so what the Mirror of my Alice is where eye wish to live so what iff nothing comes and comes later and another day will find us back together and what is love but missing someone so badly then we get so happy when we see each one again and the Hatter is Madd but he is in love and the reason the thing seems allright is the girl in the Mirror the girl in the little girl dress the white and the blue the Alice in mind is my best friend without her eye crash in the wind

When she comes the Hatter is at his Happiest and Madd

Day 23 The Hatter is MADD

Day22npm aprils thorney rose

Day22npm aprils thorney rose

One thing eye have noticed in my short lifeline lifetime

Life is sort of random tandem flotsam jetsam

Some of the people rise above the muck and become huge muck

Dinosaurs live longer then flys but do less damage to the masses

They climbed to heavens windows shooting rockets to the stars they went to the Oceans lows and they tried to kill it all one by one they murder all the good that comes they sit and the walk but they make sure that others simply dont they rule with anger and with fear and only when they finally come apart like all created things will they learn the fear and the anger is for them

The petals of the flower are so soft and the leaves below the petals ask for loving caresses and then smelling of the buds brings the poor old nose into contact with the thorn and then the pain reminds me of the time is taken from the beauty and added to the age of all mankind and soon we will be all equal in the mind we live as better then you are and we thrive on rising over muck and then we jump time and we are muck but so are enemy so are they the end will determine them all people become old the age outs the beauty and the youth is fast becoming gone the flower is softly saying leave me all alone

Day22npm aprils thorney rose

Thursday, April 21, 2016 NPM DAY 21 charlax

Thursday, April 21, 2016 NPM DAY 21 charlax

Thursday, April 21, 2016 NPM DAY 21 charlax
Thursday, April 21, 2016 NPM DAY 21 charlax
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A fireside Chat poem
OR WHO forgot the food at night was it me
Day20APRIL is a GLITCHing
This two shall pass away
Another NPM day job is close to being done
I heard about a new laptop app it is called Klickety Klack it makes a sound like a real typewriter for students in the University to drive each other crazy and it works not no not really this is made up for NPM Poetry another job well done the time wont let me think and so this is idea day for poem 21 but Microsoft Developers read most of my stuff so you may find Klickety Klack on the Market soon for apps are a coming to towne on the rocket from Neptune last night I saw the Yellow Moon and that brings me to Todays poetry the Ocean waves are chopping and the Ocean is spraying Salt this is called Phenomenon it is because of the yellow moon and charlax will add ed.note a little history mysterio please April 21 is the FULL MOON also called a yellow moon charlax says the moon is
a handsome looking boy
Today charlax is chief minister of the land for he has seen the full moon a day early and yet it was today and not a dream how can this be because yesterday was cancelled and today has come to an early ending
Charlax is rhyming and blending one day into another
For National Poetry MOnth of April
Untitled charlax
Thursday, April 21, 2016 NPM DAY 21 charlax

Day20APRIL is a GLITCHing

Day20APRIL is a GLITCHing

Day20APRIL is a GLITCHing
Technology can be a frustration on a wednesday day In April it is always gloomy and sad a sky is frowning at me mocking me and causing me distressing time counted on technology and it failed me every time Unfinished charlax Because of the signal malfunction at the Free Starbucks Wifi store I visited And the signal at the one that was working would not receive my wifi messages and the other people that visit the store are too noisy and rude for me to continue into day 20 of April
This is charlax we can never count on the new technology or other people to do what we expect or want in any given day This day has saddened me in ways that cannot be defined Charlax must unwind the clock and find out why A poem it is missing
DAY20APRIL is a GLITCHing

Day 19 ISIS threat

Day 19 ISIS threat

America created ISIS

Military funding to make a third world nation

These people are worse then nazies ever were

Clearly a threat to this and every other nation

Even our enemies will war against them

As they did they were allies against Hitler

The threat is to the world and it was created to begin the third world war

The chemical weapons are illegal and are being made now

The only retaliation available is nuclear weapons even limited use is hot beds in the sand for 400 years of time the areas will die but so will ISIS iff its done right and done right now we could prevent the end of the world will come without the bombs the key is the sky a cross of light will signal the attack and end the ISIS threat was began as an experiment police with money and hate for crime and escalated into religion and the opposite of the aim was performed the way to look at this is to tell it like a story

A father tells his son to hurt no one and then he does what daddy says and he is dead and then

The people that the father made make people dead and in his name

And then they will come before him and still try to get in but they will be denied the house is not inside the door is closed they killed the innocent blood

Every time you take the life of a Christian you are killing the SON OF GOD who is able to repay it in the Devils Spade HE has said to me eye come to Earth to bring a fire with me iff fire be kindled before I come what is that to me. The threat is horrible but it will be met

Day 10 ISIS threat

Day 18 NPM charlax the dragonfly spy

Day 18 NPM charlax the dragonfly spy

They come to children and lay upon the back of the hand they have no fear of man they fly and come to meadows full of flowers just to be near water and they multiply and become fruitful a part of Gods plan these creatures are benign they do not bite the children they consume food in the wilderness they thrive they multiply upon the fables of the writers at the tables they ignore the people food they fly down near the water and the kids chase them until the parents call them back to supper and to bed charlax lives instead of dragon eye am a dragonfly spy when they find me there will be a thousand of them dragonfly all a different color in the sun like a rainbow bursting all around me and bringing me more love each day will be the better then the one before and no one will be sorrow anymore when the dragonfly fly to see everyone they bring joy to children and so to the eye of GOD

Today charlax is so happy he could cry

Day 18 NPM charlax the dragonfly spy

Day 17 SUNDAY National Poetry MOnth April CharlaX

Day 17 SUNDAY

National Poetry MOnth

April CharlaX

A typical consumer customer is young family kids mother sometimes the estranged father or the young boyfriend will begin the meal and leave when angry mad they get excited at the things they say
We have strings of violence in our culture violins play not softly in a restaurant it is never completely quiet or at bay they make noise in the kitchen and the diners in the booths make Hey the day is never mine it belongs to all the others all the time the noses of the drunks are bulbous and they puff up the pride of the shothern gentleman as they preen for no real reason just to dine on fancy bread and wind the sky is studded with white clouds and slightly blue above them while rain is always threatening me to come apart from all of this eye try to think my way to freedom and it comes to me a blade of grass how does it grow it was created long ago and it is only a descendent of them all the grass of long ago delivered me just one and told me how its done it is grown with the beginning of a secret and it flourishes for a while and then it dies but not before it shouts eye am a blade of grass
Day 17 SUNDAY
National Poetry MOnth
April CharlaX

Day 16 APRIL NPM angry gods

Day 16 APRIL NPM angry gods

Wind rain thunder and light beams from heaven

Who sends the natural disaster

They blame it on GOD and call in the INsurance people to adjust the money

Someone has to reason with the LORD above

This angry GOD of weather is not him

When its all out of control try to place the blame on the Jester and the Joker the Poseidon the HORNY GOD of Tridents and Pitchforks

There used to be rules in this mans army and the Navy changed it all they started wearing hair too long with beards on ships and boats

They wanted to fit into the mainstream look suave and swagger for the ladies

Emergency shave or grow it too long and get the reprimand from the commander the salamander and the floats

The devil that brings bad weather and destructions is the goat pan and the breaded man not the bearded old GOD that rules the Universe

Neptune comes to mind he rules the water with his BRAIN is full of brine

Let Aquaman stand upon my beach and kill more time.

Mars and all the GODS of war attend the oceans roar the waves and eddy

While eye slip into my veddy veddy veddy digs and slept adept at making poetry let all the angry gods beware the day of poverty has not bebothered me and even poor men live in peace upon the shore

Another poem another poem more the odds

Day 16 APRIL NPM angry gods

Day 15 NPM charlax Religion

Day 15 NPM charlax Religion

IDES of April

Homeless Martin Luthor climbed the steps to heaven fell to earth to be a normal boy love you all but heaven calls

Let me fly on angel wings when this life is over in the spring or in the fall let me leave it all

We climb to the top of the earth and fall off

We fall to the depths and we must learn to swim in the dirt

We have to love the people that we hurt

We have to learn to love and stop the world

To fly on wings of love we need to learn again to walk

We need the starting block

We need to step back from time and let it stop

We need to hurry less and find more time to love

This year at least my New religion is Love is the reason

IDES of APril

Day 15 NPM charlax Religion

Day 14 NPM APril on emore day

Day 14 NPM APril on emore day

Day 14 NPM APril on emore day

Charlax poetry

There is no uniform or label to adorn the public user is so short and she is so tall and he is so slender and he is so wide he will not fit the door to the barn needs to be open on one more side to the building add a wing  and then the fat and the smaller ones the skinny and the shorter ones the rulers among us and the minions and the general users will come to pay more respect to each other then we deserve to be in public places to struggle with the others as we slave to the needs and want more satisfying favors and more wonders in the  daytime as we slave away the time we take to greet the people we have never met before they see us they ignore the poor among themselves the rich are snotty snooters hobnobbing with only rich important users and they cannot see the poor man in the corner as he types he clucks his noise in amazed ears of these children of the corny jokes they float among the broad street sidewalks and they own the seats of every tavern and bar they come to be annoying to the young the old the rich the poor a number on my gun a number on my head and head and a number on my dead and gone large tombstone

Its just another day in April come and gone away

Day 14 NPM April on emore day

Day 13 NPM charlax time

Day 13 NPM charlax time

Pinnochio was dragging his left foot over the stage so Giuseppe adjusted the strings and the little puttet boy began to walk straighter and when he turned and looked up and said in a clear littel boy VOICE thank you SIR for helping me to walk the old man Dropped the string holder upon the stage and jumped down to examine his puttet to see what was wrong where was the voice coming from he frowned down at his woodworking hands and he began to touch and poke OUCH said the puttet and HOW can you talk said the old Puppeteer when you made me you made me with a limp over time I became lame and you just noticed it today when you fixed the string to make me walk normal it gave me a voice and now I can speak like a normal boy on stage. ANd when GiUseppe changed the sign out front of the little box theater to read The Talking Boy Pinocchio the crowds came in Droves and Caravans a Star was born a Talking Boy a wooden puttet come to life to help his poor old Father in the final days of Vaudeville life and now you see the little Puttet boy was me and Father gone the tears now come at missing life
But how this littel Puttet boy still loves to talk and drag his foot upon the stage of life. Charlax is pinnochio for April 13 he has the time
Day 13 NPM charlax time

Day 12 NPM Time has Flown

Day 12 NPM Time has Flown

The moon starts up into the sky and the thing waxes and wans too many times in cycle then it ever did before something has changed the time is shorter in the sky the sun stays longer in the day and that brings confusion to the moon my best guess is the night it has been shortened some to let the day come to be much longer and the night only may seem shorter in the long run the day will be much shorter then the night in flight the moon gives a loony grinning tune it says to me we speeded up the night in flight we move the ocean more hear the roar of all the waves and more the end of time is closer to the sun is growing long but soon the night will take more time to come and change the sun and the day will be the shorter one the time will seem to go away in the middle of the day the night will come and there will be only war upon the world the men remade they took away the world from god and chaos comes

Day 12 NPM Time has Flown

Day 11 NPM Homeless Problems

Day 11 NPM Homeless Problems

Day 11 NPM Homeless Problems
Jesus has said NO WHERE to laid my head my bed in jeporday
A worry causes lines upon my face
We have to be ready to depart the house
We have to live like grouse
Flying on the wing
Taking nothing from the world wen we go home
All eye want for Christmas is to be in my safe land camping tent spot
Its not hot in the winter and I will need more time
To be here for APril 2017 to make NPM poetry again on my chromebook machine
Every day I live it is a challenge to exist
Mean Laws prevents
People camp in the ditch without the tent
They ride the bicycles to the rich motels only to be told to go back to the street not allowed to be dry in the rain
The cars line the parking lots in an effort to be free they worry me
They park in spaces meant for customers like me
CHARLAX IS STILL FREE
They will have to hunt for me and find me time and time again
Eye will move to the windows at night to window shop for light
To see the free
Just want to be me
No one is without problems
Day 11 NPM Homeless Problems

Day 10 SUNDAY charlax JESUS

Day 10 SUNDAY charlax JESUS

Day 10 SUNDAY charlax JESUS

He is Risen

Jesus is Alive

Why does GOD Hide

He manifests himself inside a SPirit in the body mind and heart He makes us feel apart from all the world a Sinner saved by Grace and no remorse will help no depression no mistakes we make We need to think We need to start to trust him now the mind of GOD has come to man He does things his way and not our way he is in no hurry Stop the worry stop the fuss the big ado the long boohoo why would you cry and weep and still be blue the LORD has saved you its not some mystical event he went to death and overcame it all to bring us back to HIM and love and GOD it is the Sacrifice of Jesus and the Cross and nothing else will save you we need to preach the WAY to Salvation and not the STAY a SInner STAY a miserable Person this does not mean that eye am perfect or not hurt it gives me a reason to be Happy in my dirt to be excited to be alive  inside my mind and live with love inside and forget the pain like Jesus is my Drug he is the Power that eye need to practice all my time. My SUNDAY time is made for thine to read the poem time has come to find the reason we exist in time we will begin to see the face of GOD in YOU and find the Face in me. The path is sacrifice and presence. TIME

Day 10 SUNDAY charlax JESUS

-- 

Darkstone poet

NPM poem number nine

Day 9 Saturday is mine

NPM poem number nine

Charlax is unwise

Most people just do not GET the intergnet is not as widespread as you may surmise it is not the sunrise in the eyes you walk for 4 miles to get to a coffee shoppe and a wifi hott spott only to do a pantomime of the little Starbucks cup in the chat box on facebook and they thought at first that eye was drunk they even said no more coffee for me and I had not had my first cup thats what I get for trying to make cute jokes I tried to kick my leg out and look like the Happy GO Lucky coffee cup and not until I took the chromebook off the plugg and upp to show the counter Lady then she said OH yes NOW we see that you are NOT so crazy. MOtel people are the worst people. they just wander around drunk from the beach mabe I checked the time it was after 4 am so I got dressed and walked over here 4 miles to the causeway people are rude they are rich and spoiled they cram in here like sardines they bring dogs and kids and phones with ringtones take the children to Macdonalds and the dogs back home to yards take the cell phones to scrap yards

Let the old and the infirm aged people sit in Day care at Starbucks

We pay plenty for the privilege of the stuff we drink all day

Eye am not amused when children come into public places

Eye am reminded of W C FIELDS go away little girl you BOTHER ME

In the coffee shoppe its public domain and it should be a more quieter place

I am not alone in this view of the public throne a lot of rich old people

Surround me with a need for more quiet let them eat more cake and play

In the outdoors where there is planty of rooom for noise

Day 9 Saturday is mine

NPM poem number nine

Day 8 charlax explains it

Day 8 charlax explains it

Day 8 charlax explains it

 the barn upon the moors

Love is like the wind it changes but seldom leaves the barn

Once the wind gets moving it gets into the cracks beside the window and the door shakes and moves with anger at the disturbance of its moors let the wind blow on my window and my door the love will never leave me for the moors will be the buffer for the love will never anger or depart the barn is closed the love inside the window shut and keep the door to the barn shut tight and that is how we find the love inside the barn upon the moors is sight and love is never meant to be involved into a fight we leave the love at home to go to war please stay upon the moors with me and leave the anger home and shut the barn door closed keep the love inside the windows and the doors the barn upon the moors

Day 7 NPM Genious level

Day 7 NPM Genious level 

Day 7 NPM Genious level

To make a poem was the dream of the boy in the swing

We heard the INDIAN strings

As we SITAR in the wings was it Shankar did this thing

Is he really 94 in chrono years we fly the time how it goes

The strings of time are plucked and God is now the lucky one we find the time to sing and hear the music of the night again

For no man lives in light a few are gifted with the sight

The songster and the seer the writer

The actors on the stage the bard was making plays

Everyone a player all the world a stage

Black or white or Indian we are all the same

Some men arrive at the genious level they can thrive

 they can play them strings of time

Dead poets and musicians and Ministers of Time

Charlax has arrived

Day 6 charlax sticks it

Day6 charlax sticks it

Too the masses chromebook is back

The intial open of this device failed the window reminded me of windows machines and it was spinning and not moving for almost one hour as eye waited outside the store for the battery to charge it would not allow me to get online and then it happened it was a miracle to me

Here is the story line for 666

The woman was in prison and she began to ask for funds she gave her phone number of another not in prison but on the freedom they were angry that the text came to them from someone else and why they didnt see the person was so despirit and what about the giving no the person said it was wrong to ask for funds this way what do you agree where would eye be without love and funds for me

A total stranger came to me he said whats wrong and so I showed him my screen and he wanted to shut it down and I kept the mouse and told him the battery was keeping it from working and he said NO and then to my surprise he said shut it down and restart and so eye did and it came back to the same window just spinning around and then to my surmise it asked me to make this thing alive and sign into my gmail

And now eye thrive on a gift from my old family

And the love eye feel inside so Happy of an Ending as we live another day

Day 6 charlax sticks it

Day 5 NPM The VOltage Device

Day 5 NPM The VOltage Device

Day 5 NPM The VOltage Device

ZapperSundlimited.com A Whirlyfritzerglomeratialsilverplater Poetry Poem CharlaX is Electric

Thomas Plence was now in charge of the Treasury Office at the Whirly COrporation in London England they were having a meeting of the Board of Directors the New President WHirly was absent not yet arrived his first namme is Thomas just like his employee they have trouble in a conversation sometimes. It is Thom and Thomas sometimes Say What ? what what and so the New Meeting comes to Order without the New President and this is what they found upon the table the Treasurer frowned down at a strange looking device hooked up to his computor desktop. What's this doing here he said with some surprise and he slowly turned and looked at the inventor who just arrived. Its called a VOltage Zapper its really an interrupter of the current of the electric flow to the Desk Top its just there see the button on top it will stop the computor in case of a bad problem or a dangerous surge in the electrical field in case of a storm. . The Treasurer was already shaking his head how much of our money have you paid out to make this demonstration of such a device there is many other things on the market that do this much better then your device. Have you heard of a surge protector OBTW what is your first namme Mister INventor? What what Thomas NO and he sat down so abruptly they called the Nurse to come check his pulse. He waived the Nurse away and at that Moment in time the door opened and Thomas WHirly the President of ZapperSunlimited walked into the room Hello Thomas he said. What what you could have heard the Pin drop. Both of the other men said Good Morning at the same time. Now there was Three of them three Thomas and Thomases. The Nurse paused at the door and said my Middle namme is Thomas my mother nammed me that as a child to remember my Father all my life and now there was four Thomases, And so the INventor opened the door and brought into the room his SON and introduced him to everyone you guessed it what what his namme was also Tom. Tom V. Dooley and the INventor was Thomas Dooley not the same as the song. And so now there was as many TOM as there are days in this month. And now we will  hurry to the confused conclusion for the benefit of all my Tomfoolery for the Month Of April is still young there will be another poem another day will come. And here is what President Tom Whirly told the other Toms at the meeting He said to the Treasurer Plence just call me Whirly and the other Tom Dooley and everything will be just find Marketing and tell Tom Thomas down in Marketing to rename this Voltage Device. We will call it the Panic Button and sell a Million XIllion of them and that is how we got the Kill Switch on the Voltage Meter a very good idea and a wonderful NPM poem this is CharlaX TOM Advice is this read all my poems and save me the lines like this

Day 5 NPM The VOltage Device

Day 4 NPM the PODIUM

Day 4 NPM the PODIUM

Day 4 NPM the PODIUM

Charlax is descriptive

The Speaker was a very large fatt mann perspiring guy and he waved his Hand for emphasis with Time on his mind he intoned Listen Listen Listen Listen to me FOUR times and he waved his fingers like a hypnotist or a magician all four times to get his Audience attention focused on the Podium he speaks and he talks and he weeps he thinks no one can hear him as he speaks he taps the microphone and gets the feedback everyone in the room hates this it fries the nerves and ears lay back and people begin to leave the space its not that important what this fatt mann says to them today. He says each word four times in the effort to keep them alive and listening but the Audience has fled the Audience had better things to do with time the Podium gets hit with the spotlight and the Fatt Mann comes alive he thrives on this attention and only the stage attendance is so wise to this ploy to get the Speaking over with and not rescheduled for another day The Fatt Mann speaks more clearly now and he begins to wrap it upp its just another day at the Book of the MOnth CLub the meeting almost over and the lighting man begins to smile when the fatt Mann stops his speaking he flips the lamp to off. The room goes dark and the door is locked until NEXT MONTH upon the Podium.

Suddenly charlax smiles

Day 4 has come and gone

Day 4 NPM the PODIUM