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 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

second fiddler crab

Charles Robert Hice

4 hours ago

second fiddler crab
second fiddler crab
scoot and scuttle but mind clear refrain mind the wheel mind the day
mind the gold mind mind the silver mind is there copper in the mind mind the mind mind the ore in the mind mind the time a man have eye seen them many on this street he is poor never having anything today he filled a basket with many many things and it is the wrong time of the month for the stamps or the money free he was given money as a kindness someone saw a poor man walking and now he is rich on all good things or perhaps he is just a thief and he stole all of this a womans purse when no one was looking it is the new age money religion how can anyone in the world survive by being nice and honest they will not thrive it worries me what this man may have done but iff it was come by honest what a good sign but a man who has a money stamp card eye saw him today sitting with none the fiddler fiddled upon the roof top of the morning raise the roof music is the loud sound of unimportant people and events sports unplayed on fields of twisted turf the alcoholics on the sideline line the turf with score they shout what was the score they shout what was the score they shout over and over no one can say who the team is that will win today one person has and one has not it is the way of a crab one claw is giant one is small a second fiddle is never heard at all — in Cleveland, OH.

A MUSE ess music box

A MUSE ess music box

September 12, 2014 at 10:55am

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she hears things eye can not hear the things she hears

A MUSE ess music box

A MUSE ess music box
she hears things eye can not hear the things she hears the orchestra may be mellow brass or loud strings whatever cash is spent in the hiring of the band on the finger on the pillow first the boy and then the girl lift up the ring and offer it to the wedding people is this a man and a woman or a boy and just a girl YES I can hear the Preacher saying this to them Marriage is ordained By God and then the room is sour the music by the hour the twenty piece orchestration wedding march hear comes the bride and groom they prance so stiffley in the horses collars and the blinders hide the faces in the room from the cell phone facebook flashes the world just loves romances and soon the honey moon as the flower girls pass the Leis around the room the sun parts open the window and shines can you hear me now can you hear the melody of life wrapped up in all the pomp and circumspect wedding you are lost in the crowd but not alone hear with me in my poem we are just pawns in the chess board of life white and black Rook and King Queen and Bishop both of us meeting under the moon to croon words of love stuck inside this moving music box after the wedding march