Wednesday, August 31, 2011

CITY of one night.odt CITY of one night no angels in sight


CITY of one night
no angels in sight

POEM


CITY of one night
no angels in sight
eye left my friend to worry for himself
as eye made my way up a street which suddenly filled up with people too many on a late night eye judged myself in need of sleep and space to lay by myself my worry had come from the SIGN SIGN EVERYWHERE A SIGN posted on the building where WE were sleeping on the ants when eye noticed FOUR new sign posted no trespassing and no loitering it seemed to eye for us for me at least they would not do it to a TEXAN son. He elected to stay under the threat of arresst eye left eye searched for another place to sleep on my own again. Eye will always remember my friend but his name was never mentioned now even the table where we sat together is gone from the lieberry as iff they knoe we parted company today. He has chosen not to return to this lieberry and so eye pen this reluctantly GOODBYE my friend eye was not leaving you only the area which was sign posted. Eye walked into a iffy area the street was filled with a parked car the man doing things to a woman in the dark in the alley there was love to some a certain false security not understanding there was someone there behind him he did not miss or stop his function. The Man who was stuffing his shirt into his pants looked like an off duty policeman and he ignored me and hotfooted off the property eye began to edge off the property myself not sure how many people were now involved. Eye went back to the street making sure eye was not followed in the dark eye spent some time near the fenced in area of the parking lot then left in search of a place to sleep denied by barking dogs eye moved once more the hedge hid me from the street the COP CAR stopped he looked directly at me they got those glowing sensors now he knoes where people are. Eye let him see my face how haggard eye have become in these short days of missing my Friend now and he must have felt sorry for me it was past midnight and eye got up and moved twice more. The man inside the house who yelled at me WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT THERE should read my poetry. So out to the street for the nearly last time eye found the place eye was finally looking for. The other homeless people sleep there in plain site and eye went around to the side but stayed out of the back the fence is open the gate a jar and there eye crashed until 3 45 the sky fooled me the long time eye had been resting became only a few hours now eye sat down at my Star Bucks hotspot where a man on a bycycle told me YOU meaning EYE did the right thinking thing by leaving the friend in the posted sign area. ABSOLVED of guilt eye carry my luggage and quiver in love. COffee was so good. My google reader told me just now the space probe is looking at us how tiny an earth and moon eye imagined eye could see it with my supervision out the lieberry window and eye smiled. Tommorrow is another try. At friendship and at love. NOt quite so sorry now. 

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

HappyHuntingGround OR Afterlife


HappyHuntingGround OR Afterlife

by Charles Robert Hice on Tuesday, August 30, 2011 at 1:54pm
HappyHuntingGround.docx
HappyHuntingGround
Happy hunting ground OR Afterlife
In the brevity of time we face.
There will of course be no hunting signs in heaven the lion with the lamb both of them eating SLABS OF BACON forget it not going to happen sort of thing do you see the reason NOTHING IN MY HOLY MOUNTAIN shall cause hurt or pain is written in the Bible is full of it now there will be no stinking drinking the wine is new the wheat is on the table the fish falling from the water falling from the waterfall for view each fish in heaven eating just the sort of grasses rushes made for fish to do they seem to like the roots where CANNIBAL'S hide and they swallow goldfish NO it will not ever happen this could have been written by Doctor Stranglove.
IN the Afterlife there will be people living forever the concept not something we who still live on Earth can understand. Eye have said this before in different places and different ways you will not be wandering around looking for people to talk too heaven does not work this way there is not going to be endless coffee klatches there no meeting of the minds for every person there is Jesus worshiping GOD try to get the concept of GOD and WORSHIP it is 24 seven. No more tears no more sorrow. Not your nickel there not your idea not your concept someone elses domain. no corner beer stores in heaven no beer mart drive ons no drunks careening out of control on my freeway is only a dusty unused road eye will stare down it once for ten thousand years this is the idea of heaven for me and no one will come on my road to hurt me again and no one will break me no more did you hear this homeless roar Afterlife.
Not your nickel there not your idea not your concept someone elses domain.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

San ANtonio Cx


San Antonio Cx

by Charles Robert Hice on Wednesday, August 24, 2011 at 1:47pm
San Antonio Cx

eye lost a good facebook friend because she could not understand a simple paroday Jorge Luis Borges the poet from Argentia who hung the garden in the crossroads truly when eye began this paroday eye did not knoe he wrote science fiction but the picture yes eye said to self it looks like Jules Verne ? thank you minion for the cudoes eye have yet to read anything that this person wrote yet eye knoe he liked to time travel he was interested in the theme of the computor as a tool perhaps eye will attempt the paroday now eye see the Garden hanging in the sky. The vines the tendrils the meat of those tomatoes or tomaytos. those little green leaves nothing not even rabbits ever eat a plant like the BIG RED SEEDED FRUIT LIKE VEGETABLES hanging in the middle of the turning. The crossroad stood the test of time. The laptop told me where to find the Poet he was standing under the garden waiting for the tomotoes to get ripe he was catching them in his CHap Book and making red parodays of butterflies. Even from my distance eye could here the squishy wet sound of a book closing on a ripe tomato he chose a small one and squished it for me he seemd to knoe eye was there behind the bend THIS is a womens dream he told me and eye smiled for eye like to dream of laptop things and the Argentia poet who has a google page then asked me why is your book so big and as eye stood underneath the cantaloupe vine eye smiled as eye caught one in the pages and it squished into three womens back to kissing back to back the ripe color of the cantaloupe more near the color of a women then the red of the tomato vine. The laptop dreams of ewe. When eye am online eye dream of dandelion wine and ewe and hummingbird vines.

perhaps he may have like this poem Cx

Sunday, August 21, 2011

sunday jesus

sunday jesus

sunday jesus
crown of thorns
someone preaches wrong they preach jehovah and the ten commandments or the jewish old testament god of golden calves when they should have been preaching jesus on sunday all along do any of you still remember the old rugged cross the one that saved a wretch like me in sunday school on the wayside abandoned homeless the blind man is jesus the poor man is god the preacher is still wrong you cannot get to heaven by pledging money to them all you cannot get to heaven by being GOOD so please just stop listening to the wrong there is still one way to Heaven for us all it is still the old rugged cross of jesus sunday jesus after all no one is perfect among us no one at all sunday jesus is perfect but you will never come close he likes to watch us poor sinners struggle to live with his ghost people will tell you its aok to be rich and so eye do tell you just remember the poor people among you and when and where you can iff the law permits you remember the prisoners too. its time for a sunday jesus

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

totally random


 totally random

totally random
san antonio

totally random totally random
by Charles Robert Hice on Wednesday, August 17, 2011 at 1:42pm

totally random

totally random

charlax disclaimer eye almost never make a disclaimer butt eye have some cute new friends eye write FICTION as in science fiction usually most of my stuffins is made up totally random

typing on the intergnet is like the embodiment of a ghost who said that eye think it was Fermat singing Beethovens Fifth very quickly enow iff eye were doing Daniel Webster versus the Government Pierre De CharlaX will never finish this wax job now why someone was just viewing this document on the web his name is anonymouse but he has a number perhaps he is the fifth floor singer on his phone cell calling all the ladies in this city confidentially he should be horney none of the old men GET any ON THEM did you GET it ewe when eye copy then pasted this number to this viewer it disappeared from my facebook wall the ghost is hiding his tracking number eye love to get glitches like this when eyem writing something like this the real trick is to come to the ending and then stop just stop and never ever f

 

wow eye have to do a wall photo and try to get the picture wont upload WOW WOW WOW 666

love this glitch

you see this guy Pierre is on google for not fin 

Saturday, August 13, 2011

wooden jesus


wooden jesus
san antonio
option option option jesus there is three of them in heaven one is the father god one is the son of god one is the spirit they call him the holy ghost when they call him jesus eye am too poor to be of any use to god so eye keep mucking about just for eye think it would be a better christian is not rich non no they do not make it with the riches into the eye of my needle is tight on me but eye do not solicit funding from large groups of people for television and radio you will only see this massive missive on the facebook and the google doc and a few emails to some friends who want to read me iff prejudiced eye be it is perhaps the televangelist who mars my disposition asking and receiving large sums of money for deceiving people into thinking he is preaching SHOW ME THE MONEY where is the plate luncheons for the poor why is the radio announcers taking home the brown paper bags where is the food to feed the starving Negroes in the bushes of the third world countries as the televangelist gets out his rich imported cigars his bottle of whiskey and his steaks. eye am wooden jesus eye wish to feel eye stand on this deck and try to feel the wind is at my back eye am the wooden jesus on the deck putt your hand on the radio are you feeling any heat then you better find a better plugg you creap into the cheap seats at all the better stadiums to watch youre worthless sports eye divorce myself from youre ideas of god eye stumble in the daytime sober and serene clomp clomp clomp in jesus wooden shoes the feet across the wooden deck the deck of jesus in the sky is thick with flying things they fly past this wooden jesus head ants with wings the termites under the planks the ship is doomed out out out the candle of the bard is made of incest let my people dive off the bow sprint to the dna helix to survive the wooden jesus is coming in the twinkling of eye

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Mercury Theorem


 Mercury Theorem

Mercury Theorem
poems
Mercury Theorem
According to the Universe of Science according to theAcademia of America Mercury can not exist it is too close to the SUN it is too hot on one side too cold upon the other side is dark too long and the day lasts too long on the other one the CORE of the Planet Mercury should just explode long ago according to Medical Science people do not live on the Earth. It is impossible to maintain the correct balance of life inside your glass houses or outside them on the sidewalk no one can actually live on the Earth according to Medical Knowledge. SCIENCE is full of facts these facts when proven do not explain function. Mercury Theorem The Planet Mercury does not exist according to Science. Proff. Eye intend to solid proff. There will be additions there will be facts they will be unfactual they will be from memory they will be for ewe. The Mercury Theorem has been introduced the Millennium has begun we shall now discover that the Planet Mercury does not exist in spatial solitude. Memory test one. Mercury turns slowly about 240 days is one of our 24 hour days. The central core of the planet is made of ice. The reason it never melts is because it cools off on the dark side of the planet then when it gets hot on the day side it is like salt causing it to super cool off like homemade ice cream in the bucket gets hard instead of soft or melts or does not. We will soon see iff the Mayan Calender is incorrected email me in 2012 a few days after January to let me knoe its ok. Go find a copy of Nostradamus. He at least saw things happening in 3027. Memory test two. The mile is about 5000 feet long and there is about 5000 miles between the Earth and the Sun this would mean the entire distance to Mercury from the Earth is about 8000 miles. This leaves about 3000 miles left. Divide the distance. The Sun is closer to Mercury then it is to the other planets combined. Accordingly Mercury will cease to exist when it is destroyed in 2012 by solar flares or ignited by the Comets tail. Haleys Comet is not scheduled but someones comet will aptly be nammed by then close to the Sun drawn into the orbit by them solar flares. One relatively short burst of energy and Mercury is done as limp as a little Richard when done. The ice core of the planet will melt when the solar tongue sucks the planet a little too long it will be gone in a New York Minute or Three is what they promised me but never delivered and black is creamy on the outside pink on the inside like a mudslide slim to none. When the planet burns in the solar flare it will make a hard stone like a left over nut it will go spinning off into the Earth ouch it will hurt when it hits the Earth it might prove Peru to be sure of there facts. Earth will soon be just so many Green Tree wood chips a little sawdust between the stardust. I just checked the predictions the Comet could be a whole group of comets without names just numbers iff there is three sixes in a row among them look out Nostradamus could be right. Earth will die without a fight the last president would not shoot the nearest asteroid with missiles he felt the Aliens would get mad. Besides the three comets numbering 666 would be mixed into the mix only coming to the core like a shot shot shot to a death star. Most of the predictions are for December of 2012 they want people to bite the fingernails all year long then discover they were wrong in 2013 seems unlucky as a number to me. OK send me the email in January of 2013 then wait for my reply. Eye will get back to you eye promise but iff eye dont you will surmise. Memory test three. Eye forget. this is part one. expect a part two to this then perhaps a third Mercury Theorem.