words prosper

words prosper words prosper

Monday, October 6, 2014

words prosper

words prosper
a lack of formal educate astute non level institute
redefine a poem
a word that rhymes usually on the end of a sentance with a word that rhymes with a word on the end of another sentance sometimes on the next line or the one after the next line preferred
in an over popular area the sanguine hobo was over confidant he toed the line he lacked the confidence he lost ability he lost his mind
in a new area of expertise the grimace will lose face
run of the mill twist the handle on the tap root milk weed blood from stone
on the other hand this is instead of this or that what the cat dragged
door to door the goblins and the witches brewed
Halloween is dropping next to you on gossamer wings of dusty Pixies dusty Faeries dusty clumps of children dressed in rags as Hags
a line of rhyme in time to mark the rhythm of a song would be the slow burning fuse connected to the powder Keg
they beat me to all the rings they won the brass long ago they told the ants to march they gave the orders and out the door those marching ants in bands of green and gold not one word is saved of any use they brave the wood pile they stack the fortune they hide the wicked activity is golden pay the large lump sum for all the words prosper all the Paper Moon did was tear away to reveal my name
and did the Joker tire of his game or did he
did he riddle the world with his comedy
did he give a grand show a hired shorn pate an offering in the plate given in anticipation of the return of the sender the hairless tortoise rigormortis the picture of you paints the words which eye must never say how beautifull

Dead Poet Two Thousand Fourteen

Dead Poet Two Thousand Fourteen

July 24, 2014 at 11:31am

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look at the sun it is a yellow sun not red it gets red science will tell you when it ages

Dead Poet Two Thousand Fourteen

Dead Poet Two Thousand Fourteen
solyant green the 666 is money the dollar sign the number on the bill the id card the birth date and now the phone number all these are important but not the end of time will come after time has wound down look at the sun it is a yellow sun not red it gets red science will tell you when it ages
when the moon turns to blood the light of the moon is only the reflected light of the sun as it burns in the form of the gaseous ball of fire we see a yellow sun this gives people light health and strength when it starts to turn red it might dwarf or grow into a giant the color is the key to the end when it is red it is almost over the time will be shorter the days length only a third of the day will we see anything people will be suffering more they will be animals again the mind will be gone the hive mind will be gone only monkeys intent on survival and fighters will advance up to the tower of Babel and preach new ways of murder uniform living one size fits all with the mark of the beast on the visible mind and hand me no money will no longer be needed only an access point me to the door way let me inside to those material goods pudding and soap clothing and food out the door way too home is a spot on the walk no more hope chasing the poor with no mark dragging mee upp the stairs steppes to the scaffolding holding upp the killers guillotine blade will take my worthless head off and send my soul to Jesus to be remade. God grant me the strength to be ready to die to refuse the mark of the beast let me become truley free a child of the living Jesus set me free  let me be free the price of life is set too high no heart no love no life only the asking price of murder in the long cold night of sky turning red for more then a few hours obscuring the clouds unseen the fire coming mingled with ice the misery of EgYpt the frog spirits of the dead mentioned in the Book Of Revelations eye paid 30 pieces of SIlver to JUdas to be hangged he might be the ABomination of DEsolation mentioned will be coming to the Temple area someone has to be the AntiCHrist when it will happen perhaps the SUn will be dying before that day ever comes not one day but about 3500 of them this has been a fact filled missive but you must understand what do eye mean eye do not quote facts and figures when eye write it is from a dead poet vision Dead Poet Two Thousand Fourteen

God grant me the strength to be ready to die to refuse the mark of the beast let me become truley free a child of the living Jesus set me free

in otherwise words

in otherwise words
in otherwise words
sometimes time leaks watch stops hands idle and late for work late to bed
watch leaks time stops hands idle for work and to bed late late sometimes
sometimes bed leaks time and idle hands stop for work late to watch late
hands leaks time to stop sometimes work late watch late for bed and idle
ed,note,ed 14 words each line has the sa

me words but each line is in otherwise words

mayflowers

mayflowers

mayflowers mayflowers “We need the Moon light fast so we don’t perish in the dash, we need light so we don’t perish in the human race., we need truth so we don’t perish in love, we need news so we don’t waste away from art.” -CharlaX robert full of mayflowers - See more at: http://s216.photobucket.com/user/charlaxici/media/Thursday/10308191_10152382056289002_718461851664764939_n.jpg.html?sort=3&o=0#sthash.I80y1Jzx.dpuf

Barracade

Barracade

February 16, 2014 at 1:41pm

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no need to open up the party barn door no more need for wine beer or liquor in the early morning pour make mine a girlfriend and a wife a nail in every corner twice

Barracade
Barracade
pour le vise gripe
OR
what is theory in practice
seldom seen visages but in case of fire break the glass does not apply or aptly fit the screen oh mine
happenings and events
she looked at me so askance eye felt myself sliding off her shoe as this form of excremeant neared and peered into a face past the longish snout on a woman so ugly she sent tears down my wrist
eye do not usually notice or get upset but this caused me great pain
who is she after all but a street urchin on the wall
she was not walking daintily or fat wither they come on the run or just hang slowly in the sun
she made me feel just like a bug
its not good for self esteem
eye feel a need to left off steam
no need to open up the party barn door
no more need for wine beer or liquor in the early morning pour
make mine a girlfriend and a wife
a nail in every corner twice
we will live inside our love and avarice
to her everlasting light
Barracade

Bones of the Raven

Charles Robert Hice in Tallahassee, FL

Bones of the Raven
Bones of the Raven
in the event of a 666
this world you are creating where only rich employed people exist
you pressed your britches on this irony list
most of the world is poor
two thirds or more
they die every day each and everyday
it is why eye have chosen this way
who am eye to live like you
with a car and a driver and money piled two
the love of money is the root of all evil
there is no golden rule
people do unto others rude
the majority of the world is starving to death
the corporations bad guys putting God to the test
sorry but where do you think they will live
when they die like the dog
for you knoe that they will
death is more certain the older we get
are you ready to burn are you ready to urn
whiskey and money and fancy riches will not learn
you are markd for the
Bones of the Raven

INcan BLinkin DInkin

INcan BLinkin DInkin

January 4, 2014 at 10:51am

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they got the millennium mixed up with the fourth dimensional shift perhaps the rotation of your yellow sun caused them to miss the drift

INcan BLinkin DInkin
INcan BLinkin DInkin
2014 means the calendar event of the end of the INcan world was incorrect
they stopped seeing events
we are safe from those Peruvians
just found a picture of a white cow in a blizzard eating snow
it was in a mosaic fruit jar on an INcan porch
wrapped in bay leaf to keep it fresh vegeterian style
they were blinded by the white BLinkin from the site
world war three will soon begin in 3500 is the end
DInkin INdians missed the period of time
they got the millennium mixed up with the fourth dimensional shift
perhaps the rotation of your yellow sun caused them to miss the drift
the age is upon us our descendants will fight the final conflict
that battle will result in the final Judgement
Mabus is kind of Neat for those who stufy will find it repast is sweet
unleavened with money for gas and oil is mixed with blood and sand
turn the time back for every INcan hand
the clock is BLinkin
eye am DInkin
INcan BLinkin DInkin

New Year New Year

New Year New Year

December 27, 2013 at 10:43am

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City Dirty City the parking is never enough to hold all the cars for free the meters maid the bills all paid the slots marked with a tee walking is replaced with bussing the children wear the same tee shirt all the classes teach the end of the Golden rule pain to the enemy mine as long as someone gets hurt violence in skirts the tarmac rules the rubber tyres CharlaX D a Levy New Year

New Year
New Year
same old same old
resolutions fluxuate
entire villages gone
where did those people so go
hope they were saved into the Real Jesus
this year brings me to a close
the department store Jesus is not the Jesus
the work for money get a job Jesus is not my Jesus
eye am not interested in ambition the three car garage and house on the printed hill is dead and gone
no urge to drive a car is mine no time to buy more gasoline or wine
no smokeing allowed inside or on the steps or on the move the wind the rain will stop the smokeing there is rules
the tough men work for money they send the boys to bed hungry
they are the fools the people who think the Dollar rules
them big cigars the galleon jugs the gas guzzling cars the rich people still in charge you work for booze and all the other addictions you must pay for
City Dirty City
the parking is never enough to hold all the cars for free
the meters maid the bills all paid the slots marked with a tee
walking is replaced with bussing the children wear the same tee shirt
all the classes teach the end of the Golden rule
pain to the enemy mine as long as someone gets hurt
violence in skirts
the tarmac rules the rubber tyres
CharlaX D a Levy
New Year

Bumble Bums

Charles Robert Hice

2 hours ago · Edited

Bumble Bums
Bumble Bums
so sew stitches
the old man and the young man
the old man was too must be insensitive or onery
they used to be this way back in the day
nothing ever changes except the color of the hay
from brown to green they make it with machines
round bales not square green not brown for larger better cows
eye had just asked a couple of men smoking area for what is the time to be at the door of the lieberry is what eye wish to do now
the old man exploded but the young man smiled was at ease and smiling back at me the old man frowned
the old man had a bad demeanor he told me he thought that eye thought that eye was somebody when he thinks eye am only a thief (like unto him) emphasis mind eye told them both eye am institutionalized
I did the eye am somebody thing who is this smoking bumble bum to say
such things he speaks to eye the old man had no time for someone thinking he had to go on asmoking adrinking asitting wasting time
when the young man smiled eye told him eye need to be at the door of the lieberry now
so sew stitches
Bumble Bums — in Tallahassee.

Days of the Weak

Days of the Weak

Days of the Weak
the weak start on a tuesday now monday does not exist
the weakend begins on friday and lasts until tuesday
wednesday is hump day it is the only day you might have gotten work done but because it is hump day now there is no way anything will ever happen for anyone
tuesday the weak are just beginning
friday they are gone
monday never comes
thursday is the day to get some real work done

DUality

DUality

DUality

DUality

the spirit withstood the test but the toll was immense the body needed sustenance there are so many rocks why they do look like bread to me in my weaken conditioning the stone looks so good to eat but eye knoe they will only break my teeth adjective noun supposition duality thoughts collide in the earth and sky eye grasp the lightening bolts of zeus aesus he cringes his beard dripping wetter in the downpour the fire in my hand unheeded as eye looked around under me for targets prithy let me spy the angel  was the angle was all wrong the angel stood between me and enemy mine destruction is only for a god a man of mortal coil and flesh will usual wind upp dead in head or heart there is a consciousness of right and wrong some men pass wrong and keep on going to the top a maggot instead of a man full of whiskey fuddled thinking intent on causing others pain he gains only when he steals refrains and sings them in his night he could not make it in the real world althow he tried two concentric circles would allow pain hypnosis to a lessor degree he did not believe in a higher education he was very empressed eye have a topical depression this is much better then expected a tropical depression is a storm it almost was in reality it was to a lessor degree above freezing and below the clouds the rain drop duality hangging in a frosty peculiarity all of the maelstrom now gone the way of the flesh is to decay it is a problem  child  violent  world getting worse as the age restricted tolerance is off the deep end the interferon of the top heavy ogre bouncing the baby off the cavern walls what a history of anger what a history of love

serpentine

serpentine

serpentine
serpentine
twisting turning slithering lower then the surrounding rocks and rilles crawling entertaining bugs and ants any other glance from rats mice applaud the balustrade is stone
prairie dogs and gophers roam nearby
the club is sandy bar the drinks on the house are dry the scales run up then down the back of skin so hot it tells the temperature
cathedrals line the valley of the stone edifice
one long incantation snake pinned to the rock is it quetzalcoatl found
start at the head and walk around the rock to the tail is in the mouth
this is quetzalcoatls rock
AD 33 to AD 2013 the dates marked in green hidden in the Nostradamus sun
the sun marks the stone the paint sealed to last almost as long as the sand
the incan lost in time stretching out to at least 3025 or the end of time
eye can only imagine the tour busses stopping and the tourists hoping yelling pointing
they move in the serpentine line around and around and around the rock to find the hidden dates the head of the snake and finally the tail and when one of them misses the mark
they all laugh at him or she
he found the mark of the Nostradamus sun in the middle of the beast it is written 3025 in the length of the snake the sun will never die at all everyone is decieved in Incan Ink it simply says to she
serpentine

 — at Canal Street.

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)

Time.rtf
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

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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light bulb time

 by Charles Robert Hice on Thursday, September 1, 2011 at 1:05pm light bulb time light bulb time light bulb time EYEM NOT RUNNING eye am only walking fast carrying things like light bulbs in my hand and crippled on one foot how could eye be running in the lieberry eye told the gurd it was not me its time to change the light bulbs in the lieberry let there be light so we all can see its a comedy. the kidd is not too bright he takes the things the supervisor gives him tries to make them work most of them do not they might be doing this on purpose now the kidd is white the rest of them are black or brown everyone is wetback now because of the heat wave this is a safe cooling place listed on the website let my people sit in harmony read eat use the bathroom once then wait get past the light bulb cart he is putting in the wires now the bulb burned out perhaps they are a new size not suited for the old sockets perhaps they will let the boy become a man he wires so wonderfully at home on the ladder he is so nice his voice so soft no eye am still not gay just very happy today they decided the reason the bulbs were burning out much too quickly they did not have the butt connectors wired. STOP this is an actual term it is what electricians call these things. When the young boy twisted the wires my heart leaped of course this is only a paroday meant to upset the women in my life long dream is to be married to the you see these tendencies in eye. The woman outside said THOSE PEOPLE several too many times referring to the group trying to get into the door when it opens they burst into single file then hurry its why the guard singled me out there must be lots of people moving faster then eye do not see why but eye like the safer wiring on the light bulbs https://docs.google.com/document/pub?id=1uZ8I7I5h4liunO8YDkRWzDCbplp_ZhfmPdcGkYuxz0M this is eye at age 2

3CharlaXPoetry3

3CharlaXPoetry3

Once
upon a time

Once
upon a time there was a great devil with wings he was leather he was
ancient like a hinted evil all in gold he manufactured things then
called them presents to be given. They did pretty good in the bazaar
behind the market. When he had a present left over he would rub it in
taloned hand and laugh a long aweful laugh and say ON the morrow it
will sell more golden coin we need in Arizona. He lived in a small
tower near the city dump and every day he sold his presents just
taking coins and piling them up until the tower itself was full of
golden coins and hard to navigate the tower steps he sometimes just
flew to the top ignoring birds that flew too near in jest they cawed
like crows. The flapping of his wings sounded so fake like the sound
a preacher makes when he has hollered too many times and talked way
too much his throat gets kinda raspy he has no small trouble talking
and it sounds like leather wings a flapping somewhere in Arizona. The
tower was only twelve stories tall each story was only half a mile as
the seventh story was the devils perch. He had computor fixed for
voice commanding as he could never clutch the mouse with taloned hand
he told computor what to do and whatever devil wanted devil got it
the flashing screen was just a background seemed alive with numbers
changing back then forth from 666 to 666 to 666 in different colors
and then sizes. The outside of the tower was just sandstone dust
always moving like a landslide up then down it gave one vertigo or
nausea just to watch it the thing was not a dragon not a human
caricature not even demon for it seemed to have some ears its face
was blank like someone made an android and then forgot to make its
face then added wings of leather to its carapace for bug or even
alien thing it was at once repulsive yet alive and needing love like
pets that people love then bury in the garden and they mourn them as
if they were once human and then they grow up some more years and get
busy with the life and they forget them they follow after devil and
try to steal the golden coin the idiots run up to the tower to try to
mount the steps the sides of the tower and they fall they have no
coherent grasp upon the wall it moves and slides a dusty mess it
cascades like a waterfall of dust to keep them out to hide the
treasure for the devil of the tower light a computor made of stone
blinking on and off with my namme upon the screen of golden coins
piled high beside the flashing numerals of light the devil smiling as
he watched the 666 keep changing in the night on one night in 2000 b.
c. it stopped and no matter what the devil did it would not start
until the midnight hour was then over and a new day had started some
say it was the birth of Christ that done it. If you go into the city
dump near Placerville and look out to the desert there you may see
the tower window and the flashing numbers of computor but you will
never steal the golden horded coin of devil there or climb the tower
from the stair or scale the androids wall for you will fall once upon
a time

138

138 138 CharlaXFabels CharlaXSonnetta I There is my holdings my vineyards in Franco The eye waves flies off of his wine While making millions of euro dollars While ewe aer always reining Qyeen The kisses lemone oh so sweet Only in my fantasy wine is never sour Away the hour enthrall love ewe CharlaX Millions making fables true bend Holding love above the real life Holding love inside the inside Holding love upon the morrow Holding love without mye sorrow Holding love to be the marrow Holding love above the dollar. II The grapes were used though lemone added mix A thing unheard in all the land The regent came to me anon to ask CharlaX why the wine would sec sit Tis for the love violette eye bend The lemone fragrance doth remind the eye The wine is never bitter then The love much more imported avec bien Love holding more than love can tell Love holding odoring the smell Love holding like the fetterments Love holding like a taste of her Love holding only love anon Love holding after we aer gone. III There is a mission now upon the corner Near the water they do stay there All the homeless wander there they live safe They have laoaves fishes sec vino No one hungars no ones cold No one misses world so bolder older No worldly pleasuer can compare Working harder now than ever fables quake Hold me loving hold me closer Hold me loving je embrasser Hold me magistrate ragon Qyeen Hold me merry happily long Hold me sensually loving Ruling the vineyard sun love song

CHILDPORN

they arressted a girl in the lieberry
they tagged the computor out of order
it has to CHILDPORN

MABE???
could there be any other reason for that???