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 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 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

hard cheese sir

hard cheese sir

hard cheese sir

in these trying times to be a help someone to be a normal son

hard to get those homemade pies

hard to be a real asset to someone used to someone else

the resentmeant it is a palatable thing

hard to hang tight and close to hold on to a ghost figure intent on doing whatever

the best way to describe a woman is the wind

can  you control the wind as it is blowing can you change the direction of the wind to make it slowing from the fast fast pace of living in the lane the street the city of the bright night lights how they shine and beckon to the poor my own mother torn into without the money that she needed to be rich we shopped in the windows of the stores and left always empty handed needing more then we could find our eyes full of wondering out loud

love reserved for someone already met

none for the new boy never or just not yet

one day gone never to return

she has a piece of me that burns

she took my heart but kept it there

and not aware of the love for her

its just hard cheese sir

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

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

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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

Daily Grind

Daily Grind

August 21, 2014 at 12:26pm

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smile this ones for ewe so ewe can see my day in time

Daily Grind

Daily Grind
something to be said for waking up but you need to be there
the daily routine never varies by much always on time the daylight approach the walk to the store to be the first in the door the line of shoppers is slow to form the line at the free coffee pott lengthens as 7 AM time slips into the stream of the continuum to the bathroom open the chromebook later in the cafe back to the sidewalk walk to the mule push the cart to the leaving place in the bushes get relief a new tee shirt then more walking to this door to a place of quiet where wifi is allowed 10 AM no charge where public people sit in groups of one and individuals abound life must go on and so when the day is over and its time to leave at 9 PM the mule must then be found to the walk over to the place of leaving and then the long walk home a change of shirts and leave the mule walk to the restaurant at 10 PM another hot spot another change of shirts to get the smell more palatable so eye can get my booth and sit for two more wifi hours off the street and smile this ones for ewe so ewe can see my day in time
Daily Grind

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

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

specific resistances

Charles Robert Hice

2 hours ago · Edited

specific resistances
specific resistances
in the main course of human events freedom is not an option with you stupid people
enter the classroom one final time we find one child there in front of the child is the computor the computor is angry with the child is trying to use its notebook it is trying to write with a real pencil the electric shock makes the child pick up the mouse and respond only to the computor is programming this child to go home and kill its mother
do you see the problem now
666 — in Tallahassee, FL.

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.

EXposiStory

EXposiStory

September 12, 2013 at 10:28am
eye was beaten on both sides of my face for being homeless eye guess eye turned the other cheek


EXposiStory
EXposiStory

bye charlaX

eye saw the anti christ man preach his false religion on the intergnet he had a flag that said 666 eye used his picture in some of my early poetry that man is dead exposed too be a false witness bye his death no one will be forgiven

there is one still in the heavens he stands near Father God and waits for his religion purpose GOD can tell the time to JESUS

the early christians were beaten for preaching Jesus

eye was beaten on both sides of my face for being homeless

eye guess eye turned the other cheek

we look to the real Jesus  to return to Earth from the heavens

the false gospel doctrine has been denyed

you must learn to trust the Spirit as  your guide

he will help you see just what the Bible sayd

iff they say come here and look in the inner chambers

we have Jesus here

do not believe them

they have only fear

the real Jesus is still waiting just to hear his Fathers word

you will see the Sky

it will look like a Giant Cross all at once the sky will scroll apart to reveal the true Jesus coming down to claim his world of lost Sinners that he made

in the twinkling of an eye

in the last moment of time

Please get ready to meet this Jesus

get the true Religion

accept the Holy Spirit

Just say Jesus

pondoor

pondoor pondoor for Jesus Crisis as eye pondoor

July 10, 2013 at 12:27pm

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droping a famous namme on humpp day dromedairy wednesday

pondoor

pondoor
for Jesus Crisis
as eye pondoor  week and theory strang thoughts rudimentary
isolated snippets eating existing whole cities is cleveland still with it is it the place to be alive
eye pondoor
eye thrive on advertisemeant
wood eye have been borne with webbed feet iff mother had eaten a duck
mhy luck
two left hands and a left handed brain
because she sewed my new blue jeans
dew eye exist eye assure yew eye dew
 eye seldom duck down the avenue is fish but eye hate to go swimming  with bow legs and drowning in haste
stupid is as stupid does the adages the impressiairio too find the negative relief
adolf hitler standing in the closet holding upp his two shirts do eye wear the gray or the brown
no feelings of any kind
android curios kudos
droping a famous namme on humpp day
dromedairy wednesday
eye hopped you liked mhy word play