MorePp

MorePp

MorePp
In all this excitement eye forgot my pea and queues. the girl who tried to ask me a question at the bus stop surprised when eye did not stop or listen to what she was saying who were you talking too no one is home eye am worry eye am fear eye am homeless on your street lighted from within with the fires of god healing his Jesus within me is chaos on the street the boy how funny eye must seen to this stripling lad of plenty muscles and slick hair and rich looking in his clothes he carries a bag but says he lives in a house he told me the building is now a vacant lot some homeless person burned it down he died from breathing fumey installation in the walls of San Antonio. He told me how he makes his living when someone gets too close to him he Grabs them and robs them this THIEF will not ever be my friend a robber who brags of fighting he thinks that he and he alone is god. The drunkard who was curious but did not come up the steps eye stopped my fear and slept the boy who sleeps upon the roof his baggage gone but still he comes to safety from the street is gone eye live upon my short stair cases of food laying next to me. While everyone eats 666 money offerings from food stamp cards eye still find the goodies and the dogs so hot eye crave the meat like an animal in this heat eye live to eat in the Alamo City of god. Bless me San Antone. Eye almost forgot all the other people moving past me on the sidewalk bless us everyone with MorePp. Oh my god Saint Anthony.

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

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

CITY of one night.odt

CITY of one night

no angels in sight

CITY of one night.odt

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. 

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.

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 jesus

sunday jesus

sunday jesus

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

totally random

 totally random

totally random


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