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real life interferes with facebook your phone interferes with real life you must get facebook open now most of you still get online with a laptop turn your phone to buzz

Hello everyone who loves me this is CharlaX eye get online on a Dell computor thankzx to Micheal the laptop Angel

POKE POKE POKE then notifications come someone looked at a poem someone looked at a picture someone posted a link its time for facebook oh so nice a thing the phone is charging so eye can see the time later eye hope the apps work today so i can send my friends the gifts they have it messed upp apps opening but not disclosing love to see what your friends are posting just go to the news feed most things show upp here your wall will not show much a few games some of your friends sent gifts update your status this is the most important piece everyone loves status too bad it scrolls away when other things are posted we need a pinned static status that stays there all the day thank  you facebook for the inbox for the chat box for the wall thank you most of all for letting friends add upp for letting postings fill my wall the women oh so pretty the men so very wrong the items eye must go to the items eye must miss facebook is the place to stay all day the stress is unreleased the friends need me they simply need me here to be one more link to the world online we need more poetry we need more facebook document

A Sober Reflection of Jesus

A Sober Reflection of Jesus OR Why did eye write ewe poetry Bye CharlAX


by Charles Robert Hice on Monday, June 25, 2012 at 12:06pm ·




A Sober Reflection of Jesus


OR


Why did eye write ewe poetry


Bye CharlAX

The AX is a symbol of the Cross of Jesus


eye made my first poem a paroday to see my homeless situation and to see iff eye could write poetry when my first efforts failed misearably only after my crude beginning not at all what eye envisioned as my ability failed to congeal into accepted mainstream poetry eye met a lady called her ewe and some success became mine until she tired of my whine the poor me syndrome of my incoherent mess became my new stYle which finally became prose poems eye made beginnings filled with ideas then finished them off with endings but never normal they did become something of a burden to her eye think the female aspect of a sheep has never thrilled her she might sleep better knoeing eye never see her wool over the top of her insanity is not bred into people it is usually an individual apart meant from his family is gone and normal full of sports and flag waving beer drinking days full of GLory gone from me my patriotic pride is dead like poetry is dead like poems is dead unless you write of murder morder dread like all the famous people did now dead is what the Ladies want instead of summers end they would bring back winters Lair imprison me a gain eye did some Jesus poems lelt me say a freak a sober freak has come in place of one the many android makes the poetry now eye am in the  middle of the end of time and a drought of poems as begun to solidify nothing coming forth that eye would consider posting but the love for her is still inside it is eternal like my Jesus stuff and so after this A Sober Reflection of Jesus eye am sure to make more poetry consider this a summer break and not the end of poems come did POE write poems every day of his existance is there any evidence he did not break for summer to reflect his own existance eye who am sober must now do the same cry woe woe woe to poetry woe woe woe to poems assuredly Poe did so reflect on Poetry

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The Flowers Secret For NPM April 31 2012

The Flowers Secret
For NPM April 31 2012

The Flowers Secret
For NPM April 31 2012
The Flower has a secret no man can find it out he pulls and prys the petals in his haste to get this out the secret spills away from him and hides its secret snout no man can knoe the secret of the violet no man can find it out the petals grasp and hold the sky the odor of the perfume keeps the flower pure the color draws the eye and yet the secret is not found in math the flowers do not grow in triangles and rectangular shapes they flow in round the roots digging into the earth to get the food and to just hold on when the wind is blowing hard the violet never does give up but life holds on the secret finally found the secret is the love a flower has it is hidden in the flowers life

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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eye am Bowie ; Jim

eye am Bowie ; Jim

The Original Bowie Knife

a description taken from reading the facts

charlax is reading this then making his own description

then we will go to the Alamo

Bowie’s Knife

eye am Bowie ; Jim James Black made new ones but the one he handed me did not fold up like a pocket knife like the Mexicans carry down south of me they hide them not wanting to fight with everyone they meet my knife was a little over 9 inches long and almost 2 inches wide in the widest point and sharp honed a fighting blade to help me keep my life in real fights on the Frontier. They were wooden handles not Bone and eye held more then one and kept at least two of them on me at the Alamo at all times. When Colenal Travis pulled his sword and dug the line of embarkation eye pulled both my blades and waved them in his direction eye tell you that man gave me a Devils look then softened his gaze when eye begged the men to lift up my cottan bed and carry me over the line they carefully lifted me up and over we went then they set me down and eye waved both my Bowie knives. Travis only frowned surely he was sorry at this loss of life but Proud yes Proud that all of us will fight to keep our Country freedom is the Key and every mothers son available for America was won this way Men fighting impossible odds in battle Falling to death to save her land for those who come after them there were about 14 mexicans in the first wave of them they caved the door inside my bed eye lay eye could only kill one of them so both my blades hit him in the Chest he was surprised for he shot me and expected to win it was the others behind me at least three of them fired into me at close range and eye knoe that eye was a goner but my Death eye figured held some kind of Honor. Just sorry my being sick almost kept me from it the day Travis did his Sword trick in the dirt eye could not even walk is why it happened this way but sick or not even unregulated men will fight to serve with SOldiers shoulder to shoulder or abed and besieged. eye am Bowie ; Jim.