Degreesofheaven

Degreesofheaven

There
will be snobbery in Heaven. There will be theft on lightfeet there if
the humists have the way there will be sex and drunkenness there will
be halls of commons filled with base and sordid creatures gathering
wool of eaten sheep. Perhaps the people in religion can’t stand
fire and brimstone when they peep because they do not understand the
life of magnitude been given. There are no degrees of heaven. Not in
the slightest bits. There is differences. A seeming contradictions.
There is the fact that Johhny has his thousands bowing down from
preaching in a gown he stood before a real alter and cried in a large
voice at people they let inn in droves. Perhaps eye may discover that
only thirteen people actually believed in Jesus from the discovery of
my religious writings and mye poems. They decided to accept the Lord
because the charlax used his prerecorded voice and internetted
places. Perhaps the faces will be hidden from the eye in ranks and
rows of Johhny marchers filling heavens roads looking down past toes
at all that GOLD on roads. Perhaps the place that eye will come to is
just inside that door near the end of the dewy fields of heaven far
away from orange groves. Perhaps that’s all eye want. A narrow
glen an end to ever wanting more. Perhaps eye shall fill my lungs
with air and bellow in the direction of the throne of GOD Halleluiah
now and then. The Choir will pause the Lord will stand and wave his
hand in the general direction of mye glen and smile say that is
Charles again. He lost the ability to sing but still he tries.
Suddenly thirteen voices are lifted up in chorus they tell the JESUS
they are in this Heaven place because of charlax. Jesus smiles and
suddenly eye am lifted to a central tower in the middle of the city
made of glass with all the food of heaven drifting near the window
silly of me to hunger now. Eye ask the ewe who loves me to reach her
hands that kiss me out the window snag some chicken please and thank
ewe. Get some cheese for our pet mouse as Algernon sits silently
between us giantley en guard of house. Just we three the daughter has
her own place near the Throne. With a golden cell phone hooked to
mamsies ear. Today is silly putty day and eye am bouncing it along
the wall it never worked just like a rubber ball before the mouse the
rat the giant pet ignores attempts at play time he just growls. As
ewe look out the window ewe seem pleasantly surprised to see Thirteen
neighbors’ flags all crosses of our Lord Each subdivision road
sign saying CharlaX Boulevard.

OldjJoker

OldjJoker

He
had new jeans and a brand new jacket on a head set over the hood that
looked like it contained an orchestra. He went from rags to riches
over night perhaps we should send the dogs out to look for nearbye
friends. He wanted money whiskey is expensive and so he wandered in
the club and set his old bones inside of new wolves clothes at least
he was trying to work lets listen inn. ClubbedOwner: “what is
that you do?” OldjJoker: “Eye am an entertainer let me
have thirty minutes on this stage no matter what happens you only pay
me @$20p for the night.” The owner said BOY aer yew in luck the
band did not show up. Stand Up Comic. First jJoke ed.note.ed. The
Owner did not smile as he introduced the OldjJoker by this moniker he
wanted all the drinkers to stay and smile and belly up and pay some
more. He placed a coffee cup close to the edge of the stage and
yelled to everyone if this man is good with jJokes please fill this
up. Then he smiled a sort of twisted grin as several patrons stood
again and bought another round. One dripped some whiskey in the cup
on his way back down to front. The StandUpComic smiled and told his
first joke. “We are camped out near the town.” “
the Policeman frowned and said what are you doing here?” “we
are protecting this city from the Herds of Wild Elephants around”
there are no Elephants in this city said the policeman quickly”
Your thanks is appreciated sir for a job well done” well you
could have heard a pin dropp no one moved or ordered any drinks the
ClubbedOwner moved a little to the nervous twitch that always came to
his left eye when someone was on stage at night. The jJoker cleared
his eye and tried again. “There was a man inside the airplane
and he was talking rather nerves and loud he rang out LOOK those
people down there look just like ants isn’t it amazing”
The Pilot leaned out of the cockpit and said Those ARE ants you idiot
we have not taken off yet? The only sound in the club was the Sound
of Silence. The ClubbedOwner looked at his watch and frowned down at
the empty bar glad that he had not paid the jJoker yet. He gulped
some air almost certain that he had failed to earn the $20p but then
he smiled remembering the deal it was for time all he had to do was
fill the thirty minutes or so he was supposing they would pay. “Why”
he began then had to start over with “WHY” a little
louder no one coughed or encouraged him otherwise. “WHY”?
He tried again “did the pygmies paint all there toenails red?”
To hide in the Cherrie trees? It was at this time that the
StandUpComic looked down at the coffee cup left there for his tips it
was turned around upside down. No one ordered another round the Owner
was standing there giving him a huge thumbs down He smiled at the
ClubbedOwner you have that backwards actually the Romans gave a
thumbs down when they wanted someone to live. Groans filled the
cavern space of stage. Fright descended upon the
StandUpComicOldjJokers face and he left without the $20p or the
whiskey spilled from overturned cup on the StandUpComic stage. The
Owner was openly weeping saying good night to all the paying
customers. He hurried to the door and very carefully pulled a $50p
bill from out of his lapel it was his emergency money kept there so
hidden well from robbers and from thieves. The jJoker turned and
paused aplomb gone. ClubbedOwner: “Eye will give this to you
sir on only one condition never come near this place again with your
rendition of a comedian.” The OldjJoker took the money slowly
turned and walked away into the darkness. The Owner closed the stage
door to the alleyway and smiled.

CharlaXTrio

CharlaXTrio

Three
poems combined OR this item is not for sale.

Trueisms

The
key is under the mat. The note is on the refrigerator door. The cat
is in the Back Yard. The letters is near the mail box. The clothes
line is on the side yard. The carport is near the garage closer to
the laundry room then the bedroom. The Kitchen is spaced. The living
room is every piece of furniture covered up with drop clothes no drop
cloths no one can sit and live in living room the den is for the
television. There is usually a cage for the children’s pets.
Rodents, mice, rats, gerbils, lemmings, squirrels. Little girls keep
strange animals. We still eat on the porch. Homeless
Apps

A
series of questions asked of a homeless person at a job interview OR
who actually would hire yew?

Do
you live in an existing structure?

Do
you have a shower or a bath?

Shaving
is in style at this office.

Do
you drink alcoholic beverages such as Lysol?

Clothing
is meant to be changed daily and washed weakly.

Can
you chew meat and peanuts with your existing teeth?

DO
your socks match?

When
someone shouts fire in a Theater do you duck?

Do
you walk toward a car and hold your hand out then someone just drives
near? Relax iff ewe answered any and all of these questions it just
meant that ewe aer not a redneck. RiceforAlgernon

Dateline
New Chaldonea the scientific community was gratified to be the proud
mothers of the new insect resistant rice. The field testing stage is
almost ready for deployment. They worked in the lab for three months
and Algernon the mouse was fattened up because he learned to avoid
the treated grains and eat the good stuff. He was mazed. The control
group used fluffy grains of untreated whiteflower rice as the control
for the treated kind. One side of the maze was left open to make it
easier to get the hard unedible portions the mouse learned to dive
headlong down inverted partitions to get his taste buds to the rice
so soft and chewy it tastes like white rice. Remember how the grains
would stick together and so so chewy.

Endoftheline

Endoftheline

A
story of the true life of Delta Dawn OR Condensed by Campells.

The
bus line used to run the city bus near her door way she took it one
block across the square they never charged her fare was free. She
worked for the government but one day she fell in love with mee. The
android eye. We had a lovely time the day was filled with sighs and
no regrets. And then it happened she had become homeless. Perhaps she
blames this downfall that she lives upon the eye but what fault is
man that loves. She wears that flower on a pin she lets it near her
shoulder above her breast and cries when someone asks her where is
that man that used to be here. She looks like she is looking up into
the Heaven up above not in denial at all but just accepting that he’s
gone. In her younger days they called her Delta Dawn Prettiest woman
you ever laid eyes on.
Then a man of low degree stood by her
side And
promised her he'd take her for his bride eye never promised her a
rose garden. She lives too much in there regrets in alcoholic hazy
days of twisting cheap wine caps from bottles never aged the
expiration date a bizarre torment of formaldehyde hidden in hopes of
better lives. What is that flower you have on could be a faded rose
from day’s gone bye. And did eye hear ewe say that he is never
coming back to the bus stop at the end of every lane in this
lifeline. She carries all her clothes in a backpack and a zipper bag
and sews her layers to skin kept hidden from the sunlight. She has a
heart as great as all the suffering she’s done she loves too
deeply for a man to touch or reach perhaps she sleeps so sound at
night because the light of love and GOD resides in her in Jesus. A
man would only confuse her with a self centered love like some
bizarre tom cat using her for self aggrandizement. Eye could not live
one lifetime to the bitter end but had to choose to live it one day
at a time. 'Cause
she walks downtown with a suitcase in her hand. Looking for a
mysterious dark-haired man Eye am sorry that eye had to leave her.

Retrieve

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The
end of world scenario has people blown to smithereens what iff the
emeny is Chinese and they developed smart bombs that just take the
peoples clothes and blow the weapons up inside of peoples bags the
airport dome is open the smart bombs there aer falling the people now
run naked the luggage all exploding. The poet was in the lieberry
saving his work one naked page at a time. He had a half of a page of
a WORD® document when the smart bomb outside went off.
http://www.tacda.org/studentaccessonly.
They played them stupid sirens the Civil Defense puts out it sounds
like a tornado coming mabe ewe can remember the sound iff ewe lived
in the deep deep south. The building locked automatically eye refused
to leave the Sirens stopped the Sheriff of the County of Cork came
into the room he seemed drunk. The Cork was pulled from the Whiskey
neck too soon in the day to suit eye. He laughed and swaggered a bit
and he would not meet mye eye. What UP Sherriff Corked said eye. He
tired to sound Officious with his drunken presence but he poured the
western accent on too thick like that awful BarBQued. This is
official business said the eye eye am retrieving a WORD document lost
in a priority. Before the bombs were dropped. It’s very
important that eye save it. The Sheriff got sober in record time and
thumbed his WalkyTalky™® on within ten minutes there was
three agents there from the FBI. We are from the Federal Bureau Of
WORD® Document Retrieval Investigation. This is a matter now for
Home Security and the computor called us in automatically at the same
time the Sherriff was using the old way of the WalkyTalky™®
They immediately saluted the eye. Eye waved them. Then eye laughed at
them and said eye am not longer undercover the day is half over and
they smiled. They each brought me the word document in triplicate the
only thing upon it was the error message grommet. The condensed soup
mix in the center of the page inflated and there was the poem Flowers
Faded. Flowers Fade. Eye saw the pretty flowers on the road side They
were all so pretty to me They seemed permanent to me But snow will
frown Wind and Rain and Sun. The Flowers are all gone. The Sherriff
was the first to say it WHY it is only a poem. Only a poem ALL three
FBEYE people cried out at once like a chorus. His ewe his wife his
interneted life she loves this poem she reads it twice when she reads
it sometimes she lets a tear slide down her nose and she smiles. She
just loves it. Said eye. It was worth all the clothes and the bullits
exploding in bags. Eureka eye have it said eye. Retrieve.

HoundsLike

HoundsLike

Eye
hate them solid funky charts the ones you drop that hits the fans one
confusical tone deafinition of love. They always ask me stupid
questions like they will hold a centipede up and say how many legs on
this one? See eh? So eye say it’s got 999 legs How come? Why it
is not a thousand and eye answer them with hate because they call
them a thousand legger caterpillar and eye want them to be wrong they
cannot be correct for they do lie so smug in dragons layers. Headache
so you want to knoe how bad a real headache can be go put your head
under a rock and lift it up and then frop it on your head all at
once. Then take a dishrag and twist all the water out then wet it
more then twist it more then frop the rock again your getting the
idea. Take your thumb off of your keyboard you idiot. It’s
stuck. It looks like a centipede on your windows screened. A RolyPoly
is just a younger version of a caterpillar without the fuzzy. Wuzzy
no he wuzzant. A man smears the glass on a window if he does want no
one to see. Try Technickle. The Diametrically opposed stimulated
optics nervously oppose sight formulation. Blind Man Bluff. How does
a blind man signal they wave the flag in the direction of the
indicated prejuduicer? Try making Coffee in a percolator without a
cord plugged. Grounds added to water water added to ice do not shake
or stir it never give advise. Rhythmic Blued persuasion. Exaggeration
creakily a distant moan was hoard. The Cell Phone Tone was Rapping.
The Raidio Tune was waiving. The Flying Flag poled. Harpo Marxist.
The sound a harp makes is chords no matter pluked or strung plinked
picked or strummed. The cumulative affect is like water flowing down
a side. A rock rolling turning over gathering leaf and one dirt then
rolling up to turn over rolling over and over over and over until
finally it rolls over once. What a stone. HoundsLike.

GOODNEWS

GOODNEWS

Are
we happy when good news comes after a delay of days sometimes goes on
too long or are we sort of jaded when elated hits the fan and then we
hear that all is well we sort of hang the head and think that mabe it
was too long in coming great the news may be but why the wait? It’s
like eating when one has this cold a chore that has to be
accomplished done so quickly over taste was not a factor. Like
bathing in a tub with clothes on. Like eating sustenance the basics
with no deserts afterwords. Let them eat cake and bake on the sandy
shoreling no snoring on the couch legs in womb positions slouch. No
cost is spared in experimental dressings perfume flaunted at no
charge. Wide open spaces calling no one to come out. While the
foundations of her lover are now taken away by force from him forever
as they besmirch the only thing he had left his good name is gone
fropped away with cuttings from academies of Belarus Institutions
where they train the Teamsters to treat paying customers like dust.
My feet aer sorer then they ever have been even when eye marched the
Masonic Dixon line to Winter Haven. My head keeps filling up with a
clear liquid measure seemingly with no end of snot. Grime despair
grips me in group graspings grimly. My pretty green scarf is now a
catchers rag for snot the thing must weigh a ton and eye keep
forgetting not to wear it and so it goes on neck until eye hasty
pulling off. Remembering just where it is suddenly like a light bulb
going on. Pull the switch turn the light switch on the light comes on
pull the switch anon the second time around the light switch down the
light goes off the off and on is up and down the last place eye want
to put that rag is pocket. My jeans look nice but there is stains not
showing. Near the places that people frown. The day is nice where
lamb is at and daughters home. This is only thing that makes me
smile. GoodNews. Now there they said at once don’t you feel so
bad all that worry that you did it was for nothing you should feel
even worse now that you knoe that she is safe and sound and no harm
done. Feel bad because you worried some. The habit of a lifetime.