Tuesday, February 9, 2010

NervO

NervO
poem
CharlaXDictionary entry seven numbered knot NervO: the state of the computor user when the mouse goes all squirrley.No amount of noodeling no dragging no tapping can ease mye nervo. The fine art of a mouse pad escapes the commands I carefully do everything write and then it goes south it stops working it will not recognize my tapping it even slides to the right eye soon have to stop and go retrieve it like a bone that slides out of the dogs mouth eye suppose eye am too sensitively trained to the drag and click mouse on the public servor used to doing the dragging for copy and pasteing. NOT the grating nerves of the chalk boarded but the aweful loss of control of noodeling there is no other word to explain the movement of a tool with a mind of its own a mouse intent on taking its own time on going where it pleases no matter what the user attempting. Scrolling is halfway down the page eye go then the mouse takes off trying to escape he shows me several options the arrows pointing both ways at once like the scarecrows arms then the almost time function arrows that point in circles eye cannot get them to actually do anything but wait them out untill its over twirling. Eye advocate no violence but wish the missing person that taught me how to double tapp this mouse learns a better lesson and the tap and slide works better now. What eye am trying to communicate to the faithful minions is the way it grates inside the nerve endings and iff you are not nervous or ever have been nervous as a person then you will not relate. Perhaps a distant cousin or an uncle or an aunt even you could be my mother in a placento sort of relationship smother me with mother love. Both of them. Sort of. Just a play on words no need to start the motor car. NervO.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

QuantumUniversal

QuantumUniversal
poem
The quantum foam is sticky, like taffy. My mind pulls on it and every strand of gooey color brings to me the sweet essence of you from all the universes. This is Doctor Bucks theory of the QuantumUniversal. The QuantumUniversal(Tm)(R) theory simply stated is this : Time Travel to the future is impossible so to the past times we must go. This is DR. Bucks assistant DR. Hice : We sent a chicken back to 1932 in our time travel machine it was unable to lay eggs when we actually retrieved it it was trying to peck itself to death we think the brain is affected and we are searching for a volunteer a human to send back in time again. We need a volunteer from among all the facebook contestants we will have to choose among teh reluctants. JB has chosen to remain annonamouse but has agreed to be our guinea piggy. He wants to go back to 1963 to eat some of the pie he forgot that day on his MOthers window still sitting there hot and smothered with love. It was Apple flavored fig newton pie. Oh Yuckk. Some mothers fill pies with strang things but always add love. We hesitated only once then hit the switch that sent him back to his mothers kitchen in 1965. What. No Doctors is not perfect and we overshot the time by two years the pie was gone his MOther had none. SHe looked carefully at John and said My SOn how you have grown where did you learn to shave facebook mabe oh that bad facebook place. He was overheard to exclaim as he took our sled back to flight Oh my Mother eye love you eye do but the quantum foam is sticky like taffy, my mind pulls on it; and every strand of gooey color brings to me the sweet essence of you from all the universes. You were always a good poet she smiled down at John Burroughs who frowned back at the Doctors Hice and Time Buck. The QuantumUniversal Theory has worked go now to facebook and look how Jesus Crisis turned out.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

SHADOWED

SHADOWED
A Paroday Poem for Jesus Crisis
poem
Shadowed

Eye was wondering if Jesus was there and then suddenly you commented on a note somewhere and then eye realized John Burroughs only has his shadow paged between the coffee and the cakes the breaks you all take from your real lives inside your happy homes the few moments when we relate to one anothers tomes or quizzes or notes. The leaving and the coming back the hours we all sleep the shadow there of friends we keep. The seconds that it takes the facebook hierarchy to open pages the honestly mistaken that we do in haste and not thinking threw the reasons the other people have for never posting anythings not many of the people fall in love with someone just because they aer on facebook and they are nice and then the hate that people have for someone never met eye can't relate but what is love gone south but hate mixed up love disguised as missing this Jesus Crisus. IN a never ending battle with the nerves we all possess between the meals in kitchens never dressed in linen cloth for guests lies the shadow knoes. Forgive me iff eye look for Crisis Chronicles. In Public and in private places searching now for Jesus on your Facebook.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

BloodOfJesus

BloodOfJesus
poem
Not the wine sacrament of the church not the grape juice that we use not the chalice cupp not the rememberance not the ritual not the religion not the commandments of men. The BloodOfJesus is the real blood that he shed on the Cross of Calvary the post of Jesus. ON the Romans Internet it was www.JesusSaves.Com.Blood the Pointless Pilot smurffed the action then went behind the bathroom tossed up all his cookies lost his function. The COnstant searching of the Knights of the Rounded gave me pause seek becomes find King Arthurs COmputor did not have the same wireless button on mine. Smile you are on CharlaX Camera candid the price of life is death the death of GOD. GOing to a function and remembering his sacrifce will never save you but the realization given to you from the Holy Spirit to once and for all convince you that it is this Jesus Crucified in Jeruselum His Holy City and cast out to SHED his blood on the tTtree of Golgotha the Hill of the Skull it was a place of Death is where this new eternal life comes from. Drinking wine in small amounts and breaking cracker crumbs will not save you but the shedding of the blood of JESUS when he did this was over Two Thousands Year ago this Christmas. Not the formal necktied meetings but the Beaten Dying Lord hangging dripping Blood the blood of Jesus. What he said was WHEN WHEN WHEN you are DOING THIS (meant breaking bread at the meetings and drinking the wine as the sacrificial remembrances) HE then said Remember ME ??? Meaning Jesus. www.shedbloodoncross.com on the older model Snail mail COmputors you wlll not be able to see this. You now need INtel. This may seem humorus to you even fruitless or breadless at least it is wineless but it may seem like sacrilegious but many people use this internet the web is huge and they also need to be saved by the shed BloodOfJesus.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

SnowDay

SnowDay
poem
OUt of snow into the snow back and forth in snow day. I may I maight wish for snow to take a flight. o o o o o o o o snow flaske anagram ed of snow flakes editor went crazy when i typed anagramed and the oooooooo eight Os my bizarro effort to make snow flakes was at the least successful trace.The word is snow enow allow the plow to function I will eat at Joes. Snow poem yes its at least deep mabe deeper by then out of flakes into the feet . I missed the City Trolley FUnction Buss by only minutes I stepped into the twilight zone after dressing in the 60 degree house tent with candles blown and door open I was wet too wet in minutes whats the problem is snow.I got a ride by word of mouth at the gas stationed he was nice he said he wold dropp me at the intersection to the town and when he stopped I missed the door opener and he frowned but he finally found it after grabbing it in the wrong place hisselfen making me certain it was the newer style of truck cluck cluck open up the door chuck get back into the snow such is life in bizarro Colorado.I burned all night. Sleep missing. COld even when inn. Lucky may lucky might please help me make it threw one more lucky night. I am not gonna freeze not to death at least I like to sneeze all alone in the middle of my comfort zoned. I can go home alone come out in the mourning try to all over again try to make it my business to live. I am eighteen I am fourteen I am Fifty Five. I like to listen to a Musick Video without seeing just what they look like it brings into play my reel memory. AHHA hehe look at me I am showing out.Why did they call it that? It must have been on a slow SnowDay.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

TheChineseSolution

TheChineseSolution
poem
ThisisCharlaXSceyeinsfiction
poem
WorstCaseScenerio
TheEndOfThisWorldJOE
We the Chinese Red Army have created the largest Society in the world. A fascist regime rivalling Nazi Germany. Our Red Army makes the old SS look a small joke seeming JOE. Our populace however suffering. We want to end the world we have the technology we have two Megatron Bombs we are making your smaller Atomics lloking like kindeling JOE. (Radio)r(over)r we are at 40,000 feet and climbing in a Fjj360CloakingJet and the Sjj360CloakingJet we nammed them that because of your Star Trek programs JOE. The Fjj designation is First jet the 360 innummeration a full throtle looping ability to preform a negative loop to fire fourteen missles seven on each wing with the One Megatron Bomb on the center of the tail spin. MGB releasing only on the commanding of Chinese Emporer litlegod. We only made two of these jets JOE. The Fjj360 and the Sjj360 the S stands for Second jet JOE. The first jet is targetting the south pole the ssecond jet is targeting the north pole. Even your SuperMan can not stop both of them in time. (radio)r(squack)r JOE the second jet the Sjj360 is bieng shott down by the SAC American Jet butt the Fjj360 is still clear. The detonation of teh Megatron will split this Earth World into Two Parts Two Pieces JOE. Just like Science Fiction movie. (radio)r waiting for commanding of litlegod flying and refueling (squack)r Sjj360 looped and gunned down Three Sac Jets but missed the fourth one JOE was destroyed over your North Pole. Fjj360 (radio)r no enemy planes sighted ALL CLEAR sounded holding patteran waiting for commanding of litlegod. Sigh Oh Narrow, JOE, GoodBye, Joe AmeriKa. TheChineseSolution CharlaXSighinsfiction. WorstCaseScenerio Dedication now JOE is too TIM BUCK mye Facebook friend who liked my CityOnMars prose poem so much. Bomb Away. TheEndOfThisWorldJOE. Sayonara. Tim Buck on facebook
Well.......this is quite interesting. Has a real gusto to it.

But......let's think through this scenario a moment.

First, nothing on Earth is as bad as the Nazis. Even regimes like Stalin's that were numerically more murderous were not as exotically evil as the SS. The Nazis stand alone.... See More

Second, the Chinese, though maybe hard for us to understand, do not have insectoid brains. They would not blow the Earth in two -- a suicidal gusto taken to absurd lengths.

Finally, they don't need no steenking bombs. They are already well on their way to world domination through capital reserve, technological acumen, and command entrepreneurship.

If you want to wax poetic on a real Earth-smashing Demon, take a long look at global corporatism, with its black heart beating inside Wall Street.

Having said all this, I do love the early Cold War-era paranoia of this piece. Almost like a reverse-mirror image of Slim Pickens enthusiastically riding that A-bomb down to smitheration.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

NeverSeed

NeverSeed
poem
poem
Sound off
I never seen an apple seed! Could be a lie iff taken as a statesmeant meant to mean just what it says to eye. I never seen an apple seed? As iff the apple was walking round planting seed? Oh! I never seen an apple seed! Never seen the inside of the apple cored or halved with seed of plenty? Wait! of course eye did. Trees within itself at least most apples seen have six or seven seed. Trees pop up when apple walks round! AGround but NeverSeed the seed makes trees not apples neverseed. Sound off. Music shared a song is performed it is recorded played replayed accorded instruments. It is the broadband song it is mine by default. It becomes our song by living it; sharing the broadband song; Sound off. The distant thunder: the muffled shout. Becomes the bass and treble pipsicotto even out. A taller person a shorter one will equal out both laying down together man and wife. NeverSeed Sound off.