this lady that eyelove has sent me this song today ewe
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Whitebread Jesus
Whitebread Jesus
Jesus is limpwristed white anglo saxon male tripping on acid drinking pale ale smoking only Manitoba Red but willing to BONG with any group of young educated white people STOP. Of course this write is all self evidently supported by the Constituents of the Republicans Hierarchy. Jesus was an Israelite. A dark skinned desert dwelling nomad he travelled back from EgYpt on a Camel back. Jesus is a Negroid. He is a tall and balding black man with a hair lip in the south of darkenness so that when he smiles his teeth are showing up like the Cheshire Cat smile as eye remember ALICE as eye smile. Jesus is Oriental yellow palor blending into hide as homeless next to concrete walls unpainted near the asphalt changing colors as the world glides bye. Jesus is blue. Because we make him sad. A frosty blue reflecting anger turning purple and then red because of coming judgment of the dead. Jesus is mad. But not at ewe or eye. Jesus is white for Holy Robes cleansed of all the weaknesses of Human Frailties; GOD.
Jesus is limpwristed white anglo saxon male tripping on acid drinking pale ale smoking only Manitoba Red but willing to BONG with any group of young educated white people STOP. Of course this write is all self evidently supported by the Constituents of the Republicans Hierarchy. Jesus was an Israelite. A dark skinned desert dwelling nomad he travelled back from EgYpt on a Camel back. Jesus is a Negroid. He is a tall and balding black man with a hair lip in the south of darkenness so that when he smiles his teeth are showing up like the Cheshire Cat smile as eye remember ALICE as eye smile. Jesus is Oriental yellow palor blending into hide as homeless next to concrete walls unpainted near the asphalt changing colors as the world glides bye. Jesus is blue. Because we make him sad. A frosty blue reflecting anger turning purple and then red because of coming judgment of the dead. Jesus is mad. But not at ewe or eye. Jesus is white for Holy Robes cleansed of all the weaknesses of Human Frailties; GOD.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
FridaySaturday
FridaySaturday
Friday at McDonalds drinking coffee in Tucson. A Ganger tried to pick a fight with me. There is no Saturday poem unless this counts as one the one eye wrote on Friday is loathsome and not published as there is only one way to make ewe understand my worry for ewe is love for ewe not wanting ewe to feel bad eye guess eye make too many mistakes with ewe not knoeing what ewe expect or want from me eye love ewe we are separated by space and time one of the ways eye have been caring about ewe is to worry a lot when something is hurting ewe and eye am sorry eye have been unable to make ewe understand this eye am sorry and eye will try to mend mye evil ways because eye love ewe when eye worry eye for ewe eye will try to hide it or make it go away this coffee is helping me to cope. A very good cup eye got the last of the last pot in mye refill cup for now she has the only decaf pot left on top. Surprised there was some left enought. Eye may decide to publish this on Saturday Kis ewe. That Ganger laughed at my new New York hat on. Eye cared for none of that. He called me a Yankee and said HE was a Wildcat. Friday at McDonalds drinking coffee in Tucson. Eye finished up mye coffee cup kept mye New York cap on. Got back on the Bus Sun Tran. Gone to Saturday all alone eye worry not at all. But pen this ode a poem born on Friday polished up on Saturday for ewe. Sont worry ewe. Friday gone.
Friday at McDonalds drinking coffee in Tucson. A Ganger tried to pick a fight with me. There is no Saturday poem unless this counts as one the one eye wrote on Friday is loathsome and not published as there is only one way to make ewe understand my worry for ewe is love for ewe not wanting ewe to feel bad eye guess eye make too many mistakes with ewe not knoeing what ewe expect or want from me eye love ewe we are separated by space and time one of the ways eye have been caring about ewe is to worry a lot when something is hurting ewe and eye am sorry eye have been unable to make ewe understand this eye am sorry and eye will try to mend mye evil ways because eye love ewe when eye worry eye for ewe eye will try to hide it or make it go away this coffee is helping me to cope. A very good cup eye got the last of the last pot in mye refill cup for now she has the only decaf pot left on top. Surprised there was some left enought. Eye may decide to publish this on Saturday Kis ewe. That Ganger laughed at my new New York hat on. Eye cared for none of that. He called me a Yankee and said HE was a Wildcat. Friday at McDonalds drinking coffee in Tucson. Eye finished up mye coffee cup kept mye New York cap on. Got back on the Bus Sun Tran. Gone to Saturday all alone eye worry not at all. But pen this ode a poem born on Friday polished up on Saturday for ewe. Sont worry ewe. Friday gone.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
LesMisearble
LesMisearble
LeMorde
Dragging feet sliding step after step as if lame but only tired of walking too far to find the doorway needed to make the sleeper feel securer in a world of we the people pulling blanket from the bag then laying down then one more blanket from the bag how many blankets does it have. LeMorde not ever sleeping more than just a few minutes of its time at once a light sleeper must be ready to bound out at once or just to run. The head in pain the wine bottle lays half empty or half full the bugs crawl into the neck and start to fill the area to drink the wine is ruined now. If the homeless was a person with a family they are now there still alive in memory his heart has suffered death if they have died. LeMorde his lips curl unexpectedly they drool his eyes all white he smiles. The gloves have holes the moths have dined the holes not reaching other holes in time the gloves remaining gloves but only for a time. His shirt looks fine from a distance but the salt mingles with the colors of his vested interest and that aweful smell. The cramp comes to the muscles in his foot then up past ankle to the half way up the calf the thigh twitching like a horse that’s racing then it stops stops all at once. His pants are always too short. The waist is cut to fit a belly overflow the belt long gone. They reek they shout at people out loud just get away from me that aweful smell. LeMorde weeps his tears making a stain where his pillow should have been falling on the cardboard needing to be changed but lazy is the man with drink just nasty now the roach has gotten stuck and died in the bottle just inside the lip the wine is lost. LeMorde gets up to go and try to get another one he begs to fill his pocket up he needs another 50 cents to buy some mighty fine wine just brother can you spare that dime. Inside he cries. LeMorde LesMisearble in time.
LeMorde
Dragging feet sliding step after step as if lame but only tired of walking too far to find the doorway needed to make the sleeper feel securer in a world of we the people pulling blanket from the bag then laying down then one more blanket from the bag how many blankets does it have. LeMorde not ever sleeping more than just a few minutes of its time at once a light sleeper must be ready to bound out at once or just to run. The head in pain the wine bottle lays half empty or half full the bugs crawl into the neck and start to fill the area to drink the wine is ruined now. If the homeless was a person with a family they are now there still alive in memory his heart has suffered death if they have died. LeMorde his lips curl unexpectedly they drool his eyes all white he smiles. The gloves have holes the moths have dined the holes not reaching other holes in time the gloves remaining gloves but only for a time. His shirt looks fine from a distance but the salt mingles with the colors of his vested interest and that aweful smell. The cramp comes to the muscles in his foot then up past ankle to the half way up the calf the thigh twitching like a horse that’s racing then it stops stops all at once. His pants are always too short. The waist is cut to fit a belly overflow the belt long gone. They reek they shout at people out loud just get away from me that aweful smell. LeMorde weeps his tears making a stain where his pillow should have been falling on the cardboard needing to be changed but lazy is the man with drink just nasty now the roach has gotten stuck and died in the bottle just inside the lip the wine is lost. LeMorde gets up to go and try to get another one he begs to fill his pocket up he needs another 50 cents to buy some mighty fine wine just brother can you spare that dime. Inside he cries. LeMorde LesMisearble in time.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
WiccanonInternet
WiccanonInternet
She places a White Robe over her head sliding down to cover her to toes she lights a Magic Orb one of them Sixty Dollar kind with wick so longish thick she weaves her fingers there in front of it like she has captured FIRE like all the better witches did on all the Devils movies. She moves mouse just barely catching it; surprised it arrows MSN then CLICK she double clicking it has thus her webpage but to open it she has to type. She learned typing in the High School she attended it before they kicked her out one Friday she was there the next Monday she was gone. She gets in Hotmail only after she refreshes it retyping all the numbers wrong she finally gets to open it. Her email Webaddress looks just like this a.wiccan@hotmail.com for her namme is allouchious wiccan on the internet. She always gets the capshun wrong but there is never any email there at all. No one has captured it on one has come on. Shaking like a leaf in windy day she reaches out and turns computor button off. Then she reaches out to snuff the Majic Orb. To turn fire off. IN fright she grasps the Wiccan Wick and snuffs the FIRE; a pause and then the single glisten tear falls discoloring her Wiccan robe of White.
She places a White Robe over her head sliding down to cover her to toes she lights a Magic Orb one of them Sixty Dollar kind with wick so longish thick she weaves her fingers there in front of it like she has captured FIRE like all the better witches did on all the Devils movies. She moves mouse just barely catching it; surprised it arrows MSN then CLICK she double clicking it has thus her webpage but to open it she has to type. She learned typing in the High School she attended it before they kicked her out one Friday she was there the next Monday she was gone. She gets in Hotmail only after she refreshes it retyping all the numbers wrong she finally gets to open it. Her email Webaddress looks just like this a.wiccan@hotmail.com for her namme is allouchious wiccan on the internet. She always gets the capshun wrong but there is never any email there at all. No one has captured it on one has come on. Shaking like a leaf in windy day she reaches out and turns computor button off. Then she reaches out to snuff the Majic Orb. To turn fire off. IN fright she grasps the Wiccan Wick and snuffs the FIRE; a pause and then the single glisten tear falls discoloring her Wiccan robe of White.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
BurroughsSchoolHIGH COUP
John (Jesus Crisis) Burroughs School of HIGH COUP
Presents CharlaX HIGH COO
High Coo
Loe Mu
Love ewe
Syllable count is Seven FIVE Seven
Perfect form thanzkx yew John.
Presents CharlaX HIGH COO
High Coo
Loe Mu
Love ewe
Syllable count is Seven FIVE Seven
Perfect form thanzkx yew John.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
BostonTeaPea
BostonTeaPea
We have the right to remain silenced nothing we say is in the way of evidenced.
Methinks perhaps eye protested too much. There is some tea bags in the bottom
of the lunch bagged up but eye have got to open too many other zippers
in the way to get to party tea. First the bungee cords must be unhooked
from side to side then dropped into the sea. Then balanced open bag precariously
removed all the meat covered dishes between the top opened up and the bag
that houses tea brought out to light to sea just how many pea there are between me
and the tea bags there. Perhaps eye will await the trip back home tonite before
eye make the tea in harbored glen no men surrounding me the tea not hot or
bought with money or with pea. The added weight of harbored water brought
may be the death of freedom fought for then found for free near harbored
louts near me. Shouting in the drunkenness men have a way of darkenness the lout
comes out of mouthyness to bring the vex in me to fore. Pinnacles of risen mud
lie all about as tea is now brought forth. Eye have alighted the LED is best
no fire no smoke no water hot but tea can be still had. No vest but many shirts
beneath my jacket or my coat the tea is drunken down not sipped but that is best.
The party is still raging in the distance now that eye am done and down the hide
the glen is quiet now eye lay me down to sleep the tea is gone.
Near Boston Harbored.
We have the right to remain silenced nothing we say is in the way of evidenced.
Methinks perhaps eye protested too much. There is some tea bags in the bottom
of the lunch bagged up but eye have got to open too many other zippers
in the way to get to party tea. First the bungee cords must be unhooked
from side to side then dropped into the sea. Then balanced open bag precariously
removed all the meat covered dishes between the top opened up and the bag
that houses tea brought out to light to sea just how many pea there are between me
and the tea bags there. Perhaps eye will await the trip back home tonite before
eye make the tea in harbored glen no men surrounding me the tea not hot or
bought with money or with pea. The added weight of harbored water brought
may be the death of freedom fought for then found for free near harbored
louts near me. Shouting in the drunkenness men have a way of darkenness the lout
comes out of mouthyness to bring the vex in me to fore. Pinnacles of risen mud
lie all about as tea is now brought forth. Eye have alighted the LED is best
no fire no smoke no water hot but tea can be still had. No vest but many shirts
beneath my jacket or my coat the tea is drunken down not sipped but that is best.
The party is still raging in the distance now that eye am done and down the hide
the glen is quiet now eye lay me down to sleep the tea is gone.
Near Boston Harbored.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
EasterEGGtTthrice
EasterEGGtTthrice
EasterEGGtTthrice
EGGPoemIII
This is mye Easter Sunday. This is the LORD Jesus Christ is Risen day and EGG day and Bunny day all rolled into a dry mourning in the homeless sack. A religious holiday day. Today eye found the secret of creation there is color added just to stones the rocks around us there is JESUS shades of blood permeating the stratus zones around us. Some quartz near eye today was strangley coloured in the mourning light some almost purple some dark red some a lighter almost white but gray slate is almost pink in early desert light. Perhaps it was just a fancy for eye was looking for delight in such a small desert spaced out place a mosaic there of the SON of GOD uncovered now for all the world to read about in EGGPoem thrice. Happy Easter Ewe on this wonderful Easter Sunday Sunrise penned in Notebook for Easter Egg Thrice.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
EasterSakesAlive
EasterSakesAlive
Iff eye should die before the summer has decayed, and perhaps the LORD my soul to Heaven He will take, then meet mee there when HE opens up them graves and WE go flying in the AIR like Huge intakes like JETS without no Engines whine no need then of a cabins closed embrace no enclosure surrounds our carapace outside but together holding hands we Love and fly away for Jesus Sakes alive, enroute to Heaven when we die.
Iff eye should die before the summer has decayed, and perhaps the LORD my soul to Heaven He will take, then meet mee there when HE opens up them graves and WE go flying in the AIR like Huge intakes like JETS without no Engines whine no need then of a cabins closed embrace no enclosure surrounds our carapace outside but together holding hands we Love and fly away for Jesus Sakes alive, enroute to Heaven when we die.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
2022
2022
Eye was comatose for several Decades since 2002 eye was not aging in any way number of years could leave a Mark upon my forehead or hands. They were ready now to answer all my Questions. "Why are you so TALL doctor?" for he was well over Seven Feet and so was his female counterpart. Was this the first one posed well no but this is the first one given voice to them. The man and woman both looked the same in heighth new word heighth and then his answer came "WE are andelectric now there is no division of the hearts." "WE do not have a need for short people they are encumbrances just in the way of love." Stunned; eye readied myself for just one more Question then eye said, "eye want to send an email to mye friend, an email?, please take me to a terminal so EYE can use computer?" They both looked quickly away. "There is nothing like your GMAIL now," she said, "your friend is 20 years older now than you are." What would she say or have to say to eye. And so eye let them show to me the INTRANET it was just a plain screen set in the wall with no controls it seems to be a Glowing Disembodied Head with 666 in letters Glowing on its forehead there looking like a Beast was wounded and then Kept alive resuscitated and eye noticed quickly there was no email services for eye. Then instead of giving up eye walked for 17 days across the burning deserts so in love eye limped up trails and down again to reach her where she dwells there she was alone now where she accepted me believing now in Androids and believing in a Maker GOD she gives me love.
Eye was comatose for several Decades since 2002 eye was not aging in any way number of years could leave a Mark upon my forehead or hands. They were ready now to answer all my Questions. "Why are you so TALL doctor?" for he was well over Seven Feet and so was his female counterpart. Was this the first one posed well no but this is the first one given voice to them. The man and woman both looked the same in heighth new word heighth and then his answer came "WE are andelectric now there is no division of the hearts." "WE do not have a need for short people they are encumbrances just in the way of love." Stunned; eye readied myself for just one more Question then eye said, "eye want to send an email to mye friend, an email?, please take me to a terminal so EYE can use computer?" They both looked quickly away. "There is nothing like your GMAIL now," she said, "your friend is 20 years older now than you are." What would she say or have to say to eye. And so eye let them show to me the INTRANET it was just a plain screen set in the wall with no controls it seems to be a Glowing Disembodied Head with 666 in letters Glowing on its forehead there looking like a Beast was wounded and then Kept alive resuscitated and eye noticed quickly there was no email services for eye. Then instead of giving up eye walked for 17 days across the burning deserts so in love eye limped up trails and down again to reach her where she dwells there she was alone now where she accepted me believing now in Androids and believing in a Maker GOD she gives me love.
Friday, April 3, 2009
PhoneyOperator
PhoneyOperator
Eye finally had had just about enough of a phoney company phone receiver that was cracked and broken still working and hanging on the phone and so eye called them. Hello he said in Mexican eye suppose the language was Spanish eye waited and he repeated it in English. This is a receiver it has been broken on a public placed telephone for money they call them pay phones but as eye began to notice something wrong for the Mesican on the line was so certain that he began to make me mad when he began to tell me to hang up and call for the repair myself eye lost all my big plans for eye was thinking that it was just his job and not my own to report a broken phone. Eye replaced the cracked receiver on the cradle and eye left not even looking for a repair the phone number on the facing there. Eye did not break the phone and EYE do not work for the phoney operator or the phone company. Later eye will report this to the proper authorities when eye can find out who they be. For now eye am unhappy with the phoney operator this one that is not working for the phoney company.
Eye finally had had just about enough of a phoney company phone receiver that was cracked and broken still working and hanging on the phone and so eye called them. Hello he said in Mexican eye suppose the language was Spanish eye waited and he repeated it in English. This is a receiver it has been broken on a public placed telephone for money they call them pay phones but as eye began to notice something wrong for the Mesican on the line was so certain that he began to make me mad when he began to tell me to hang up and call for the repair myself eye lost all my big plans for eye was thinking that it was just his job and not my own to report a broken phone. Eye replaced the cracked receiver on the cradle and eye left not even looking for a repair the phone number on the facing there. Eye did not break the phone and EYE do not work for the phoney operator or the phone company. Later eye will report this to the proper authorities when eye can find out who they be. For now eye am unhappy with the phoney operator this one that is not working for the phoney company.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Threadsbare
Threadsbare
Clothing is not optional in the desert it is MUST HAVE. Nothing can be worse to eye than the remembrance of seeing the poor man standing in the landscaping near the real cactus there his feet darkened blackened by the layers of dirt upon his skein skin or Nordic Skien Skin perhaps a snow bird come to southern clime. Eye asked him let me help his hard heart spoke me away he was all no was all he said then it was get away from me and then it was leave me all alone and so eye went. Charlax wept. Eye did not cry for him for self had tried to help someone but failed yet not my fault eye could not help so hard a heart threadsbare perhaps insane with larger mental problems then my own. His job description defies analysis he carries bags of trash and slips the cracks of society shadow places on the street. People look away from where we meet from such as he and eye compete ignored we pause as eye believe it helped my softer heart to try eye cry and weep now no avail the vail in place he weeps alone and as he tries to cry no one hears threadsbare.
Clothing is not optional in the desert it is MUST HAVE. Nothing can be worse to eye than the remembrance of seeing the poor man standing in the landscaping near the real cactus there his feet darkened blackened by the layers of dirt upon his skein skin or Nordic Skien Skin perhaps a snow bird come to southern clime. Eye asked him let me help his hard heart spoke me away he was all no was all he said then it was get away from me and then it was leave me all alone and so eye went. Charlax wept. Eye did not cry for him for self had tried to help someone but failed yet not my fault eye could not help so hard a heart threadsbare perhaps insane with larger mental problems then my own. His job description defies analysis he carries bags of trash and slips the cracks of society shadow places on the street. People look away from where we meet from such as he and eye compete ignored we pause as eye believe it helped my softer heart to try eye cry and weep now no avail the vail in place he weeps alone and as he tries to cry no one hears threadsbare.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
SonOfMan
SonOfMan
Jesus. Jesus of Gethsemane. Jesus of the Garden. Jesus of the Cross. Jesus was once a young child after having been a frail human baby. Born of the Virgin Mary. He was pensive and preoccupied with his Divine natural nature for He was indeed GOD in the flesh reconciling the world unto himself. He must not have played football or partaken of the Roman Games they had some way back when just like the Stadiums of modern day televised mayhem. He studied Carpentry at the wizened hands of Joseph married Mary. Joseph and Mary of Bethlehem late of Egypt. Then back to Nazareth. Jesus was a teen. Sitting in the temple preen telling all the old men a thing or three. When other children were out there kicking soccer balls into the walls of Roman Stadiums being televised on Roman Channel 7 Jesus was in that Temple area reading from the Scrolls of Isaiah. They missed him on the way home and hurried back there looking everywhere. And Jesus said, "Why were you looking for me? Didn't you know I had to be in my Father's house?" He was amazing grace. Amazing men. SonOFGod and SonOfMan.
Jesus. Jesus of Gethsemane. Jesus of the Garden. Jesus of the Cross. Jesus was once a young child after having been a frail human baby. Born of the Virgin Mary. He was pensive and preoccupied with his Divine natural nature for He was indeed GOD in the flesh reconciling the world unto himself. He must not have played football or partaken of the Roman Games they had some way back when just like the Stadiums of modern day televised mayhem. He studied Carpentry at the wizened hands of Joseph married Mary. Joseph and Mary of Bethlehem late of Egypt. Then back to Nazareth. Jesus was a teen. Sitting in the temple preen telling all the old men a thing or three. When other children were out there kicking soccer balls into the walls of Roman Stadiums being televised on Roman Channel 7 Jesus was in that Temple area reading from the Scrolls of Isaiah. They missed him on the way home and hurried back there looking everywhere. And Jesus said, "Why were you looking for me? Didn't you know I had to be in my Father's house?" He was amazing grace. Amazing men. SonOFGod and SonOfMan.
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