Man in the Moon

Man in the Moon Man in the Moon

October 2, 2014 at 10:58am

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like children again happy like larks in the glen

Man in the Moon

Man in the Moon
you think you are a witch on a broom and eye am a grumpy old man on the moon but you keep turning shades at night is this the ghost the one that is right it must be the Spirit is tight on the flesh you in the brain from all the refrain of the Music we sang all the old songs and danced in our hearts like children again happy like larks in the glen not you but honey not honey but sugar the white refined ogre is kind of a beast he is so sweet but then loses his mind from the pain refrain play the song over lift the bed cover walk undercover of the moon passing over the dream of the man in the Moon is it you is it me or all three of the ghosts who are me one in the night one in the day and one in the flight of the dream
Man in the Moon

Solyant Green STew

Solyant Green STew

July 30, 2014 at 7:39pm

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Mark is a money making man Mark Two is the killer he is the one with the gun in hand Mark Three is the Marching Band Leader he plays the fearless leaper he prances past the stand to the Pavilion

Solyant Green STew
white cracker saltines the ones with no taste and the four large squares with the dotted lines you are supposed to break them there they never come clean
the soup is mostly water with mystery meat today how many of the men are missing around me two more gone
the bread a leavened in heaven
it needs more salt it needs more salt
the factory thrumbones on money
dollars is the misery of god
cents is crumbs that fall on the floor of the conveyor belt
what is left of time what is left of time
the Holocaust came and went the people numbered Jews for rent
the people were numbered they were used in the cracker meal and soup
feed today and live today tommorrow you will feed them all the left over people sang songs in the audio auditorium a symposium of people eating people to be found in partial plates in soup relates to cracker meals
all wrong the memory is gone no one sang any songs they hid in fear of the death that comes from Nazies once in charge of Armies how many Guards killed seven million people only Three the devils trinity Mark is a money making man Mark Two is the killer he is the one with the gun in hand Mark Three is the Marching Band Leader he plays the fearless leaper he prances past the stand to the Pavilion who will ever feel sorry for the likes of you we are lumps resembling food we are yeasty beasts pressed into service for the King in our religion is only Mark the 666 the SOlyant Green STew

2 the dove

Charles Robert Hice

3 hours ago · Edited

2 the dove
2 the dove
startrek
signature edition
worlds in collision
pps 73
Uhura was furious
this has been a startrek moment
what they did was continue the original series in a new paperback book penning more science fiction the above line is made up in the book and used here for emphasis is mine sayeth charlax
the dove did look furious it rained today a short thunderstorm shower my weather page said a chance of rain and it really dumped
the dove perched on eye level
she preened her feathers and did so so emphatically it moved me
eye stared and other eye stared
she cleaned her feathers on her breast and then her tail making sure over and over she was dry
she was furious at the wet between her eyes
this has been a charlax poetry poem in a hurry in a little flurry
just because it is my short day Sunday
2 the dove — in Tallahassee, FL.

Ravages of Time

Ravages of Time

Ravages of Time

ideo matic thoughts

Jesus spoke to the group in front of him

can you imagine the chaos iff he was only speaking to John

someone comes up to Jesus after Church

your sermon was wonderful

what sermon you mean my conversation with John

why were you listening to that

the poet is dead eye am continuing his existance

to the city your marble is dirty the concrete edifce is brown not white the bronze turning green the brass green not golden in the sun

moss over hangging planters

alabaster plaster

skip stones

walls leaning into streets

streets ending into walls

parks walking dogs

stray people in the parks

pedestrians traffic ignored all the time

laws pertaining to crosswalks lost and ignored

there is a reason nothing ever gets seen on the intergnet people are only looking at the self the things they post the bookmarks the notes the facebook the email

the rich get richer they steal the poor address

anything to take Identity theft

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NeverNeverLaLaLand

Think of this one as filler chinking holes in time to make this day last longer than eternity. Central focus is the never. SO many people said to me Never will a woman run for President. So many people said this also A Black Man will never be President. Gas will never go OVER $4.oo a gallon in Europe mabe but NEVER in this country. Yew cannot live with your house on your back like a turtle you will never make it. You will never amount to anything. You can never live on love. You will never be a writer. You will never be a poet. You will never be published. You will never stop drinking. You will never stop smoking. You will Never make it past the age of 14 years. You will never have the love of Jesus in your heart. You will not never live so long as to grow up. "A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, cone a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly." Heinlein, Robert A Robot diapers the cat invades the kitchen hogs the meat ships boxes empty builds designs awry writes prose no poetry accounts deletes walls destroys breaks bones of others kills the owners orders the kids orders the house acts uncooperative never alone equates additions efficiently dies and gallantly analyzes its faults. HienLien, CharlaX. As long as Never comes the poor will remain always with you. CharlaXJesus. Eye have an invisible Alien Crafted Space Ship made with computer age technology. Eye am a poet and eye am a writer and eye am 53 years. Eye have witnessed the fall of enemies the death of loved ones. Eye have suffered at the hands of criminals eye am hurt in my body and eye must forgive them for eye am convinced that they all live in la la land. Drunk and on drugs and hiding from the law of punishment. When the Jesus and all his Saints and all His Holy Angels come screaming from the Sky than will eye fight my enemies than and call it Judgement Day come for everyone that says Jesus is a small part of GOD. Eye look onto a dark glass and reflect not the temporary nation with the flag but the Heaven of Zion belonging GOD who sees with every eye threw stone. He will repay thee enemies’ mine see to it that you trouble me no further just find a way to leave me alone or prepare to face the GOD alone your He Man friends who smoke and drink with you will not help you against the living GOD. Be aware that it’s your fault whatever happens from the Lord. Just now a man tried to shake hands with me and eye refused so as he was leaving he reached out his hand to slap my on the shoulder what? eye ask you was that some bizarre queer ritual designed to fray mye frazzled nerves? It was almost too much for the mee eye became very angry and told him to leave me alone. He has bothered me before but he was a different one. The face changes but remains the same old Devil the ruler of the la la land the Drunk. Punk. Bunk. Junk. Sunk. Skunk. Eye talk to other men all day and Never beat them up.

Sensoreshippe

Sensoreshippe
Sensoreshippe
Send en masse out to hunt
when the idiots keep filltering the intergnet
all the elephont
one day the screen will be blank the screen filled with a lie
every creature dead and gone
on the screen is the number of the deviles namme
piles of bones and piles of meat
666 in flaming red letters
what will the future eat
you will have no other options press the button worship the creature
other people solyant green
Personally eye think porn is better
for nothing is a sin of itself it is only a perception of the person that makes a sin to be a sin
It makes me think and decide for myself
your sin is not mine it is not a sin to me
how naughty or nice am eye
it is a sin only to your selfish person
Sensoreshippe — in Tallahassee, FL.

666 governmeant

666 governmeant

666 governmeant

chew lead in pencils

no chewing gum aloud in the bus station

no porn in the lieberry is filtered

teach your children to fight

teach them to kill

teach them right

you make me sick in my dreams at night

666 governmeant

some other thinking not mine

some other thinking not mine

July 25, 2013 at 11:13am

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the mention of the men who have no money all the poor poor men please who who not the hooty owl again doh ray me la teeh doh teeh doh hooty owl hooty owl teeh doh

some other thinking not mine

some other thinking not mine
sure they mean well they tell
they hoist the boom and bring it down on you
explaining to you just what you have to do
as iff the gospel is given unto men in paychecks
the  20 dollar bill is lord and master now to them
wear the gun invisible on your belt hide the bullits  from the gun stock they make welts upon your sacrilege form the lines pay the penalty of time
bark your orders from the grave no one listens to your grace whiskey laced sermon now you see them now you do not see them shine on harvest moon of time is coming time is nigh near the starting near the ending of the time
judge me quickly judge me not guilty not thet eye did never sin but the sin must be forgiven men  who  who died and gave us the keys find the lord of all religion please do not call me the hooty owl again Roman Legions beck and call master of them all  is money rolled money counted money paid and money kept from the destruction of the mention of the men who have no money all the poor poor men please who who not the hooty owl again doh ray me la teeh doh teeh doh hooty owl hooty owl teeh doh money not mine thinking some other

WhoWill

WhoWill 
WhoWill 


Who will read mye poetry will there be a lieberry in the future of mankind where people turn the books like dimes spent in the slot will they find CharlaX in the melting pot of crucible so many more deserving people write the Asimov and the Heinlein will always be the ones the children want. Perhaps unheeded the book of CharlaX Prose sits on the very last row and gathers dust and moss. Will the last lieberrian perhaps just read the covers one last time and pause. Take down the CharlaX book with trembling hands long used to reading love. And he will never read another book because he fell in love with poem prose and the way this man writes things from his heart he started a reading journey that will not soon depart from start. What is the end of time but novels in our hands the sky shoots clouds across the day turns into night the flashlights come out and still we would not part with book for death. Depending on what is it about not the length for eye have read some very long books because eye was interested and life itself took second place the bed forgotton eye must keep reading Father Mother dear eye am going camping to sleep in mye bookreading again. Perhaps the lieberrian will find all the charlax poems so interesting he will make a light at nite perhaps a General Store left open in the holocost with a flashlight and several thousand batteries on hand after all he has the time. He handles each page with alacrity of age fingers start at the edges and stop and start in a paroday of confused moments meant to halt the passing of time and enjoying some one elses writtings oh to be able to write like this how does this man pen these odes of wisdom. Then one day the book of CharlaXProse falls from withered hands as the man goes gently to his GOD and life is gone. He sleeps like all the rest of them the bombs have come but for several days perhaps weeks a few months of time perhaps years had come and gone the death of falling bombs have missed the old liberrian. Long enought for him to find a reason to read and light the night. Read all the poems Who Will.

facebook friend poetry composite

facebook poetry friend composite

rejection is not new for me intent on honorable completion of my task is simply to be friends why do you see it any other way poor lass the idea the concept is not new if someone is not friends they simply block you or they change permissions to make sure they dont include you on the wall watch facebook fall a persone wishes to be a friend the man wishes to be her good friend it finally happens to them both they get just what they need a friend still works for self what about my own more selfish interests in my nest is feathers plucked your namme is there among them most people realize they have a lot of friends they do not think you notice them they add pictures they make comments not connected to your want they make the green eye jealousy to bark upon the wall but stop and send a message to the inbox or the chat box and they come make everything all right again the pain is gone the friend is now the freind again let me try to explain this using flavors you get used to vanilla the vanilla bean is nice then someone hands you some chocolate on ice you balk at this new friend she does not want to be your wife and so you miss a step vanillas not so nice so now you have a new girl she is coming around to wanting you to be yourself you mix the vanilla with the chocolate swirls and now she is your Irish flavored girl it changes your perceptions it makes the nuances all the differance let me tell mhy lass for this she asked where is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow it broke in half you have one end of the rainbow while eye hold onto the other the pot of gold is only you my facebook poetry friend composite

money god

money god

a faith filled charlax 666 poetry poem

the oft repaeted theme of the pine float OAR sail sail sail on the water cup

when asked to go to the counter to make my order

eye balked

eye stood resolute then back

eye am ordering only water

then we will get you the short cup shorty

it is then eye got disgusted

then she said eye will get someone to make you leave here

and then eye heard the other woman say

eye will not give to you the Tall water cup today

it made me very unhappy especially when the natty tall man with the tie who is also homeless walked in and back out with the tall glass of free water they had no trouble serving Conan the tied barbarian a Baboon gets a tall drink of water in Texas short people get small glasses the only thing that eye even asked for eye meant the reason eye was there was for my WIFI signal but the free A T & T does not like me and so the few minutes online is almost not worth the hassle from the working girls who dissed me eye do not live in the yuppie world of seven dollar latte and so this upset me the single cup of water eye tossed into the grass then carefully picked up all the plastic twice and tossed it away into the dumpster on the way to Burger King who has decided to afford me the Senior Coffee at the discount price. Two bad they do not have WIFI. They said they used to have it there but had to turn it off it was drawing customers. My friend has told me of McDonalds he thinks they may not remember the outside incident of loitering perhaps eye could even purchase space a booth for wifi use again. He thinks the staffing crew has changed. A poor poet not worth a Tall hoot not worth the tall water glass of plastic ice not worth the time then why dump on me the short one eye am free not given to the blues. At McDonalds it will cost me at least one 666 to be allowed the use of the electric god they have them plugs right in the booth but coke purchasers are not allowed to stay all day long only about long enought to sign off. Like a poor stray dog charlax is investigating new signal space wherever he might be allowed too Rome. Without money there is not much hope of staying on.

The INcidental Man

The INcidental Man





The INcidental Man

Cold tentacles of ice form on my insides they took my heart and left this famine. Horror came and took the place of love. My mind is numb. The limits of a finite person that does not include her love for me has taken over my new found personality. But she missed my heart. It must be hard to put out the fire of a lover in heat. You will need more then mere words to defeat. You must have a little of the love for me eye feel it. There is no way eye would ever even come up to your real life face and demand it. But why wont you take it and keep it. After all we are so very far apart in time and circumstances. Do you really think eye would ever walk up to you and swinging a ball and a chain. But let me have my fantasy of US. What harm can it do to have love.