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ProdigalCharlaX
Jesus is not mad he could not be him and be mad.
Went to the edge of the fire pit. Tried to climb in. He reached down his wing and blew me to a cloud and made me climb into a friend. Relics of sin. Reasons to win. Butternut facaded cafe false front hibiscus queens preen in front of the day time crowd the women howl at night they fight like cats to get the one they want. The one they want is never me. Eye drop down to the ground and leave whats left of love. Homeless love is self pity. No one likes the loser what a pity. Seems she left him at the alter. She wants him to burn and falter. Iff eye could leave the earth before the next sunrise it would be my benifited. Yet my friend would be sad inside where she keeps me and so eye strive to attack another day only this time inside my friends hideaway. She only wants platonic love.

Tatto

Tatto

Tatto
spring
most people get the Heart with Mother on it somethings never get better the skin is damaged when they do this they knoe it sometimes they freak out then try to reverse it iff it gets infected its good bye the whole enchiladas. eye opted out. no tats. some people get completely covered in them like the Illustrated Man. Most people now get them like design Jewelery anklets or bracelets or little butt er flys with wings upon there sighs. SOme of the Marines like to move the muscles like the cartoon to get the girls to swoon moving cheeks to cheeks to show the moon the thing or two. Like de Judge eye tend to be ignominious when it comes to the knives or the swords on the arms or the legs eye just ignore the person showing me those tats is iff they got one in the hand. Some people putt the Cross on every where they like it to be seen is iff it makes them be religiousness. But the best Tatto is the one in the Jesus freak song made with the Typical Tatto Green on the big fat belly of the Jesus Freak.

April

April one.odt

April one
foolishly
advances
this is copy from facebook notes
charlax Poetry
April one foolishly advances
by Charles Robert Hice on Friday, April 1, 2011 at 10:01am
April one
foolishly
advances
if not for her own husband, who is constantly on the road attempting
to sell more units for his boss, who blames his money-focused approach
to life on his shabby upbringing by his father, who often lost jobs
(and even a finger once in a car factory) while daydreaming about
becoming a great writer like his favorite poet, who chose composing
stanzas over spreadsheets and as a result found himself often worried
late into the evenings about how he would manage to pay his rent
while realizing he had absolutely no one left to blame save himself.
late at night when i should be asleep
excerpted from Robert Brewers poem
ed.note.ed

CharlaX Poetry
Five Lines of Freedom
In the eye of the Clergy your husband will not save himself but wind up keeping you from going inn to Glory but shortly you will see the truth again
In the Laymens terms selling items for the living is not work but feeding frenzy needs the job the husband will be home to sleep to love you more then ever more
IN her own eye she wishes she could give the Father back the finger give the finger to the Father of the Man
From the passing stranger the point is the poem he wishes to write poetry he must be homeless to fulfill his destiny
from no viewpoint
in 100 April years God will stop these fears he will wipe away your tears for YOU my April fools who live inn loving Harmony

Anne McWilliams version

instead details swim, paddling back from the brink
of ruin, bearing down hard on middle age
life's wrong turns have brought me to my knees
eternal questions cannot be taught
all i have is a voice, what you have heard is true
choices can take everything away
not even born as promised, a premature life
knows there is misery enough in this world
no one exists alone
fair warnings long outgrown, i shut the door
to turn energies towards a file drawer, spring cleaning
no sacrifice seems trivial
time always finds the hole
a silent appeal confronts years left
stands at the foot of my bed each morning
ready to start over

ed.note.ed
the end of poems in America
Aprils Fools

First IMpressions (kill)

HI Heather
kill
kill

for thirty five minutes eye seemed to be in the twilight zone doing five minutes worth of posting feeling oppressed of the devil hurting in trouble fighting for control my laptop over heating the industrial block is in FireFox now the window dropped down when eye tried to tweet the 666 in full control of eye sent the tweet to the government the whole thing seems to be the set up entrapment to the yuppies squares they will put them into the round holes eye feel like eye been wrestling with the devil he is winning on the question of Divinity why be divided on this question is this Devil or God there is no reason to be Atheist why go the negative when you could live forever. Do you see just why its good to just believe just Imagine this Mister Atheist suppose you were right eye will be there right beside you in your night forever asleep with you no more problems now. But just suppose we both get up Me yelling Jesus you crying NO this is not happening. Bound with ropes from Angels trembling hands then lowered into the Lake of Fire with Brimestone then. YOu not eye. Eye believed. Just in case it happens to be covered with his Blood. Eye place my Faith above your ignorance of God. See you there someday. lost in thought the ending of this poem is escaping me. why knot love is such the hard reality. kill

yesterdeys news

ewe wrote this of eye.odt

This is the last poem of eye.
The aged hippie will have his bride
but Eye will have my ewe-wife bird do
fly and cops decide who will sleep in
peace and who will move The TOOTH is in
decay and bayer can handle the pain
Mye Violet is the purple sun in me

I just realized your poems are like
ghazals, like love poems from the 14
century or something?
This must be she thinks this of eye ???
Mixing concrete forms do not make the heart of an Eye
Eye mix sand and gravel, men do not make the streets
Boss cracks the whip and me and the EWE are off for more concrete Love will cure the hardened mass of my heart, bad people try to kick my ass The heart of one who cares so far away will save the day while Jesus wills and cupcakes for desert Eye think of you in my bed of woe and bad people try
to make me move but above it all I will endure for my Pookie
(3hehhhhh
eye wrote three lines in this eye rhymes with eye.

BVlog

BVlog

OK this is not poem. This is not poem this is note file it under missing reports. Elen of Israel eye miss you eye still love you like the GF eye wish you could bee. The ewe still does not use my Gmail she tells me the provider will not open it now. NO its not the computor its the new Internet provider company they got the new antenna but the Gmail still wont work. Its frustrating to me now. The computor eye got Dell laptop is slowing the signal is not worse its even better since it is hacked but the intergnet itself is getting slower every Day. Here is the joke. The Webpage dialogue verbiage is up its running. Do you see it running. Hurry go run go catch it get after it now. LOZLXc this is Charlax the Norm signing off. The ewe is never here the GF is too busy now things is back to normal now.

elenmylove

elenmylove.odt
My Love

My skin glows like the skin of elen,who blossoms sex as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your musical voice and leaps like a cat at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great robin wing.
I am comforted by your thoughts that I carry into the twilight of lightbeams and hold next to my arms.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears with my kiss.
As my love falls from under my glasses, it reminds me of your love for eye.
In the quiet, I listen for the last softly spoken word from you of the day.
My heated thoughts leaps to my suit. I wait in the moonlight for your secret face so that we may join as one, hair to hair, in search of the magnificent greengrey eye and mystical love of love.