Tribute 1 11 2011

TEN YEARS LATER

***salute***

11 1 2011 August 31, 2011
Tributetoo911 Adam Mayblum Who was that masked man he walked away without a word expected his horse silver in the sun his friend and Indian companion was so lost without him Tonto and his gunn. He was trapped on the eighty seventh floor. This is not his story it has been done this is only the tribute poem. He had to leave his friend behind to start with a tiny piece of his heart was gone. Mayblum said The very moment the first plane was hijacked, democracy won. I may be the first to say this he had the idea of helping others before he started down and that is why he is a great American. This story is too emotional CharlaX is undone I am near tears reading his email message there is not much left to say except salute. Whatever is still green in me salutes you Adam Mayblum. I love the way you tried to help them. Understand this android would have loved you even iff you only saved your own neck but now I love you sight unseen because you first loved them your friends even your few enemies you may have had to leave some all behind because of circumstances come is what makes a hero out of just a Brave American. That is all. Tributetoo911 Adam Mayblum.
By: Charles Robert Hice

HappyHuntingGround OR Afterlife

HappyHuntingGround OR Afterlife
by Charles Robert Hice on Tuesday, August 30, 2011 at 1:54pm

HappyHuntingGround.docx

HappyHuntingGround

Happy hunting ground OR Afterlife

In the brevity of time we face.

There will of course be no hunting signs in heaven the lion with the lamb both of them eating SLABS OF BACON forget it not going to happen sort of thing do you see the reason NOTHING IN MY HOLY MOUNTAIN shall cause hurt or pain is written in the Bible is full of it now there will be no stinking drinking the wine is new the wheat is on the table the fish falling from the water falling from the waterfall for view each fish in heaven eating just the sort of grasses rushes made for fish to do they seem to like the roots where CANNIBAL'S hide and they swallow goldfish NO it will not ever happen this could have been written by Doctor Stranglove.

IN the Afterlife there will be people living forever the concept not something we who still live on Earth can understand. Eye have said this before in different places and different ways you will not be wandering around looking for people to talk too heaven does not work this way there is not going to be endless coffee klatches there no meeting of the minds for every person there is Jesus worshiping GOD try to get the concept of GOD and WORSHIP it is 24 seven. No more tears no more sorrow. Not your nickel there not your idea not your concept someone elses domain. no corner beer stores in heaven no beer mart drive ons no drunks careening out of control on my freeway is only a dusty unused road eye will stare down it once for ten thousand years this is the idea of heaven for me and no one will come on my road to hurt me again and no one will break me no more did you hear this homeless roar Afterlife.

Not your nickel there not your idea not your concept someone elses domain.

9mmFunn

9mmFUNN

9mmFUNN
Eye walk a long way out to sleep in an unsafe place the plan is to be quiet on the way so nerves will let me rest when home it takes me over three hours just to make the trip the sidewalk is no funn most of the business is closed the ones which are there pandering to rich tourists or poor enclaves of local ghetto dwellers there. some burger joints a few fancy restaurants the most peculiar peccadillo is the motels behind the locked fences the rooms boarded up no hole untouched no way inside even iff someone left the sidewalk and scaled the fence they could never get into the room at all there is a Pinkerton Guard they live on the premises inside there personal cars not sure where they even enter the property from they come they go they guard the worthless property eye suppose to keep the homeless out. Eye was pushing the shopping cart eye stopped on the sidewalk just resting my sore foot some then BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG the boy in the car lifted the pistol with the clip to make sure eye seen this. There is only one reason for there to be only FIVE bullits the police still do this for safety. Eye was already thirsty but suddenly my mouth got very dry. Every bullit missed me. OR they must be blanks. Some old men die of heart attacks. They must have been trying to scare me. It is just as bad as bullits bouncing on the tarmac would have been more deadly. But eye got very little sleep last nite after the shooting spree at me was it worth the child's laughter. The person who did this is probably surprised eye did not fall down and die. Eye am assuming this is what they were after.

PayPerView

PayPerView

Pin money is usually about a thousand they give it to the drunks they pin inside the vest then forget they even got it so used to milching drinks the bartender brings them out of habit someone else is paying tabs. My mind is hurting by the remembering of the money she wanted lots of things a rented room the pool (they kicked her out of the pool) its not in season they said its not in use for guests she went there anyway climbing over the rail only coming out when they threatened to take away the room. She went out for food not bringing anything back for me NOT worth one dollar to me is what she told me. I sat in my chair with my 40 ounce beer and it was not the first one or the last. So now eye had a focus WHERE did you get the food when she said SUbway off eye went there quick they gave me the small seven inch medium one meat for two dollars eye took it back to the room they dont even make a one dollar sandwitch anymore then we made love banging the headboard into the wall like a Charles Bukowski poem. Eye was very depressed not likeing her much because she thought eye was not worth food. You have to leave at Eleven eye told her forlornsomely when the Pay runs out for the day is over now. She got in the shower eye asked her what will she do without me JUST GO she said she is trying to get the bed bugs out of her hair. Eye left not even the memory of the sex inside of me a mind devoid of thinking of pleasure eye began another homeless day of PayPerView.

ProdigalCharlaX ProdigalCharlaX

ProdigalCharlaX

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