written words

written words

written words

when someone reads the words are written they do not sometimes get the meaning they read between the lines get bitten they see things in the words the writer never means to say the words we all expect to be the same words seem to mean something quite the else the words begin to sing they even howl in madness but were typed to be quite sane and forthwright words are never right to someone angry or upset and looking for a fight words will set them off the words are wroth to someone who can read between them see them marching in a line see them meaning all the time what was not written down in lines the words will say things you never meant to say to people words meant to convey the heart in love can sound like temper tantrums to your most loyal reader words some have two meanings in the same lines of understanding words may seem the way of the world to some the way of the war to others not used to reading love the words of anger never written to her but read between the lines she sees them words and she gets them words all wrong

charlax

written words

fe fi fo fum

fe fi fo fum

fe fi fo fum

heh ho hum

high hoe high hoe because the dwarfs were carry hoes

because its off to work they went the grass is bent

they had to fixt the splendor grass again

they had to find the yellow brick road where the witch had left the splendor grass bent near the field of poppies where Dorothy had went the Emerald City of OZ was ahead of the dwarfs or was it dwarves all ten of them or was it twelve of them who really knows why the splendor grass was bent when the flying monkeys came and went to do the witch a bidding to do the witch a binding to do the witch a finding the grass was blue before the grass was green it lives upon the edge of the field of poppies near the road of yellow brick laying flat where all the monkies have come flying in the waste of all the haste of witches portent crystal ball the color of them all the green was green the blue was very thin upon the silver screen the dwarfs were never men  were never seen they did not make it past the cutting room floor the director did not use the footage of the dwarves at all the camera was panned to pass the section of the land where all the splendor grass was bent where the monkies changed the color of the grass from green to blue it went this is called a fantasy of tasteless men how do we knoe this did not really happen to the film

OZ

fe fi fo fum

heh ho hum

a charlax poem

News is BIAS

News is BIAS

July 1, 2015 at 12:23pm

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it puts me off my linksno time to golf around the greenswe are a lopsided war machine

News is BIAS

News is BIAS
it is not surprising to the eye
eye see this intergnet bias each and every day
in google search
it is always from the people in charge call it governmeant and rulers
educated concepts of what they want us to believe them
some say they are putting on a brave face and calming down the panic from the public and yet it seems to eye it is the lie they tell to make themselves less then pathetic academicians
the real news can be found on sites seldom seen or visited suddenly you see something spelled out the way it is and its usually off key publications like less then machinations printed on a free paper press and made it to the intergnet
appalling is the ruling masses there used to be a few leaders now there is too many chiefs for indians too many people in charge of far too few they still make cannon fodder out of you
send unto the front lines the voluntears the lifers and the new boys eat them up with enemy fire so we can fill our canteen cupps and stay beside the fire
we rule the nations made of irony we smoke but never burn in harmony we learn the rainbow colored turn
poor men to the front of the line the enemy will have them
rich men stay home
the filthy rich have no need to uniform
eye rise into the ranks to stink
to learn of rulers using sinks
it puts me off my links
no time to golf around the greens
we are a lopsided war machine
News is BIAS

penny less

penny less

June 6, 2015 at 1:13pm

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penny less

penny less

penny less
a farthing a happence a stab at saving more a reason to add and learn math behind the door in the crack under the window in the shadow under the tree look for me my soul was missing and fell away from me had I found a penny less the time would not be taken had a penny less been taken the time would have been more the penny was the store and the time we spent far more
a penny saved is never earned a penny has to have some friends to be worth some to be worth less or more or worth no more then less the time or time is more then money trees do not grow those dollars on the vine we find the penny and the time is less the more we try to save the time will flee away the price a penny the price a nickel will be five and iff ewe had just ten of them a dime perhaps fifteen cents can be a lot of pennies found or twenty of them in a row someone had a pocket hole but twenty five would be enough to trade to a quarter of a dollar knave and thirty pieces of the copper will get you less then half a dollar and forty of those headed tailed will get you almost to the half way Mark and FIFTY found pieces of money will get you half way to the money BILL you need to do this twice to make it once a DOLLAR is a hundred of the copper coins we need more time and penny less the time is best to find them while you stress keep looking down

Philosphor Darkstone

Philosphor Darkstone

March 9, 2015 at 2:44pm

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DARKSTONE

Philosphor Darkstone

Philosphor Darkstone

Philosphor Darkstone
my timeline has been indeosyncronated causeing me distress
the birds are differant and one is missing
the sky seems wrong to eyes used to a sky
it is wrong it has been changed the time is wrong
when you fast or go without food it should be for religion
you should eat more food when you are active doing things
lofty thoughts gain small items
small thoughts link to large strides and long journeys
rain is always wet and to be avoided
the cold can be better dealt a blow then the heat
publicity is damaging to a ego statistical
the simple is complex
nothing seen is to be imaginary
this item never fails to impress the ID the mind of a man
the fact that the things you think are precious are the waste of the users and vice versa the things they think are precious become useless to the self
it is best to apologize for nothing done then to let anger rule the other fellow
the ignorance we face is never to be defeated with love
minding ones business is not the difficulty but minding others whom you love is the contrary in the long run will be the final analysis you must always seek help from others of your kind and take a byte out of life

ed.note.ed a note to thankzx for the final line of the poem came to me from a high auhority Lynn Egg Zach Lee Zachmann

DARKSTONE

 the first poem is the new one this is the first darkstone poem below

CharlaXFabels


FortySeven

Statisic

Several missing parts some scars beaten up and left for dead the mighty men have used the fists oh GOD when will eye get some rest walking walking looking looking searching for my hideaway my endless questing telling portenting changing my namme today.
Jesus tells me in the Bible he has a namme for me to find so whenever eye see a stone of white eye look asunderneathe the rock and ponder. Oh wow there was a small dark stone there so eye took my namme to mean DARK STONE in an Indian manner my new nicknamme was visible there and given mee today. Charlax Darkstone sounds like some lost Indian fighter with buckskin britches pooring out his heart to save the villagers. A Statistic very bad vibrations from the passing stranger's men it seems have followed Satan they are walking after lust not contemplation Oh brief candle out out but wait for love and stay alive she loves me please just try to find me ewe knoe just who ewe aer.  
Leaning to the million dollar giveaway the DOUBLEDAY publishers called me today and begged me for another chance to publish my anthology a prance of under moonlighted night the moon is setting way too quickly falling light is dark so dark it fits my namme my new nicknamme the DarkStone man has come. She sits and drinks her coffee sipping past the lipps and seeing only love. DarkStone is that yew old bean and how eye manage to avoid the many StormTroopers in my area and the Gendarmes who come strolling jauntily aiming from the hippopotamus erectus at the eye. Overcome with honor that she loves me this one is at odds become extant with the extinction of us all the problems of a man even when he is forgiven are so many and still varied until they multitude them past the ending now. Eye have a problem with the Judging all the man who meet me seems so evil and eye still do want to curse them even though the GOD the JESUS does not like it the statistics missed me nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah. To the man in the truck the tires is only rubber and they bounce the road will not protect you but someday it will come and get you so look out. Make me shout make me holler make me doubt. Eye have beaten all the odds and lived in spite of odd man out. Revelation 2:17
He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches. To him who overcomes, I will give some of the hidden manna. I will also give him a white stone with a new name written on it, known only to him who receives it. 
you must always seek help from others of your kind and take a byte out of life

SHort TIme

SHort TIme 

SHort TIme

SHort TIme

because time is short and so are we speak for myself you may be taller then you seem

instablility in life is the key to depression

manifest problems not easily overcome

ignorance of education

you have seven hanging on your wall

seven degrees decrees warrents of the self esteemed

idiots on every hand

you will never rule the world clad in iron pants

dropping the belt sagging pick upp the penny half moon the populace

run from the coppers spend all the silvers hoard all the gold

I would hear the musick and be happy iff eye only had a heart

Dead Poets are only one Poet

Dead Poets are only one Poet

Dead Poets are only one Poet

when all the dead are done the things they said are quotes the poems they are there for all of us to find and read the dead poet he is done he is one with all the dead

they read the words instead of all the lines

they end the sentence with the time

they brace the face with age

they continue in the heavens archive

somewhere they are allowed to learn the forms of poetry more perfectly they blend the edifice and lean into the winding staircase of anomaly each step they take spills volumes we are the dead poets we are only one poet the world can ignore us and search among the living writers for new poets are not made they only just become one of us charlax is one of us Kushal is one of us Edger is one of us and Philip is now one of us no one can change us now no one to find us out