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

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

EDgar Albert Guest

EDgar ALbert Guest

EDgar ALbert Guest

so much of HIStory is lost under my command

we may never find the truth of just one man

we do have his Story here is the nut shell

he wrote a lot of stories they were popular during his life he was not a dead poet but a living writer type he wrote about the day to day existence and thrilled his audience in the news papers was he Neurotic possibly he may have been addicted to Lemon mints. He might have chafed at his white collar and became confused at the uncertainty of the future he might have become a nervous wreck and took it out on his typewriter. He peered at his  Monocular world with a rose colored eye. He penned a lot like me. He may have been a secret poet and he left a secret poem far behind some day they will find this prose paper and attribute it too eye they say no one can write like CharlaX he was one of the good guys in his day. Iff Guest had wrote a poem is this what it might say.

Guest

We spend a short time here there is no rest for the weary worker all is toil and in the middle of this chaos a man has to stand up for his people at the Helm of all creation and just yell all is Well / CharlaX A. Guest

The End is A. Near

Then the little troubles vanish,

And the sorrows disappear,

Then we find the grit to banish

All the cares that hovered near,

And we smack our lips in pleasure

O'er a joy no coin can buy,

And we down the golden treasure

Which is known as lemon pie.

This is just one of A.Guest poems ed,note.ed isint it a strang fact that charlaX guessed this man likes lemon mints.

4TH of JULY freedom

4TH of JULY freedom

July 4, 2014 at 11:41am

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freedom

4TH of JULY
freedom fireworks break
the sky is mine hot
delight sight light tight blue lake

We the People

We the People

January 21, 2014 at 10:54am

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when the coarse human events bring chaos and acts of atrocities to our cities and homes we then refuse to go along

We the People
We the People
of the world
under the steeple
when the coarse human events bring chaos and acts of atrocities to our cities and homes we then refuse to go along
you will find yourself in battle
with the Living God
he is it and he alone who rights all wrongs
he is my counselor and my peace
when you make money into god
you slap me
you slap Jesus and you slap his Father
and we all knoe the end of the book
you should knoe the part eye meant
the part where it says Amen
pile up the dead bodies get it done
then wait for the Lord to come
shoot your guns at me then
eye will be behind his horse in the fight
a Living Saint
with a sword of light

rename renamme

rename renamme
rename renamme
it will cost you your soul to worship the 666 it is better to give them your head on the silver platter dead
you can make a profile seem to be a person but that person is not his profile and never will be the profile is only his aspect or online nose
you may see my nose it is the tip of my iceberg poking out on facebook my gmail and some of your other google related areas like this drive space
I am not the 666
I am not Charles Google Namme
I have a good name and it is not your profile
CharlaX seven android one is a name
CharlAX for the cross of Jesus not a weapon not a chopping tool for cutting school not a reason for rebellion
my mother told me to choose this one so you are left out
pooooooooooooooper scooooooop count the os
I have a password protected account
I have online memory
I have a namme in doubt
some people still call me Santa Clause
but no one counts me out
and no one has ever called me Henry
rename renamme — in Tallahassee, FL.

Game Foul Game Fowl

Game Foul Game Fowl

November 3, 2013 at 2:27pm

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Game Foul
Game Fowl


the man hit his friend on the shoulder repeatedly 
they were both drunk he was so angry
at someone in a car
he was trying to get his friend in a mode
to fight he was aching for a fight
and it was aweful the way he was treating his friend
this is the home team appended 11/3/13

Game Foul
Game Fowl
(the game of football should only be played on the football playing field )
no nasty cursing is usually allowed the rules the rules the rules yield to the rules
Game Fowl
guns should not be carried loaded but pointing at the ground
when the bird is sighted place a round
bad conduct even disgrace the boys were cursing the other teams supporters to there face
make sure no one is standing down field when you raise your gun to shoot
they were clearly not football players boys too young too drink too much scotch
aim the weapon carefully and squeeze the trigger slowly on the gun
they could not control the mouth even the other people around them tried to tell them to shut upp they and eye had had enought
fire into the meat of the bird to make it fall
they seemed ready for a fight that is what too much alcohol can do it can even  ruin a home game
let someone else retrieve the bird
make it seem foul no matter now to me who will win who will lose the home team is the loser
unload your weapon and make sure the chamber is empty for safety
those foul mouth boys agreed it is the game of football is clearly fowl to me
Game Fowl Foul

the man hit his friend on the shoulder repeatedly they were both drunk he was so angry at someone in a car he was trying to get his friend in a mode to fight he was aching for a fight and it was aweful the way he was treating his friend this is the home team appended 11/3/13

Alamo revisited

CharlAx 

34 minutes ago

Charles Robert Hice
Alamo revisited
Houston street is long and the riverwalk floes under the street the tourists meet a few minutes of silent water moves the boat goes fast and leaves a wake you can see whe

re the boat has been and you can imagine the people having fun but you must go on you are almost to the Alamo again around the corner past the tourists standing in the rain lies the very walls of the Alamo
as eye sit here in San Antonio eye feel the sacrifice of the Texans those immortal legends of mankind. Mankind was never meaner when it killed them at the Alamo the Mexican Army attacking a handful of people who were worth much more then them. It will never be forgotten every day THOUSANDS of real Americans visit this Texas Shrine and pay respects to all the people now immortal. The idea of fighting to get inside a place to live is not new every camp and every Army tent was also viewed as a fighting place to live this is now the Millennium has come to us to everyone and in this day and time fighting is now left outside to be lost or won by the setting sun. The story has been changed so to the Mexicans now in charge of this City it seems a lot less then Murder of these fine Americans but those of us born back in the day still remember the true story of the Alamo how Colenal Travis marked the line into the sand and begged his men to follow him to heaven Jim Bowie waved his knives and called to them come get my sickbed and carry me to Travis eye wish to go with him to heaven. And all the able bodied men walked with Crockett to Bowies bedside and carried him to heaven. Amen. This is the Alamo revisited.

 — in San Antonio.

CHRISTIAN

Charles Hice Returns INvestments Seven Times In Army Nation

ok here is the sob story

when we are young we play Army all our days are filled with what iffs and wars and marches and survivals we silly act and strut upon the stage of life until some of us reach the certain age of actually being old enough to enlist for the service only to have life deal us out of the running due to our own poor health and others we lose our investment in the service and get discharged by the Army turned back into a Civilian too old to be a child too young to live a life of street drunkenness and the bottom line becomes the homelessness lost in too many places finally getting too old to ever become famous beaten for religion or just because they like to do it unaware of rules of life no instruction tag to tell me what to do now how hard a man struggles within he searches more for reasons when he gets there near the end the love we all possess takes far too much control making fools of older men who know making much younger men do odd things indeed making me blush making me bleed making my heart work overtime when we should have been at rest feathering my nest making ends meet in mind and heart the best these lost moments of my time seem like eternity has come they call it love they call it love oh to be the King for her again oh to be her King for just once more for one more night the love worth more then Gold we have not got.

Arial Black SIZE 14 OR find the missing A

Arial Black SIZE 14

Arial Black SIZE 14

OR find the missing A

Google DOcuments has made a new place for home page the Drive they call it Google Drive but when eye open it is still my Google Docs. Whatever works. Four eye. but someone might object the lesson of the change the possible interchange of ides with other people is not my idea oddly eye think the individual must rule himself to empower other people he needs to be alone first the one new thing that is so often repeated becomes the past then the future gets arriving way too fast becomes the past the new dawn everyone has looked for is the sunset a light blue reflection on a cloudless day when the sky is clear and the sun it is hot like the desert in sand piled behind the sand piled up around the sand what is a length of sand in the middle of the desert it is not worth much more then sand and time to measure eye have seen the sandy beaches the effects of the water from the tide the salt etching volumns of white foam upon the flat watery sand packed down by feet the children leaves the houses they have made for the tide to come erase there is no living to be made upon the desert grace everything there is only temporary yet MOses walked in desert places for over Fourty years drinking milk from sheep and feeding flocks of goats what kept him alive and learning all there is to knoe about the Lord his leather SUndials never worn his snakes skins left alone he did not pop out for a beer every now and then did he stop to get a smoke no Cigars no many drinks in all those Roman Bars the white elephant upon the lawn swept up every morning only to reappear at every evening blocking visions of the end times eye found the missing A

money 6 money 6 money 6

money 6 money 6 money 6

money 6 money 6 money 6

the horrors of war some men lived with the trench coats on they lived with the bombing attacks and the killing they had to do it to the enemy tried to kill them but the worst thing was eating without money ask any soldier that got cutt off from his supply line what did they do to get the money for the food the next time you go parade the flag think more carefully about the murder done to protect you and to father this our famous country eye am not a fake a charlatan hesitant to use money for eye do not receive the 666 or work for employment or beg as some of the street people drink booze eye do not smoke cheroots or left handed smokes or use any of the illegal drugs in the vein varicose or various eye get my thrills externally online or in the bed asleep in myh dreaming instead it is time to reaffirm the definitions Prose Poetry def. prose a. noun. ordinary straightforward narrative or expository expose a story or narrate one with less rules add paragraphs without worry about rhythums and rhyme scheme as much as you wish or scram before its done then add more its your baby in the over leaf once it is edit is easy but never look at batt the homerun is always the best hitt prose CharlaX has chosen prose to tell his story of his homelessness without being forced into the poet structure using a certain stYle to bring those birds to life when they smile down on my printed page in all those bird cage eye lived my life to the best of my ability without resorting to the daily use of money not many people alive can even say this with any certainty the use of prose allows me to dispense with the rules of verbiage the occidental adjective and the improper noun the long crunk and the elongated e afford me. Words are my friends. Poetry my homeless life. Amen. money 6 money 6 money 6 again

April is a Twenty , Bill.

No mail call no letter the pain in my head is killing me eye set myself upp for failure and when it comes it triggers my want for a drink and now eye am sober and recognize this symptom but nothing helps eye refused to eat the sack lunch available at CAMS because my mail was stolen the Lady in the mail room must have taken my letter and ate it upp. To her credit she looked in the letter pile twice and mentioned that the mail gets delaid sometimes perhaps my letter is in a mail bag in Mississippi. Eye was devasted yesterday when the keyboard died. The wire chaffed into near the houseing plastic eats the metal cover it happens on even very expensive ones two. The Best Buy people were nice and sold me this chinese version you see here for only a Twenty, Bill. $$$. 666 which thing fits the day of April and the MOnth of Poetry eye so hoped to be able to finish only one poem each and every April day is like a shiney new penny. It must be tails to be luckey. It was heads upp and nothing good will happen eye am not even eating until eye get to What a Burger on the bus eye still have my Thirty $$$ pass eye saw the sign they paroday Burger King it says have it Your way here. I think it was so funny cant wait to be a customer. Eye knoe they do not do wifi so eye will not be online to descrive my eating habits to ewe. Some of ewe just said Oh Thank God. Again. Must eye reiterate the need for meat is outwaying the need for the money in my pocketbook. Eye intend to get fries and a coke with ice. The burger will be nice for Hice. Mustard grass is lettuce pray for onions twice. Its a sort of homeless celebration. So feeling bad it will be sort of a damper on the comatose. A boys night out. In my castigation the state of this nation and the poll gone south the revertabration of the entire continental divide the remains among you into April is a Twenty, Bill.

April SevenTeen Poetry.

April SevenTeen Poetry

Seventeen things

Pett Peeves revisited

1. People who abuse there job adhering to the wrong principles and hard nose cops this is the first thing wrong with eye. 2. Snipe hunters who find money eye might have found instead of them not the snipes the money not the friend.

3. Something wicked on my shoe not the leather but the under of the sole oh well you knoe. 4. After settling into bed to have to get up and leave it in the middle of the night again. 5. Itching in a place eye just cant reach in public. 6. A wet shirt and no spare to change into. 7. A belt that works very ? Every once in a while. 8. Strict interpretation of the scriptures hatred of other people to the point of embezzlement a false witness. 9. Words insisting on a correct spelling words that will not rhyme words need more then two meanings.

10. Food that is not useful for the whole day they call it a snack and they give it away freely but to me it only makes me hungry. 11. Half empty beer cans on the bus stop. 12. A heavy sack in the trash containing only trash with nothing useful inside. 13. Superstitions. 14. Friends who only pretend to be friends for some reason of there own knoen only to them. 15. My nerves gone and still eye must preform. 16. Cell phones usage near me even in my ear outside. 17. Accidental death NO WAIT death of any kind it never liked me it was always unkind. This has been April SevenTeen Poetry.

April Three A poem a Day

April Three A poem a Day

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"LargeOSaurausLargeOSauraus2012 2013 the time will end the new beginning the crack of doom will open both the poles magnetic losing earth oozing into space the end of world the end of gracethe human racing to the end will find the cockroaches will winthe dinosaur is the next living creaturehe is very huge he is very largehe has large wooly ears and wings but does not flyhe eats planted things but sniffs at passers byehe wears no clothes but skin is dry like leather but with feathers how can we be completely sure the lidded lizard eyes or the open bird like wonder of the flew he did not fly too large a head for body he walked slow and pondasaurus he will have a human face and legs and eat the planted things we left some pine trees on the hills we left some hardwood in the rills we left some food for the largosaurus when he comes when he comes to rule did he come from the egg or from Brooklyn all green from the nuclear winter the troll under the bridge is just human with wings after all"

Handwritten poetry on the back of a cowhiding in the bushes several people ignoring this poet looks like a real cowboy somehow fooling everyone yesterday eye wrote the second poem this month is almost gone this is the third poem written on the second day does it matter as long as the requirements is one poem every day so nervous eye could not roll upp a smoke iff eye did smoke every now and then eye quit eye am a quitter eye even got mad at some old facebook women not old women but old facebook friends and quit writing poetry several more times this is not the only once some people get offended at the dumbest things like a person finding something that they posted is funny and commenting with a laugh it does not seem fair of them to tell you not to chuckle but it IS there Aritcle is posted for more Serious believers. Some of the women who left me were old. SOme of them were young but not underage eye do not friend 14 year old women a woman who is married should be flattered to recieve my dalliance she should knoe eye am not trying to give her my whole heart and why get offended at only one little part it seems almost a crime not to share our love and eye am not even a womanizer in real life a short hairy homeless man in need of kisses. Even close freinds make me depressed sending me to find the box of rocks will talk to me instead of warm caring human beings who feel eye am not attractive or worth any of there time like talking to a wall on the timeline no i think too many self important people not learning to be friends with other people who would love to be more friendly is the key to emotional bankruptcy and this poem started to be funny or perhaps it was just me eye stand corrected on my April Three A poem a Day lays heavily on me

Stuffins too two

Stuffins too two

people have stuffins they keep it in there pants they keep it in the baggy pants they keep it in the pockets of the bags they have stuffins this country sells lots of bags BACKPACKS number one among users they love to TOTE the stuffins that they need all day all the live long day long the posses with the purses no look back again the posses with the smart bags they keep them full of gin the luggage is something else not allowed in public places anymore and stolen on the street the other homeless take the stuffins now unless you keep it with you on your back is now your home even city workers steal the stuffins carry all the stuffins home no one is nice upon the city street and rude beyond belief when stuffins squeak and peek out of the hiding place it begs just to be taken please The Captain Kangaroo had those green banannas in the pockets of his great coat for Mister Green Jeans and the ping pong balls fell on Bunny Rabbit had to come from somewhere we need more stuffins to be mine

Wee Fee or W eye F eye

Wee Fee or W eye F eye

Wee Fee or W eye F eye
DOn Quixote my homeless friend has fried my brain with his ideas OR could this poem be about someone other then myself
He was windmilling in my mind he told me Alchemy and Myth and History and Time he likes the idea of the numberology not like eye eye see things differantly then anyone else but eye caught some of his Passion play for Christ and so eye struggle with his lingoe and try to understand this homeless man so differant from me eye wished to dismiss his ravings to be lunatic and yet he mentioned Valentine eye spoke to him of prose poems eye have written in haste to get them down on crinkle paper and then just leave them we talked about the end of time and even Jewish Myth he thinks the number nine is relative to elements and Valentino was a ROman PRiest he got that part from me from eye told hispanic man if he ever time travels not to shake his hand or have any contact with himself in the past or he might cease to exist he liked that eye could tell you things eye said of other universes and worlds sitting on Mars in the Seventh Heaven with the Apostle Paul we talked at length of Heaven his idea is Salt within ourselves but Peace is still elusive how about those mansions in the sky He likes the GOD of chaos and he told me he never wants to get old and senile and homeless one out of three already he is there with me with eye please understand this is about my homeless friend he liked my Science Fiction Stories best when eye told him he should write his ideas and make a book eye told him eye wish to see my book in the Lieberry on the shelf its only about him not me this poem is free still free we did not agree on everything we said but we visited and talked the conversation fresh in mind but why can eye only remember what eye said and not all the things he tried to tell me passion he tried to tell me nice things about the mythical creatures and Valentine if this is vague to you then you have found the truth the poet feels only poem things and loot the loot the loot is leaden words not GOld the prose is worth my very nose and anything eye suffer eye suppose the friend will find his age suppressor someday he may travel backwords in time to save himself the rest of us go on forwords in the midst of the trepidation of life and sorrow so nice to write today about someone other then eye

LargeOSauraus

LargeOSauraus

LargeOSauraus
2012 2013 the time will end the new beginning the crack of doom will open both the poles magnetic losing earth oozing into space the end of world the end of grace
the human racing to the end will find the cockroaches will win
the dinosaur is the next living creature
he is very huge he is very large
he has large wooly ears and wings but does not fly
he eats planted things but sniffs at passers bye
he wears no clothes but skin is dry like leather but with feathers how can we be completely sure the lidded lizard eyes or the open bird like wonder of the flew he did not fly too large a head for body he walked slow and pondasaurus he will have a human face and legs and eat the planted things we left some pine trees on the hills we left some hardwood in the rills we left some food for the largosaurus when he comes when he comes to rule did he come from the egg or from Brooklyn all green from the nuclear winter the troll under the bridge is just human with wings after all

Welcome Matt

Welcome Matt

Welcome Matt
female english welcomed
Snitch Johnson
old son son of john son of snitch
Adore Smith
tradesman english male
Love Bread
female english love
Iron Posse
stems from gang terminology
Facebook Enemy
title of this poem
you were once my friend now gone you left me even iff eye clicked the mouse it was you that caused me to do this to us why did you take away my love and hurt me so much just before CHristmas no love on the day of remembering my LORDS birthday how he was Born in the Manger with Snow outside and swadling clothes on his little baby body it must be why he wore those purple fitted sheets all his life
he is sure wearing his GOlden WIngs now
Christmas BOneus
Tinkle Bells
now yall must knoe just why they call me so
Tinkle
for the pretty way eye walk
and Bells
for the pretty that eye sound
fooled you all
names for $666 AleX
charles
strong man
super man
Exit Rug