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

antitheory

antitheory

antitheory

a penny for your thoughts

money rules this world the people think of nothing less they spill the beans must come from solyant green and brown the very idea that a man could come from being homeless to a millionaire or even a small business in the industry when eye feel eye will never work for pay the students coming out of school get all the smart jobs seem to be gone the way of misery is mine no job no check no prop under my feet is only the sidewalk now eye lay in poverty my homeless shelter edges of a roof iff no one sees me furtively edging into spaces meant for stepping past the sticks and stones omg no one should live this way at all but why eye feel the need to work so hard when all eye need to do is hide my bones beneath the cold cold soil and stop the day to day struggle of existance. Let me tell you it is this certain struggle for food and dry clothing that makes a man what he is it gives me strength that money cannot buy for me the life that eye have chosen seems so harsh until you think of poverty of rich the loss of love the loss of life that comes from worshipping a lessor god just numbers in a book they equal power for some people just add more to swollen bank accountants adding ledgers to existing dollars charging more for services already over extended. Today my heart is full of ewe and friend's who love me too my feet are dry my belly full of food my clothing adequate for a mild winter the first for me in several years of snow pushing the limits of my luck each day brings to me my own crazy satisfaction dropping some names to illustrate my happiness do you think e e cummings his works brought to the public in the form of new york plays do you think it made him happy to be homeless his work his poems his style of keeping rustic crude religion showing in his writings from his golden heart his poetry ruling him in love worth more then many ducats of gold the silver dross when asked to preform on television Jack Kerouac grabbed his tome and read from his book what he had written there in poetry do you not see yet how homeless he once was and yet the poem was his everything to be. Stop feeling sorry for this homeless poet and start reading more of what eye have there written in the vast crinkles of the paper of the web while eye can get online to make this POEM this POET is undone still happy just to thrive alive outside the dead poetry of love one ounce of poem words outweigh all the gold of time

Lost in Texas

Lost in Texas.docx

Lost in Texas
Time will keep all my findings from this Courtroom but let me please begin to list the many things eye found wrong with this Texas Town.
But first a message non commercial vintage.
When did the internet become the norm the fixt the great white hope of all the minorities cracking the web is fun for rich important people can still do it at home but tell me do any of us knoe how it works how does the thing become the online tool eye use ? How does it perk the signal and the sign in and then the smurf ? A little background music. Oh yeah the title beacons me you see eye have too much competition on the street too many idle people drunk crack smoking parasites intent on robbing me of sleep or something closer to my back the pack full of this laptop with accessories and so you see eye got back to this important subject line is HOPE for the future even at the Alamo. A little dry dehydrate humor from San Antonio let me just say this let me thank the Academy now before eye win the purse reprised and full of wishes yes so sweet my ewe is kisses full of love. So lets get back to where the bottom line is grid the thing is a solid grinning grid of electronic jargon accessed with electricity and a button actuator the whole process of signing in is most beyond me somewhere on the Astral Plain of God there might be something to be said for Zen and smart Bhuddists seem to know you take the case and you plug in the mouse and you CLICK you just CLICK and then you Click some more until you have the Proper place you go. There really is not much more to the WEB then that. It is easier to get my Dell online then to find a place to get a cup of coffee Lost in Texas.

WorkBaneEthic

WorkBaneEthic

WorkBaneEthic
Minimum Wage will not ever feed a family it was never intended for a Family provider it is a starting wage a place to begin your work career not the 57 year old man still washing dishes in the diner cause his Daddy taught him how when he was only 14 years of age and could learn nothing else because of his addictions and his sicknesses eye am 51 % handicapped listed with Workman's compensation for an accident eye had when eye was 23 years old they even had to give me Social Security DIsability but got out of giving me any money then this is what happened back than. AHHA a play on words. They Determined me able to work and refused my initial claim then when eye persisted with my claim they caved in and sent me to a OLD FOLKS HOME where eye was treated than like dirt they way people treat other people who seem to be winning there case. They gave me all the paper work for a THIRTEEN MONTH stay eye think eye was only there THREE DAYS when the NURSE at the desk made me go into my room like a LITTLE BOY in the middle of the day REFUSING to let me watch the TELEVISION. Eye tore my VERY IMPORTANT papers and tossed them into the WasteCan and left eye have never filed a claim after that first FIASCO. Sitting here and penning this eye have decided to NEVER draw my Social Security check at all. Eye will spend the rest of my life in freedom. The labor jobs and day labor jobs that eye have held are not acceptable to me in my weekend state. Weakened. From all my efforts to remain dry and sober and free. The monkey on my back and the things eye carry with me make me strong and usefull seeming. Iff only to myself then eye am just the one who is taking care of me. This is the time for the old joke the Cemetery must be the most popular place in town. WHY? because everyone is dying to get in there. Eye have been hurt by your version of what you think are good Americans Illegal Drug users Chicken cooking Homosexuals and white boyz. Refused service for resting my leg after hiking to Mcdonalds only to be threatened with arrest for Loitering next to the parking lot but eye was at the building next door.This New Nation which has No use for GOD in the classrooms or the fields. No Salute from me left inside me for your Flag or Uniforms. Nothing left to feel but hate for a non feeling Government who hate the homeless and the poor. Like the Spanish Inquisitor who just passed gas near me he tried to talk to me eye told him eye was busy go ask someone else HIS PROBLEM it is his problem eye had to go to Security after he cursed and threatened me iff he returns to my seat to cause me problems eye am to go and TELL them. It is better for Both of us iff he does not return. After a check of the main area on the first floor eye have decided he was only talking street tought talking they all do it here just to instill fear in others they must do it just to survive these ganger ridden streets of San Antonio. My day is filled with this WorkBaneEthic.