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

Windlass

Charles Robert Hice

October 23

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Windlass
Windlass
time skips a whole ten years looms large as a gap a Century a decade gone not surprising to be unremembered and gone impossible to discern the meaning of my time the last days have come HEDONISTIC society men live for pleasure of themselves the macho ache the pitiful strang they do among themsleves and the urge they have to prove themselves a real man by fighting all of this is sick and wrong the reality of the poor population third world poverty people dying some of them have never even tasted real food it makes me hungry for the rules of life the Golden rule is dead they hide it in the fist they smash all the pumpkins dead the toothless grinning that we do oh to be dead and not to feel my pain is this all thats left too me too poor poor me the end will surely be much better then the beginning the life of JOB the death will bring release of heartless creulty out out the windlass out out the windlass blown apart

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FLeur de lis 2

FLeur de lis 2

FLeur de lis 2

and yet is it the same the time it takes to say my namme the Jester waves the branches of the old eternal story of the FLeur de lis

way down canal street at the ferry landing is the wifi signal spot with a plugg that eye need to await the arrival of the birth of the nation

or possible rejection

eye will chronicle the changes to my battery is an asus laptop

the softwire went off and its haywire now

showing about 10 hours 00 minutes holding at 100 % which is the only normalcy eye see yet

the battery works and its holding a charge

the software is off

silly eye feel like the goose that gandered all the eggs

eye merley reset the power chord and made it say

100% fully charged

just like its supposed to be now

simple things escape us in the end knoeledge itself will deter us

the crime of ignorance besets us

the laptop would not boot and that is a real problem eye think its resolved

eye am online now

see my work letter bye letter bye word

this is a laptop poetry poem

wait where am eye in the lieberry now

so everything is aok this place is going down tommorrow for a closing down for staff training day all the lieberries in town do this for a long mexican holiday

SUNDAY will be bad but MONday back in towne

this is thursday winding down the nerves just letting go of National Poetry Month is gone

back to normal now

FLuer de lis 2

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

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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