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

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