Alice weathers Storm

Alice weathers Storm

Madd Hatter pens

Alice in the looking glass again

The Wind hauls buckets of water it dumps them they hit solid like a wall of water at midnight the moon is lost to Alice in her night

The Matter Hatter holds a conference with his conscience and not until he knoes the storm is over is it ever gonna be ok again

One more day of life is granted he loves ALice like a wife but she is more then all of that the Universe and more the sun and moon and stars

In the morning light the tea is thin he adds more bags to bring it inn she needs it dark and then they soon begin the PARTY of the tea in the sun its time again SHE laughs and dimples in her smile and cheeks tell the Hatter what a tale he sees and SHE notices the time and they all move down one seat and have another and another tea in the sun its time again for the PARTY

The sun is shining and the Bees begin to HUM a song they sing for Alice and the Rabbit and the CATT and the HATTER In HIS MADD MADD HATT

A song of sorrow turned to love

Madd hatter pens

Alice weathers Storm

The Apostle Paul

The Apostle Paul

The Apostle Paul

eye rode a horse and jailed people in chains and one day GOD in the HEavens blinded me with a light and eye fell off my horse and lost my will to fight and put away my toy soldier sword of light

eye swam a lot in boat load accidents and walked out of prisons then one day they sent me to the cleaners they cleaned me out of all the house hold things and took my tent making tools away

the key to heaven is a needles eye getting wet then getting dry it pays to take some time away from work to preach the LORD asleep and the awake He rises to the test and then the light comes back to waken us again

sad sober reflections of the life we leave behind is all we really need

preach the life and not the lie we seem at odds Saint Peter and the eye

meat is nothing and food is good but women are not to be married

we teach a differant faith then life death seems so permanent to eye

The Cross is the way to Heaven the Death of the Savior the Lesson of Faith

he gave his all he had for love

we sinners get hurt and live with pain and hurt

we keep trying to keep going but the end is never far away the people come that can kill the body and then its over in this world we go away

find someone to bring me a coat iff its winter find someone to bring the books so we can preach

eye need some more coins so eye can pay Saint Peter

The Apostle Paul

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Finesse

Finesse

Finesse

Moral morale is lacking finesse

freedom is not always free as they say

it comes with a government check and who is supposed to benifit

the potters field in flanders field the dead the dead forgotten men of war the real heros are the dead not able to Salute the few who lived remember them with crys of solitude the Honor among the thieves today is lacking finesse they sneak around the snakes the stakes of Mormon the tents of freedom where are the dead heros emulated outcries where is the price of solitude where lies the Hermit where is the unsung Gentleman

in potters field we sing of flowers grown above the gravestone

we sing of power in the giving of the lives we shared our power with the living left our wives and went to Heaven growing flowers on the covered walls of freedom marching in place marking time waiting for deliverance day lacking all finesse we have forgotten how to pray but still we wait for emergences from our fate the end shall come and all finesse abate

Darker Blues

Darker BLues

September 15, 2014 at 9:12pm

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the color of the winning team the checkered flag the winning scheme the dark blue end of everything

Darker Blues

Darker Blues
the butterfly was dark blue almost black eye wondered about its life span the dragonfly eye spied was the same color almost Midnight Blues these are the Darker Blues the night seems fixed its mean and full of surprises the rain dumps at the wrong hours wake up fast Hoody all wet gasp why is the Hoody so wet the rain the rain the rain in Darker Blues was here plunging her neckline below the poverty level seeking my fame and fortunate fellow caught in the blue flame wings at the ready to fly to hide against the midnight sky to come out of darkness to triumph over enemies to fly fly fly in my spirit to wing to the Stars and Beyond to the UNiversal God the Ancient of days and his Son they are both one and the same in the SPirit in Darker BLues with me in Paradise or Earth the sea or air the Dragon was almost black but the blue was dark in space the fight belongs to Angel wings and hate the blue flame of primordial name prefers itself in Darker Blues to the red and yellow of a normal fire will color all the World a Darker Blue the color of the winning team the checkered flag the winning scheme the dark blue end of everything will burn forever like a child in the fire never giving up as the child dies the Father is born in Darker BLues the rule the world
Darker Blues

warfair

warfair

warfair

in those old western movies and war bond movies in the back in the day hey day they were killing all the baby faced nelson boys on the screen

we learned hour lesson in life

into the ropes into the turnbuckle into the floor into the couch flying with a broken nose

fingers slammed into the piano keyboard so hard once eye will never play again

foot crippled for life in an accident at work

now my back is going out from weight of the pack  kidneys working overtime to keep me alive wihout much water eye use carbonated gleem

broken teeth android machine

helpless to ordain a nun

at least money is no longer my religion

paul dumped off a high horse job suffering wishing he was never born at all

lumping all of this together on the cross

Jeez US     JeeZ           Us oh LORD what have eye to do with yew

why did you give me to the warfair

orefer

orefer
orefer
ore fer sale or rent wrent to gold baeten doen
intrinsically electroplated copper and iron
smelted in the crucible of time
each drachmah wroth the day pay
the line starts at theh table
mark the place they lay
pay the asking price
ened to ened an not so nice
hypnotica preforms the mindless waeve
stardust in the mines
slavery obsconded bondage doen away
tis not gaelic tis but majic
a few more storkes of the pin will have it
the emergency is mind
the joker at work the porker at the bin
sausage is free to men
women must pay for oil and wine
stop lively to the inn
orefer — in Tallahassee, FL.

Writers Bloc

Charles Robert Hice

Writers Bloc
and so we come to the finial evaluation the apex of the trepidation the worry and the fear fall threw the roof of the ivory workshop
there is nothing new to be written all the ideas are used
like a closet hook full
like a treetop in an inferno no a tornadoe
or a rabbit in his hutch or out to lunch
a carat needs a ring
the sloping roof spills rain
there is no dry spot no human refuge in affinity
does the wording fool the eye no way
does the reader wipe his forehead his headache needs a pill oh chill gentle people reach out to your imagination use the hidden box to find the key open the mind and read the written pondering
Lunch will be at Five Pm today due to infernal conflicting demanding needing yearning hunger
and because it gives me time to play inside
the weather changed from one day to the next
a real sow easter blowing my mind
welcome back to
Writers BLoc

Writers Bloc

a carat needs a ring the sloping roof spills rain   Writers Bloc Writers Bloc and so we come to the finial evaluation the apex of the trepidation the worry and the fear fall threw the roof of the ivor

By: Charles Robert Hice