nameless botch

recently im under stress but willing to wait hard bitten 

 by cupids arrows but not willing to lose you by rushing you 

can a man chase the wind and hold it in his hand

 you won't lose me I'll always be here for you, you know that

 the answer is yes iff its his woman he will find her 

WOW thats comforting 

we will grow closerand into something

 im not going anywhere but here 

you see i do love you on my tenterhooks and honor

lest eye spill my blood too soon 

 she owns the alll of everything eye am 

yes dear glad i was able to hang until the end

unsaid things until we meet again

APril 25 Lost on the Timeline

APril 25 Lost on the Timeline

like a fly on the crinkle paper we get stuck on someone elses wall nothing can be done they must have the new timeline the facebook keeps us sticky to the wall lost on the timeline of them all my friend has posted things to me all my facebook life but now she stopped sending to my wall for all intents and purposes the timeline stalls no one communicates they struggle just like flys caught in the moonbeams saving grace double clicking not allowed nothing works to break the clouds of time my wall where is my own wall where has my time gone today fighting the timeline lost in space my friends wall looks so funny nothing ever there about me as a persona she has forgotten me her family is mostly blank faces no pictures of the pets no notes no picture tags no poems about no stories with me as the character no traditional patter the inbox message gets ignored the note no comment view the pictures missing you the fly in cyberspace the timeline crawling down the web in case the facebook users find a way or place to see there friends again someday will find us in a differant place on the brand new facebook when they upgrade timeline to the new one coming then when all the time is almost gone again just find me friend on APril 25 Lost on the Timeline

April 142012

April 142012

dough ray me a female deer is roe ray eye a ray of bright sunshine dough is 666 money is the vernacular god revealed to be the lie come home ray a drop of golden sun me a name eye call my self ah so again the money wins the time is all thats taken after all fa along long way to go atta boy atta boy chatter chatter whatsamatteru so humming now forgot these words for so what the grid bar is closed no grid lay la la la la la la la la la la la la la la tea a drink eye made my self and that brings us back to dough you need enough to get that Lip tonn age of Aquarius another brick brac paddy whack my knee again the earth came calling keep me off those cell phones make me sick the very idea of people making other people sick just the sound of the voice of some people in the thick of a brick about broken with the edge of the karate chop is woven lamb fortified with iron man what a catch the fish was the whale of a thing gotten away down south away down south in dixie lawd a mercy lawd a mercy they did not say dixie land just dixie April 142012

Nervous

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Stretched into infinity and beyond my nerves are sewing a needle with fishing lines stranded in hyperboyle while waltzing dancing like a gyro in a spacecraft tilting crazily trying to maintain orbit silent in space but screaming in the darkness saw a man sprinting in the ditch running with a full pack but moving slowly because of age and fear the police car might have been a factory theys drove past the man ignoring both of us in the race against time they turned on the lights and spun through the red light only in AmeriKa can the police break the law for no good reason they just ignore the rules they set up for all the rest of us will fall into the spring winter ignored the summer almost full blown into the nightmare zone riding a thin white line on a razors edge toe slipping wet red blood under foot toe jamming internet sliding off into the lagg muscles bunched against the blow cold wind like an ant inside the shirt sleeve you feel the bite and hope he stops but more will hurt he moves around some getting itches into place on arm and back there must be two of them his mate is there making a few places on my back it hurts to think you have a friend and only now wake up to realize that she is gone the pain times the multiply the days left in my aging life against the middle of the millineum eye will die well before eye am 100 years old nothing in this world will matter then at all my penpal might outlive me please Jesus do not let her suffer in her sadness but remember best how much eye loved her Nervous
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CharlaXJourney one

CharlaXJourney one

CharlaXJourney one
ONe day at one time the poetry was begun as therapay to sober up the smoking gun (gone) lost in the wilderness a survivor comes (eye) see the YOU (ewe) the love at my distant tower she still always cares for me even Better then my Mother is my Lamb given me from GOD. Just now poemhunter changed the way they do things eye lost my email to my lamb. Eye have no choice to create a new account and try to reach her now. EMERGENCY the email function to members no longer works its only an error message eye sent them the message waiting to be fixt your not gonna believe the pain of losing so something simple as the free email there is a clock somewhere tick tock tick tick tick tock the clock is offline its Big Ben in the mind poetics is nice the place to make poems is the mind but fingers have to type the bones knit from the broken to the able Jesus is mind the physical portion under water is drowned under the sod is dead and gone the life is in the Spirit of God we live anyway past our prime and someday past our Brain dude the Irony rains on the preselected people most USDA programs are not funded the Solyant Brown And Green it could be me TRUE story Time there was two men arguing over the chalk lines on the sidewalk one was jumping jacks the other kept walking away then back the man bent double marking it in again evidently the partner had erased some of his ART work across the street a man was picking at some trash with no success the best way to describe this is missing the item with his hand then moving on to the next one he was stoned on crack or just drunk across the way a man was down he was trying to sleep just like eye do when its time to go to sleep but it was just after Five P M and the sun is shining down and then the boy followed me down the sidewalk until he gave up he had a bottle of beer in his hand and he thought eye was a prospect out for panhandling and eye walked faster then normal to get away and then it HIT me why all these people were acting drunk on my sidewalk its only Saturday in TeJas.