Showing posts with label NPM. Show all posts
Showing posts with label NPM. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

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

Thursday, May 3, 2012

APril 25 Lost on the Timeline


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

Saturday, April 14, 2012

April 142012
666 eye seen, 666 eye seen666 eye seenit began when you were born they typed a number on your arm or on your face the human race began to take a toil upon your soul the 666 is marked into your pocket and your name is just disgrace one more mouth to feed one more space to find for you should not have been born into this Family who lives for Wine and fun. From the cradle (Birth) of Civil to the End of the World (Death) they have marked you with your Peers in mind and factoids follow you a miss demeanor all your life intact and saved but no one looks at records not a Felon they ignore the people eating books and small religions are not famous in the Barrio they only follow music and the dopes. YOU (God) Jesus made me march among the men but eye was never one of them eye would never shoot my weapons of destruction just to get my supper AT the last one you broke bread and passed out the wine is a gift and not to be so drunken apes walk on there nuckle sandwiches for gluttons head is broken teeth decay but eye will my Jesus someday in the midst of poverty in the midst of despair is where we find our God today. Find him first in hunger and an empty cup the Holy Grail is neither wine nor Bread but Ghost filled body facing Death our God still gives us life Amen. 666 eye seen


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

Thursday, April 7, 2011

SEven Poems for NPM

SEven Poems for NPM
NPM
SevenPoemsNPMPenny SevenPoemsNPMPenny Pennies
by Charles Robert Hice on Thursday, April 7, 2011 at 9:09am

SevenPoemsNPMPenny

SevenPoemsNPMPenny

Pennies from Heaven not one red cent penny for your thoughts lucky penny is heads penny saved is penny earned turn the penny toss the penny tuck the penny the penny in the fold. Pinch pennies pitch pennies putt pennies in the jars. Penny Loafers shoes. Penny poker penny glued to bench with super glue. Penny Candy Two. Inflation made it nickel Candy then one more dime then you got two pieces for one quarter then you get one piece for one more dollar now. Call the penny in the air to win the toss. Penny is the cup of them beside the phone for people who got none. When there is silver there eye get the dime eye get the nickel or the quarter out of there so pennies thrive. When caught eye smile there is only supposed to be pennies there eye try. No silver in them now no gold just green metal oxide getting old. The pennies cost too much to mint them now. Hoard them upp in barrels of them spend them anyhow. Penny Banks of piggies or unnatural arms come out to get the penny put it into the slot. Saving money never works people steal it from themselves they break the Bank open run to town to get the things they must have then they cry to broken pieces of there heart. Pennies gone. Go start looking for some more.