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

charlax

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

Raw Reqruit

Raw Reqruit

this story needs to be retold

tommorrow is veterans day getting old

once eye was a young army boy reqruit

this is one of my real Army stories

bye charlaX

my uniform was light green they never liked my pants were not issued to me eye had bought them from the px and wore the same pants all the time

that way my uniforms stayed nice and neat in my locker

eye was given a weapon and we marched into the Louisiana Swamp on the way to Rifle range to kill some targets

some of the men went hunting on the way the sargeant was upset with me eye was not moving fast enought he screamed and yelled at me it is the Army way

eye asked him was my weapon loaded

he made me learn to open it right there to see iff there was a round inside

and of course there was none there for we were not even to the Rifle range yet

you call your thing a weapon and not a rifle

ok

when the Lieutenant noticed my weapon jammed he tried to fix it for me fast and he tossed it back to me still jammed

eye tried to use it and tossed it back to him

both of us is dead eye said

he kept my weapon for a moment and said to me why did you say that to me

and eye said iff this were Viet Nam all we would have is your Pistol and they would have killed us bye now

and that is really what happened to me one day in the Army

this is truth to be told

bye CharlaX

Raw Reqruit

for Veterans Day 11/11/13

in Tallahassee.

CharlaX fabels Aesops Brand X elijah

CharlaX fabels CharlaX fabels Aesops Brand X elijah

by Charles Robert Hice (Notes) on Saturday, May 18, 2013 at 2:07pm

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the Lord had taken my prayers and given me life the wings of the dragonfly lifted my spirit the secret word she had whispered carried me to lengths of this world passing away

CharlaX fabels
CharlaX fabels
Aesops Brand X
elijah
the tribe tossed the indian into the desert he was old about 60 years of life how many more he might have had iff given food to live but this would pass he looked up for a sign from heaven there was a giant green dragonfly it seemd to say to him live try to exist for your penpal still loves you she is chanting now
the chariot came for me it was made of fire
the long walk in the desert had paid off
the Lord had taken my prayers and given me life
the wings of the dragonfly lifted my spirit
the secret word she had whispered
carried me to lengths of this world passing away
some people think there is nothing beyond but other people insist on the heaven to come a
view of GOD to enter believe on his son the Jesus one sent a deliverance
the chariot moved without wind or wings the flames did not devour the prophet
the INdian sings his death chant now eye have one day left
emotions conflicting inside me
to give to her happiness is mostly beyond me why do we make the most stupid mistakes to our most necessary dove
as the INdian died he noticed the fire was not burning the robe the hide was not singed his body changed he flew away on his angel wings and met her there she was
pookie def. n. deliverance from death for
a poet in love

 — at Canal Street.

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.

UNFURLED

UNFURLED

UNFURLED
will not salute or worship a flag of a nation not under god or pledge allegiance to not under god or to not in the classroom god evidently is not an american perhaps chinese god of dark moon walks on china road along great wall and pits large olive trees along the cloud line no one sees these trees in the sky when the chinese moon is red the pits fall out and hit the chinese men the olives fall on the women there under the chinese wall of greatness the clouds rolling over the road drop the olives and the pits from the hidden chinese trees upon the chinese people stuck in time they nibble on the olive branches struggling to survive the earth quakes along the wall of china below the road and the clouds over the road full of the olive trees above the greatness wall of china there is the people down below they live on olives now they must be turning green and brown from leaving to pick the pits to pick the olives and the pits falling from the clouding sky you will not find an american flag there below the wall unfurled