ACharlaX666Poem

ACharlaX666Poem

TheAbominableSnowmanofDaniel
Desolation standing in The Holy Place dripping snow off mye boots and wiping eye. Perhaps the Temple in Jerusalem is only the Mosque of the DOME after all. The Dome where NERO once stood with his pet pig perhaps the skunk will sufficeth for eye need to take my pet with me to comfort me. The bible says the head hath a wound that was healed. Perhaps not meaning CharlaX at all. Perhaps only a statue depicting a really ugly man or even a real ugly beast risen from the sea the spitting image of the first beast who is like unto the beast able to rain FIRE down from the heavens upon the Human Cities perhaps even the people will Worship for they do not love themselves and love the evil. This may cause this Image of the beast to actually come to life. The God Mammon and the god Satan combined and dancing together for the first time. Dancing for one last time for all who would not worship this beast and HIS image will be slain. Cast forth from the temple in the rain I hope I can be worthy to be taken then, Mye Crown a forfeit for the real Prince of Life, Jesus Christ.

"apotheosis

"apotheosis

Head OFF into the SUnset into the next life into the sunset on a horse with a hair trigger on your gun into the next life upon a horse like Roy ROgers on a horse into the next life like EL CID was just an Actor doing Charlston on a stage like Roy ROgers making movies like Ginger ROgers making waves. Like WIll ROgers in his grave his saving Grace, Head OFF. "apotheosis

"apotheosis

"apotheosis

Head OFF into the SUnset into the next life into the sunset on a horse with a hair trigger on your gun into the next life upon a horse like Roy ROgers on a horse into the next life like EL CID was just an Actor doing Charlston on a stage like Roy ROgers making movies like Ginger ROgers making waves. Like WIll ROgers in his grave his saving Grace, Head OFF. "apotheosis

POEMPOETRYPOETICALPOET

POEMPOETRYPOETICALPOET

The title is a mere representation of this poem a reflection of the authors brain not to be mistaken as actual contented words. Milkknots. For poems. Poems of poetry are not political but poetical as is the poet. AS IS THIS POET. I could not care less about politicks as a general public user of this internetted web. Mess. Eggs plus potatoes is the best. Stay with me I leave on a tanget. Food for thoughts. I will trade you a Promised airy note Next Tuesday for a WHimpy Burger today. A can of Popeye Spinacher is just substance in decay. I need some money for a candle to light mye whey. Triple play. CharlaXPauper : I spend money other people give me like water it is in mye hand and gone at the almost same instant of time. CharlaXWinterWise : I Keep some money back but use the stuff I have in an effort to survive the Winter coming longer than I like to keep it. CharlaXMiser : I keep some money longer than I need it I wish I could do just do what Jesus teaches. Over all the poet is unhappy with his own demise. Born once it did not take the first time. Born again. Thats Born twice. Religion. Being born this third time in snow and ice is nice I guess this proves GOD in JESUS loves me twice and with this Spirit makes it three times. Love is nice on ice. A play on words now frozen in mye time. POEMPOETRYPOETICALPOET

Rudecrows

Rudecrows

The hall moniter lizard is sleeping in the hall he lays eggs where they will fall. The pyramid is top heavy at the wrong end. Too many chiefs and not one little Indian. Richard Tracy turn off that cell phoney. I cant here the lieberry. Outside is the snow is falling. Most people do not have snow shoes. Or enought socks. Or even WINTER clothing. Most people do there thing all over this campus without being rude to other individuals when it happens I assume it is your fault not mine because logic fails to understand iff it was me and the fault was mine then I would be ALL OVER THIS CAMPUS being rude to too many people and I would get in trouble. But as it is I am sitting and being rudely interrupted every time I start to work on poems. Get a real life Rudecrows. Stop stepping on charlax toes. Conversation ended girl at the busstop caught a ride with her friendly not to eye waited for them to ask me to get inside that car in Vain the driver shook her head and off to town they went stranding me at a 7:30 AM on this Saturday NO BUSS forthcoming, so eye walked to town torn up inside at what rude crow people do to all old men she was a Rudecrow. First foremost a Drunken reeling from a bar and restaurant Back and forth HE went Blind to all he sees on slidewalk coming right at ME eye Barked at Him eye turned and emphasized mye fist at Him he turned and then I caught the laughter HE was laughing at ME at the old man pretending to defend eye again. He was a Rudecrow. The Final Irony is Vanity eye cannot even have my charity to remove a shirt a layer of warmth insanity I need everydry thing I have twice I take them off the next day I putt them back on back hard bitten by the freeze I always avoided Northern Climes in Winter thrust upon me defeats the Charity inside me. For unless I can survive at more then 15 below Zero which thing I did on Monday of this week. The temperature has risen up above the Zero Point again. On mye thermometer I will remain a facimile of a Rudecrow.

Doodle

Doodle

I wrote a poem with BLACK ebon ink. It was dark and messed upon the page has lines between the white spaces where I write between them lines a sample prose. A man should not drink water from a Garden hose or irrigate an alley way with his doodle like a yankee marking his time inplacing his feathor replacing his doodle in his Cap off the bottle this stuff and sell it one at a time you could make a million doodles. One at a time. One to a customer. One to everyone. Hurray. Hurray. Step write up. Get your doodle cup. A feathor in your cap. You Yankee. Do you think they really beat them up those real actors in the movies or just dummies, yankees, feathorers, and doodlers. Be careful iff asked to Stand-in front of the Camera. Feathor your DoodleCup you Yankee dummy up and do not forget to say Sheeze.

DAY

DAY

for John Jesus

HOW do you knoe what day it is ? there was no answer. I tapped the wall again with my plasticup. This time it came back three taps. HOW do you mark time ? There was this long pause I almost missed his hurried "wwwith a pencil; on the wallll" I smiled no need now for taps at all , I tried to make it louder in the wall. HOW DO YOU KNOE what day it is ? This time I heard him quite easily. NO need to yell HE said I was only just whispering. Keep your voice DOWN the guards would punish you for talking to me. I am ready now said HE. I smiled. WHY, its Saturday. HE said its also now the 24th of Feburary putting that extrra r in it like most inmates do. I missed Valentines day there was no one in here to tap on the wall and to talk. Thank you for bringing me up. TO date. Its marked now on the wall. I will leave here next Tuesday 27th after all its only thirty days in the hole. WHy are you in this place I mean why were you arresstted you are doing time like a felony person ? You are green HE said they call it a Felon. I spit on the sidewalk near a Copper Patrolman he stepped he slapped his cuffed on me hurt my ear bad. I get no blanket on the bed the coffee cold one cutt of meat so old on bread. Oh is that all you did ? At least the Killing is over I got the last one of them the last Saturday that I was still free. I almost hit his girl but she screamed and HE came running quick and I Zapped him with my ZIP gun. DAY, HE said. Whats that ? I almost whispered it. Your namme is DAY, in stir. I made a mark on the wall where i had started my calendar with a pencil there. Saturday with a slash 24. I added FEB above it. Whats YOUR namme ? In stir ? It came back fast; Im ZIP. Its easy to get one bullit on the street to make a gun with a pipe and a twist it. How many are dead ? Three. HE sighed. There was three. What did they do to YOU ? I was almost crying now. They killed my Mother they put her to sleep like a dog. I said ZIP. HE said DAY. I paused long and I thought hardly at all. GOOD for you, was all I cuold say.