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

Agony MOuse Padd

Agony MOuse Padd


Agony MOuse Padd

The agony was several days eye refused to get to the counter to ask for a mouse padd the agony was caused by not knoeing what they will do for eye. Eye finally decided to try. This prose poem is brought by the tear in my eye to ewe. They did not refuse to help me they would not tell me no but they refused to give me one for my very own bout it is nice to use it for the time eye am alone with thoughts in public they let me take one not all the away home but to my laptop zone and eye can use it all day long as long as eye return it when eyem done sometime same day kind of thing it feels so nice to eye to use something loaned and the lieberrien is so nice to eye think eye am in love again she is the ethnic Chinese almost touched me with her hand such a nice feeling in a man and eye will return this mouse padd in agony because it is a gift and eye will not steal this gift but use it wildly in my dreams as thrift and pay the agony with love

SEven Poems for NPM

SEven Poems for 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.