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.