Mundane 2

Mundane 2

MUNDANE

It was Monday again the bus ride left me feeling like eye was beaten up by women drivers set on making my life miserable the unfairness of it all crept up on me there is a homeless old woman who is living at wal mart she has no where to sleep she rides the bus a lot and visits her things in shelter storage she must not speak to me again it made me angry when she told me to shut up she has no reason to talk to me this way at all eye finally decided just to end the rule of bus and walk too much walking is only a benefit to a man that has it all eye cringe at thought of horror of the heat but facing it eye sleep when dark has come to rise in early mourning light and try again to regain whats left of life eye walk alone as sweetly eye complain again so no one else complains eye gain the life of solitude and crowds depart on bus rides as eye walk to live again in vain at least eye will no longer have to pay for my mundane 

Mundane 1

Mundane 1

MUNDANE

Is there a differance in eating old pre packaged food as opposed to eating first opening old canning jars of putt up canned fruit? They call it canning in a Ball Jar I would have said they can them in a Bell jar. Ball being that Brand namme I suppose its opposite of what one thinks. To keep the animals at bay the skunk and the skink. But everyone can see it is only a glass jar with a metal lidd on it clearly not a can of any kind no needed openor at all I knoe some people that would not ever touch some food thats out of date but they will pop that metal lidd off that old Ball jar when the tape clearly says 04 was when it's made. A disagreement in this predicamate. Opposites always attract. I prefer them olde fruit snacks. The Apple Filling is so hard while the crust remains so flakey search the package for the date while CharlaX merely eats. Mundane. Today I got 2 chocolate Ding Dong's with the 2 Apple Pies. See me smile. A hard to chew centers with the rest all falling off onto the floor. Thank GOD they did not want them at the Store anymore. Mundane. 

a butterflys footsteps

a butterflys footsteps

September 8, 2015 at 1:28pm

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a butterflys footsteps

a butterflys footsteps

a butterflys footsteps
an open letter to franco from American
we are already at war there is no use to deny
to begin a war is the enemy
they need to be taken to the task
please do not withhold your aid now
we are allies in freedom
you are my greatest friend ami
please bomb the ISIS just for me
for charlax is weeping
at all these atrocities they are committing
in the name of a false religion
lift up your banner and win
the war is thine
franco
François Hollande,
un butterflys traces
un butterflys traces
une lettre ouverte au franco-américain de
nous sommes déjà en guerre il est inutile de nier
pour commencer une guerre est l'ennemi
ils doivent être pris à la tâche
s'il vous plaît ne pas retenir votre aide maintenant
nous sommes alliés à la liberté
tu es mon meilleur ami ami
s'il vous plaît bombarder l'ISIS juste pour moi
pour charlax pleure
à toutes ces atrocités qu'ils commettent
au nom d'une fausse religion
soulevez votre bannière et gagner
la guerre est à toi
franco
François Hollande,
pour œil avons entendu butterflys traces

for eye have heard a butterflys footsteps

knot knot

knot knot

knot knot

tension knots my day people come they stay they go away some clave

some knave some play sweet dreams is made of these I travel the seven seas a fortune in glory a lost sky suddenly burst forth the clouds parted like a veil and the sky turned blue hot and cold from the same mouth is cheesy knot knot CHEEKY says one thing to me then when about says another obvious memory problem she will not remember my namme or why I am under no obligation to reveal more knot knot sane but not insanity perhaps old with getting older memory goes a wet sneeze is ok iff in mouth and nose same time wipe upp no one will notice knot knot mabe fatty foods cause sneezes I eat a lot of MCDONALD'S burgers mabe knot knot  it is uncertain why to me the people come they stay they play too busy to ask a friend why is not a friend again knot knot is not a friend again not time for games climbing the ivy walls the students play games on mount olympus knot knot a campus not a sounding board of education not a rehab for gansta drug addicts and drunks

cajoling system potable water is portable unless is knot knot who can carry water only the infirmity room will the SAN ANDREAS be at fault the line is drawn under the sea under the seven seas knot knot the tension is incredible but not edible can cut with knife knot knot arena roped in area is not collective only players some assembly required in the meantime it could be rather knot knot pills coffee food time when boozed is not the option and memory is thine real ax on my charlax knot knot flipping been at the monk cage BEN knot knot been at the servitude level long enought mabe will rule my UNiverse today knot knot a possibility of an exception to the rule knot knot

hard to read charlax

knot knot

COmplainte Departmeant

COmplainte Departmeant

COmplainte Departmeant

COmplainte Departmeant

people are idiots

idiots in charge of people and public places and public people in public places

idiots

I tried to find the best place to complain of bad treatment

and I think I found the right department

area

I can print this google document

and then file it in the round file

the trash can for deployment

they will find it undecomposed

because the ground wont keep my prose

they can read this after three hundred years it is smelling like a rose

and they will laugh and nudge each other call me brother

they will say he did the best thing he could find

he filled the trash can with his mind

charlax is printing now

COmplainte Departmeant

time

ISIS also 666 also ISIS

ISIS also 666 also ISIS

ISIS also 666 also ISIS

ISIS also 666 also ISIS

I see IS Snake

I see a snake without a head the rattle heard beside my bed the body keeps the rattle heard the war continuing to me the end in sight the leader lost his fight he will lose his life the will of others in the fight lost to sight they need no more recruits they need no more jack boots the end is nigh for all the younger lads need just to stay at home to learn the garden zen become we need no war machine to kill a snake without a head a fangless body a rattle heard is stopping no more war the answer to the problem the BIRD has spread her wings to join in the fight she makes a nest for allies in the fight she has the head please look beside the water on the beach to find this thing and pull the fangs of ISIS clean the sand of evidently poison hiding in the sun the body ISIS burning books like Nazi using Hitler tactics sabers rattleing while still destroying works of art fight fire with fire the TURKS are killers from the very olden days of GOLDEN artifacts of stone. Perhaps ISIS is off her throne and the ALLIES of the warriors of old are bold to take the body down and even the rattles will be found the noise of ISIS gone the way of any snake without a head today it made me happy to see the battle joined a ruling country in the war of ISIS to be won no further from the truth a crisis

ISIS also 666 also ISIS

Cartier March 2009 page 2

Cartier March 2009 page 2 Three poems by Charles Robert Hice Adult male seeks readers for free poetry by a JesusFreak (the flesh is dead eye am a). Check out my latest works from the CharlaXBio. Website: http://www.poetrypoem.com/charlax7 Absense of Snow The way is clear and not encumbered. No shoving with my feet and labored, breath. I walk and smell no roses. I feel my life instead of death. The sky is blues and sunny. The clouds are white and far away. The snow is absent around about me. I sense the absence of the snow. It must be what Heaven will be. No snow or ice or death. I will kiss you all someday. When I am there. Gone away. To rest. Flowers Fade I saw the flowers on the roadside, they were all so pretty to me; they seemed permanent to me, But snow will frown-- wind and rain and sun. The flowers are all gone. Forking Ill John M went camping and took his friend Timmy. Off they went to the Forking River Dam. They went to the Forking Campground near the Forking Dam. They decided to visit the Forking City. They had to go to the Forking Market. It was near the Forking Gas Station closer to the furcating Forking River bending near the Forking swamp turning into the Forking Quicksanding place there where they turned off the Main Forking Road. They turned Forking right there. There is a Forking left turn as well but they had to get to the Forking Store. They bought some Forking Beer made in the Forking Brewery. They were still in Illinois. Forking, Ill. Ill is the abbreviation for Illinois, so we aer all Forking, Ill. For now. The men were Forking camping so they bought some Forking beans made at the Forking beanery. The Forking Meat CO. provided. The Olympic branch of the Mount Olympus Water CO. Donated the Forking Water. They went to the Forking River Motel to steal the soap and the towels. They paid for the room and took two Forking Dam showers. They kept the Forking Dam Ashtray. It has a picture of the Forking Dam River. The Forking Dam Police were searching for the Forking Dam Campground to arrest the Forking men. They were not from Forking at all but just out of townies they had come to Forking Dam to Fish for Forking Fish. They went to the Forking Boat Dok and rented a Forking Boat the Indian Man in charge of the Forking Boat Dock said you out of townies speak with Forking tongue. But money green in Forking Dam. Good to see you Forking men. The Men in Forking Dam City are Forking gay. The Forking City Future Club is Oddfellows Hall. Eye am Forking, Ill. From all that Forking Fish they gave to me the nibbles and the bites the love all tied up in Forking Ville. They said that visit day is FrYdaY at the Forking Prison Institution they have a Forking Fish fry for religion they want me to go to Forking, Ill. And visit.

Blind

Blind

June 8, 2015 at 6:03pm

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a charlax poetry poem Blind

Blind

Blind
iff eye say eye cannot see then eye am blind
and the world has no power to add blindness to my sight
and iff eye say eye have no sleep in sight
then eye must rest the best eye rest
iff eye say eye have no food then eye must be a fast asleep or
iff eye say eye have no clothes then eye am dressed asleep and blind or
who can say they cannot see and yet the watch is read in sight of me
and when this life is over can we go on seeing can we go on living sight is part of life and yet eye say that eye am blind and yet eye see the night and sleep and dress in poverty in riches and eat my share of plenty there
oh LORD please take me home to be there
when this life is over cast me not away to die
let me live this life of plenty while eye am still Blind
Blind
a charlax poetry poem

MuddyStickisGOD

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MuddyStickisGOD

 MuddyStickisGOD

A Religious Paroday

The Missionary was inclined he liked to make the buckets in a line the corners of the tents he tied in four pillars of hope the bugs stayed away from him in dark the village slept. He made a cross the first day he was in the square the Medicine man was making mud in the pitt he took the cross and covered it. The Medicine man said MuddyStickisGOD the Missionary nodded his head and called it Jesus. The whole village danced the dance of Jesus bowing back and forth like windded jugglers they praised this GOD this MuddyStickisGOD they called it Jesus just like the Missionary said it. The Reformer HeadMaster came to the village and was asked to sit and watch the dancers he sat there stoned and listened to them chantters as they called that Muddy Cross the Jesus they sang a song of muddy water calling on this MuddyStickisGOD they bowed before it the Missionary sat there smiling unaware of anything was wrong he liked it. The HeadMaster was the HeadMinister of his religion He asked the Missionary what the MuddyStickisGOD was supposed to represent now to this people to this tribe of Aborgines is the the way we want them to see Jesus? OH yes said this young Missionary they understood me from the very first day they putt the mudd upon the cross sticks very carefully they even called it Jesus dont you see this HeadMasterMinister? He only frowned the poor mans smile away. NO. We see a bunch of Pygmalion Aafricaans worshipping sticks with mudd caste upon them there is no evidence that this is our religion worship in this glen observed is decadent and vague not blessed. Cant you see this my poor Missionary man? He left in his Heliocoptor Car in a paroday of Jesus in the clouds he waved down at no one there all the villagers were still dancing down near the Muddy Cross the Missionary smiling back at them convinced that he and he alone had saved the souls of all them stoned Native dancers in the glen they kept saying Jesus over and over again but some were saying MuddyStickisGOD instead of Jesus. Then is when the real Jesus opened up the sky and stood there looking down at all the villagers dancing there and took only the Missionary with him up to the Heaven in the Sky the Missionary asked him what about them villagers. They will be along later they are saved never worry about that you did a great JOB my little Missionary man for Faith in me is the only thing that saves you. What about the HeadMinisterMaster Reformer in the heliocoptor? He will make it later too he needs more work he needs to take the place of you look down there in the glen he is dancing with the dancers now trying to understand them. And down there in the glen the Former Reformer HeadMasterMinister was dancing with the villagers saying Jesus and MuddyStickisGod and bowing down and chantting and then weaving and dancing like a windded juggler back and forth before this Muddy Cross and he sang a song of muddy water as he sang he sang a song of Jesus saying MuddyStickisGOD.

introspection

introspection

introspection

the fatt man hooked his sizable thumbs into his belt loops they would not fit into the belt or under the belt they are just two ham hocks he smiled the crooked smile they all wear them lopsided like its not really there it would not dare to seem a nice face to anyone so dumb and the side kick fellow was the same only worse they each faced me off and smiled right back at me like wolves intent on a delivery of food he can see into my draw string bag give us the peanut butter NO eye cried eye bought the jar at the PubliX store its for my lunch not to slop them hoggs and my wasp spray can was interesting to the men they wanted it to ruin it to spray the thing away I use it to spray the misquitoes away and its just a found thing no money is involved but its a real intent of mine to get inside and later to get out without losing any clout eye dont share my things like a boy in a playground and they are not really serious they are only making funn at me because it gives them some sort of UNholy pleasure to be mean with friends like these eye wont have many enemies smiling today at my introspection

Aware Off

Aware Off

September 19, 2014 at 1:07pm

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iif this is the way eye write when eye am damaged and hurt what might eye have been what might eye have become

Aware Off

Aware Off
do you strain your brain to try to see the infinite universe do you have a mental picture of all those points of light in the sky the stars spinning as suns with planets like our own why would a Living God make a Universe like this and only one Life Giving Planet Earth but you see it might be it might be it might be only we in this Universe a boy might try to pull a cloud full of rain down from the sky and squeeze it like a sponge to drink his fill me up inside but there is a reason this wont work he might get hurt the cloud is cold to his touch and full of hurt the electric light might touch his hand and short him out he might get hurt from ice in the cold touch of the cloud there is no life in the cloud is only fire and ice no water safe to drink the boy is just a boy and not a man to reach the cloud with hands so full of time a man would use the cloud to flush his head of signs and problems of the past just rinse the fate and step over to the cloud to ease the worth of all there is the grace of living after death the cloud is stuck in the sky and fixed to be there on high it will not do our bidding it will not be a used in the hand for fitting in the mouth of a boy or a man the hand will not move the cloud at all in a dream the cloud is mine to squeeze the cloud is mine in a day dream is it written that the SUN and the Earth is the only place in the Universe where life is allowed to dwell there is no need to visit other stars the rocks are only granted lights up end the sky no life is ever formed on heights but only misty ground is found the clay and then the sight of day the soul is hardly ever found the future of the world is hidden in the cloud
Aware Off

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MicroLard

You will need to select the template located on the product page of the item that you have. If there is not a template available for the configuration you will have to setup a custom template. MIcroLard MicroLard Rendering unto MicroSoft today eye remember eating real food it is nostalgia they dont make it like they used too it is not the same dough is not lard enough meat is more green limits imposed by rules add flavor to the mixed fruit and veggies postal employees use spam to make dinner in the third degree of time passes less now you seem to be the last eater left food is guilty on the plate not judged enough not using lard to make the dough food is slough meat is not tough enough salads shoot the innocent pass more quickly away people used to eating dinosaurs need more poor people were once richer food was once upon a time a source ingredients gradients MicroLard comes in a big large barrel bring your small pails and buckets to the MicroSoft store ed.note.ed enjoy ewe microlard

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O christians

O christians O christians

November 14, 2013 at 1:17pm

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O christians everyOne

O christians
O christians
everyone
thanksgiving is approaching us now
O a symbOl Of Eternity
the circle unbrOken heavens family what Of lOve can a man lOve mOre than Only One but let me putt this O tO yOu anOther way
a part Of everything neither ying Or yang the mOvie seen the mOvie scene hOOded saints a wOrshipping a cave sexless beings wOmen mixed up with men but Only praying near a stone slab an alter representing gOd abOve tOO pOOr to light a candle nO incense nOr crOss hiding frOm those rOman sOldiers death is certain nOw fOr Jesus name is hated all Over rOme O what have we dOne to anger gOd he sent his sOn his death has frightened everyOne the ApOstles insisting that we are all saved and sO we stand here hidden frOm the daylight and we pray tO Jesus waiting fOr his returning tO this Earth where life is gOne
O christians everyone

Seven Horses of the Sun

Seven Horses of the Sun

Horses of Helios

Chapter One

`As the guard moved silently on the treads around the stalls of the Sun God eye went swiftly dragging my lame foot into the first chariot where the seven horses stood waiting for Helios

quickly eye took the reins and shouted in a fair imitation of his  voice at first nothing happened then the lead horse jumped upp and they all began to fly away those ample wings of gold seemed impossible to fly they sped upp into the Roman sky

we leveled off and flew the horses assumed eye was Helios and they followed his course around the sun as iff he was here but it was only me suddenly a panic below us  were the ships of Ra the EgYptian god was circling the  sky pretending to be Helios

would the horses obey me now

they responded only to the voice of Helios

eye could not fail eye had studied him completely day after day hidden outside the stalls listening to the inflection of the broken God

for he was the son of Zeus lame just like me his left side almost gone he held the reins of the lead horse only in his twisted left hand just as eye held them now

moving swiftly down eye called to the Horse in Greek  the others followed only him they sensed a  victory complete the egYptian  vessels dived to escape my wrath this erstwhile Roman intent on making the Sky only mine

Pharos and Ra would never rule the Roman Sky

Hera had sent me to stop them and stop them eye was just above the first ship of Ra it dove to escape the heat from the Golden wings of Helios

Pharos twisted out of sight thinking eye was Helios but only  Android eye called softly now to the Horse Pegasus and the other horses followed him as we began to rise in the Roman Sky

bring to mind your intelligence imagination now ewe should see the horses shining below and above the chariot makes Helios look like the orb of the Sun seen in every Nation in the daytime

10 am and all is as it should be

MOnday NPM 30 2012 APRIL gone

MOnday NPM 30 2012 APRIL gone

fortunes of the war
a remake of SHANE
the western movie
written once
but lost no search will Google this upp
Boss Shane was a hard man his wife the best looking thing in town the cowhands all exceeded the city limits just to get near the side road to get a glimpse of her when she comes out of her cabin they hope it is not raining the CharlaX poet drew his six gun waiting in the sun for Boss Shane to come on down the road he took a slug into his thigh like all the better western movies did to make the women cry and then he shot the old cowhand to win the woman of his dreams again the dragonfly spy found me today eye told him to tell you its ok now eye will be fine when eye can eat eye will be much better now the time has come for all the days of April to be done because the first day was not right belonging to fools and devils the month will have another flower poem at the end call it April 31 again. The danger past it passed like wind the time is mine again each day like a dropp of rain all adding upp to final wetness. SHANE

MOnday NPM 30 2012 APRIL gone

MOnday NPM 30 2012 APRIL gone

MOnday NPM 30 2012 APRIL gone
fortunes of the war
a remake of SHANE
the western movie
written once
but lost no search will Google this upp
Boss Shane was a hard man his wife the best looking thing in town the cowhands all exceeded the city limits just to get near the side road to get a glimpse of her when she comes out of her cabin they hope it is not raining the CharlaX poet drew his six gun waiting in the sun for Boss Shane to come on down the road he took a slug into his thigh like all the better western movies did to make the women cry and then he shot the old cowhand to win the woman of his dreams again the dragonfly spy found me today eye told him to tell you its ok now eye will be fine when eye can eat eye will be much better now the time has come for all the days of April to be done because the first day was not right belonging to fools and devils the month will have another flower poem at the end call it April 31 again. The danger past it passed like wind the time is mine again each day like a dropp of rain all adding upp to final wetness. SHANE

Eightteen April Days

EIghtteen April Days

Eightteen April Days

INn the shadow of the Alamo

and inN the shadow of the Cross of Jesus

with Davy Crockett

eye am not a tall man as men go walking eye move slow eye take the limp away by constant moving on the go eye look so normal to the most of them but the man with the walky talky and the blue shirt on did not like the way eye was dressed eye do not like the way you are dressed is how he said this to me and it has somewhat let me down the Texan walks in town and must protect his Citizens but not from clowns who dress the homelessness eye have a reason for each item eye putt on my wollie cap it helps me see when sun is sweating me it keeps my head from over heat and lets me breathe while the extra shirt absorbs the sweat upon my back and all the rest of things work much the same to keep me dry or cooling off to a much needed level as eye walk past the Alamo where Crockett is enshrined the Alabaster IMage smiling down at me is Buckskinned IMagry the bas relief like some sort of Ancient Egyptian god this American who gave his life for me stands out though shorter then Colenal Travis he is taller there to me and so am eye as eye walk beside the Alamo we three seem to agree Jesus Davy Crockett and me. Even in my Alter ego old homeless felt real proud of this Texas Statesman who counted himself dead for Freedom. He may have shook the hand of the Governor of Texas perhaps other state Senators. Iff its true that Jesus Judges mens deeds and thinks its good to die to sacrifice a life to save other lives it might just be possible that to give ones life as a Hero to defend freedom is good enought for a Just GOD who still cares about everything and nothing loses his attention. It is straining my beliefs to accept this as the truth there must be more to the Alamo then what the Spaniards are still telling us and it certainly means even more today then there odd tourist attraction. Eye felt the Spirit of Davy Crockett on the streets of San Antonio and eye feel a little better now under the Cross of Jesus in Texas Eightteen April Days

April Page Thirteen April Page Thirteen

April Page Thirteen

April Page Thirteen

Fryday April 13 2012 is stuck open in between the rock and the hard place abandoned by most people will not arise out of the bed they pulled the patrol cars to the church to arrest the homeless once again there is too many people on the street the undercover cops should have worn yellow shirts but the blue ones on the huge men stand out they are not really hiding they like to patrol incognito they move in the homeless areas you can form an opinion of people from the way they sleep on the steppes of the religion the church is a target every night some of them try to live in the doorway causing problems to the white light just seems to drawn them out they come no one apologizes yet they curse at everyone some of them still drunk now disorderly the drunk talked ess to me he did not try to avoid me he even tried to provoke me but he left when he noticed eye was not amused eye got angry almost to the point of fighting him then he left and eye walked around profiling on the street at my age not a good thing to do but no one was angry at me and so eye found the drunk belly upside down on the sidewalk he had fallen very hardly upon the concrete he was beaten up malt liquor did its job sleuthing eye seen how it must have been a hard hit leg into the curb the twisting around to land on the back the man was down but not really hurt eye left him alone he should have been arrested. The idea of jail instead of hospital needed to be implemented. NOthing worse then a worthless conversion. The constant over use of Alcoholic drink will pollute the man his speech is slurred and filled with curse words he would fight but age prevents this his worthless legs hold up the sorry that he is and then they lose the fight in the real world movie the wife is always angry at the husband and the girlfriend just sits there saying nothing she is smiling batting those eyes coquettishly as the older woman never smiles then as soon as the wife leaves the man kisses the girlfriend the wife goes off to the bar to get loaded or to find sex on her own this is nearly every movie that eye own poetry does not have halve half to fit in the box the rules form forms fit those who do the rules they from lines of generations in the strident past of time the poetry is collected but the poor poetry is neglected one thing all these poets had in common they were educated and perhaps rich to become famous they must do the million dollar expectations of the Queens during thirteen ropes upon the hanging tree thirteen knots in thirteen lassos thirteen highwaymen for jesus thirteen ghosts for thirteen reasons one man was not guilty which one my mother told me to pick this one so eye pick THIS ONE me not you are guilty you are guilty of the Truth of April Page Thirteen

SIX APRIL POEMS

The Demon and Webster

A classic remake

this poem is not real life it is taken from the android brain of the person typing this poem is not to be considered or to be abused this poem is to be taken internally read or preused take this poem to your brain and chew

Webster was surprised when the Demon materialized there was the smell of ozone and a quick blue flash and the smell of gas the slick almost web like hair was jet black the Demon sat down before Webster could react he took a Cigar out and it lit all by itself and then the Demon smiled and he said Webster the Devil is too busy to talk to you today so SHE sent ME. Daniel had to smile. So what is it going to be this time eye have won every battle with the She Devil she never wins she never will my life is mine. The Demon kept looking outside as iff someone was supposed to arrive. This was making Webster nervous. The idea is this people think they have the right to make noise dood is dood spelled backwords whenever and wherever they wish to talk to someone there is not any rules made to prevent this HOWEVER other people who try to make noise such as WIFI without headphones are told to MUTE you must MUTE they tell them to be quiet. This is misinterpretation of the rights of all the citizens. VERY nice Daniel said the Demon but the IDEA is this the laminated crediit cards are indeed making noise but they do not care iff it is bothering some other person it is there bananna it is there nickle in the phone so to speak and there is no real way to prevent this they cannot go about wearing a bubble on the head to stop the noise. You need POWER to break the signal so they stop abusing the rights of other people you need real POWER to reach out and ZAP advantageous form of ID so it wont work. HERE and with that the Demon reached over to Webster and flashed a blue ARC over to the corner it was waiting like a real power just waiting for Daniel to reach out and take it. WAIT. The She Devil wants your soul. IN return you get the POWER photobucket is no unlimited forever. Is it a Deal ??? Daniel WEbster hated NOISE especially stupid idiot boxes sold seperately conversations when he was in a Public Place it would be so COOL to ZAP them turn them off and keep them that way. He Hesitated after all it was his SOUL in the bargain for thee DEAL was good the deal was fun but today the deal was not to be done. POWER Webster smiled. Is the soul of a mere person really contained inside his harddrive. It is still an external device not the 666 we have all been promised the end of the Mayan Calender is next weekend  on EASTER would be a good time for all of us to GO HOME Webster scratched his head and smiled tell that She Devil NO was all he said the Demon left in a cloud of blue smoke Webster frowned down at the carpet there was a 666 burned with radiation then he smiled PROOF of the after life perhaps the cleaning lady would come now. END OF STORY END OF STORY END OF STORY SIX APRIL POEMS 

Davinci Art School

Davinci Art School

Fourteen students each one imitating the teacher was Davinci they went one after the other brushing stroking fondling the canvas easiley smilng at the easel eye was hidden from the curtain but my android boots were clearly visible no one noticed so intent on painting eye counted seven children then eye paused one was a girl she was in charge invert a bowl over her head she looked like the other lads a tad poling the brush she was the best eye ever seen at art working the brush in a mobius strip Davinci had eyes only for the little girl the boys were all so jealous of her each one had a differant color on his thumb driving the brush each in his turning the paint and smiling on the canvas the whole painting was smiling at the people in the room the seven little boys were dwarfing the old man was leering at the girl the painting taking more then seven weeks just to complete would possibly make them all mad