Secret

Secret

Its a Secret but strained beyond understanding she is keeping me too far a distance in time. Limits of patience has worn out thin dime holes in shoe leather cigar butts in coffee stubbed whiskey added to my cokes by accident I am living as a Secret Fly. Outside in the cold distance the wind begins to howl wait this sounds like a song lyrices. You cannot reason with an animal you must simply tell it the way it is and MAKE him understand it because he has no understanding in his brain of law or other peoples rights. NO matter how difficult it may seem at first they do respond to fear. Every day into the winter adds peril for the house becomes god shelter must be there from the elements but is this no differant now from an animas burrow. I killed several differant people not with guns or knives but with my nasty oily tounged arrogaunt words a Soldier yes he is in the fields killing fences with Swords while a Poet CharlAX fends with Words meant too Offend none but only Heirarchy at the IvorY in the TOwers of Babble On. Its a sorry Bloddy Secret.

SecretTooLife

SecretTooLife

There is proff that there is a secrete hidden meaning too life that everyone searches for the tripp tool the artifice the trapp door the looking glass. This singular finale~ all seeing all knowing secular decision which fact that circumvents the actual reality and the real purpose of GOD. I have also said there is proff, show me your proff you say, I will show you a HAT. A hat with a Company Logo found it in a trash bag. This Hat was also containing a broken part of pottery something a child might make in a kiln at a camping spree. Evidence that child was also a living Group Member. OR rather I wold say a Company Member. Sufficeth to say the evidence is overwhelming convincing concisley to the point without fault or error. The child was not alone in this endevour. NOW. The SecretTooLife is too love. With a bun in the oven from GOD up above. We must change what is written of love. How too often we hurt the one that we love. The Secret too life is too love.

DurangoRainbow

DurangoRainbow

The rainbow missed DUrango it went to either side the south the north the ridge to hide. Candorella was still staying dry inside his shelter when the rain penetrated just one corner to the side. He lost a shoe out in the rain a pain the inset was to be set inside the boot the insert gone to wetness mute it just wont do not dry enought for just one Candorella slipper is in use. The Pot of Golden things they use in Ireland is still there the Leprechaun not hiding on the hillside of DUrango there within reach is the rainbow edge it missed the city proper green and golden chards lay near the tree line is a passing cloud obscuring the top of a ridge has come off it looks like a painting the clouds with the small section of fading dirty part of this City is toppled and moving there up there where the sky is still falling the rain now mixed with hail stones ave nuevo let the snow come now while I can stay dry at home near the end of the Rainbow has come. Faith that the snow will not blind me is pampered with Glasses saved Hidden like sun weildy better day visions. For soon I will need it when white out will come to this City I attend to mark time as a surrealist reaching for Rainbows end. Seeing the way to the Highway again. Perhaps the Rainbow is lighting the Cuspidoors at the ends of the bars down on Main near the Olde Irish Embassy Pub? They still watch Football or Soccar on the cable downstairs every Sunday Mourn. While I must Abstain I no longer refrain added others misery my own is enought just belly up bar stooled and get you a Pint or even Two have you the time its okay just follow the end of that DUrango Rainbow any olde Octember day.

Physcoschematic

Physcoschematic

Cold
never botheres me
early
Its only after I get warmed up
early
I notice the temperature on the bank sign
early
I start to freak out and get real nerves
early
I get colder when now I knoe how cold it early is
it has to be physcoschematic.

poet

poet

My life flashed in front of me momentarily blinding me a large word it was just one it said simply "poet". Not a wordsmith like the rest of you oh no a simple wordsman a left over talisman near death. A homeless soldier in the field of life. Unless Kerouac was a poet. EE.Cummings was a poet. SOme even say that Shakespeare was a poet call him bard making plays that rhymed. Rudyard Kipling was a poet although to me he will remain Author in his stead. Charlottes web was not poetry and yet E.B White wrote all them books but poetry I tried to look and no it just seems not. I was never really there inside when I was growing up and so the fact of facing another near death collison with the end of time soon coming is not scaring me at all as iff I was just a Kohut in the snow. name: A namme (rare: 1 in 100000 families; popularity rank in the U.S.: #17702) I am blue. Not yet turning blue. I wanted to make the classic that everyone would always love and fondly remember perhaps the word of CharlaX seems so wrong I made a lot of stones. A lot of poems some of them so very very adolescent like my mind. When time ends for me no one will see no one will even care an execution in the dark of night. We cannot let a poet live. We cannot let a Jesus Freak upon the Earth. We want a real person with a number on his head or in his hand. This poet is so sad. This poet was your friend. poet.

CameraAction

CameraAction

I took the thing and placed in my back pocket a red case which contained a camera a pocket full of someone elses dreams. NO big deal as I am not a thief. They searched for me upon the street. They found me at the trolley stopped. I blanched and then came clean. Yes I took the thing. The man was nice an off duty Sherriff from a place they fry old men like me. I left it home was all I said I will return it now today was SUnday so I went back home and then back to town I wanted shed of this red case camera on the rebound. I kept the batteries and the little plastic thing was empty I placed a penny there for luck and put the camera back inside the red case with the strap they had there on it. TheBrother of the woman on the back of the Sherriffs motorcycle was standing waiting at the store when I arrived before I left to go back home to retrieve the camera there. He was bad, but not repulsive. He tried to grab the red case away from me. I kept it. I said I was in contact with the woman and the man so he called them on the cell phone. Off he went the thing was already taken care of. Off I went walking back to forth from town twice is better than arrest and truthfully the camera can be found for much less than $100 even digital. Must be the film was so important to them people I had to promise them a camera found. Mabe its the film with pictures of illicit sex with Husband Wife and Brother dear. Frankly I got a good look at all of them. She is fine but I cant see what He can see in him. Perhaps twas SHE who eld the camera??? OH gay CameraAction!

RunesTao

RunesTao

Purple memories taken out and dried
like tendrils from a brain
synapse lapses into refrain.
Unfair, Unfair, is life.
To be saddled like a riding crop
with problems others have
the tao.
Nothing bad ever happens
to them wicked people.
They take large bites of life
and never pay the tao.
Yet the end is not yet seen
we have not been inbetween
the rock and the hard place
yet.
Perhaps the final burning
makes them enter into RUNES
and howl with no sound
while we can live with
JESUS in eternity.
Tao.