Bee Itch

Bee Itch

Ess Hit me just now I was thinking of jealousy. The poor little man zerathruda in the ashes i have sackcloth for embellishemeant. I was wishing I could read ALOUD to all my facebook friends my poetry to make all the misspellings occur with regularity and you could here the way I mean the poem to bleed. There is only one thing certain before the final curtain they said Death and Taxes is certain. I say this as CharlaX the poet please remember that a fool tells everyone all over the world that he IS a fool. This is wisdom talking so listen. One thing will happen either it will get Better and they will change some things so that they WORK correct OR eithor they will not change nothin and make everything worse by making things not work correction is needed now NOW NOW in eubilation. YOU ba LAY shun.
IN Less then 10 years there will not be a free internet anywhere no COmputors available to any but paid for homeowners or PAID cafes for laptops. The Lieberry is almost extinct as an option for free people. He posts a zillion likes and has a thousand friends because his is bigger than mine (his computor at home) what did you think eye meant. In all the movies they stop after its over and have a ciggarette and then a shower. Message search is that middle button that rolls it scrolls up and it scrolls down it moves the page so you can find a message since the search boxes never work. Jealous is the wrong word animousity animosity is what is bother me. ANN a moss e tee. You must refresh the page three times in a row to see a new view or to get the place to go. (LINKS) show up only after the third refreshmeants. Make mine Coca Cola. More News at Eleven. THe snow is falling now all winter long i will just try to survive in the house that Faith in GOD has bought me time to write the prose that people love. Come back time after time and scratch my Bee Itch.

SOngFesteyeville

SOngFesteyeville

There is a house in New Orleans
When i was 15 years old i could play the organ solo
They call the Rising Sun
we did not knoe what a whore house was
back then we were too young
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
i had a farfisa organ once they repossesed it
cause i could not make the payments
And God I know I'm one
the only one the tailors son

My mother was a tailor
momma had a Singer sewing Machine
i drove her crazy and made her too nervous
every time she used it
She sewed my new bluejeans
yeah yeah yeah
My father was a gamblin' man
actually he was so tight he dropped a quarter once
and stepped on my little hand when i tried to pick it up
Down in New Orleans
I went there BEFORE the HUrricane and once after
I saw the damaged houses

Now the only thing a gambler needs
besides a bottle of drunk
Is a suitcase and trunk
we carryed the arkansas back packs
And the only time he's satisfied
satiaeted and full of hot dogs
Is when he's on a drunk
many people even the young boys
drank too much way back then

------ organ solo ------

Oh mother tell your children
this still applies today
Not to do what I have done
may GOd FOrbid them
Spend your lives in sin and misery
when I was old enought
i had plenty girlfriends
In the House of the Rising Sun
i always thought it was Japenese
Well, I got one foot on the platform
i walked down highway 95 in the pouring rain
The other foot on the train
always i was alone with my thoughts
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
someday
To wear that ball and chain
when monkeys fly

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
the NEW NEW Orleans after the clean up
They call the Rising Sun
im sure there is one there now
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
most definitely
And God I know I'm one
the only one the tailors son.

WallFloweRLoveR

WallFloweRLoveR

Give to me mye Wallflower girl. She was walking with her friend upon the Pathway Scorned the boys see only those receptively who have beauty of the momentary it takes a man to see a heart apart. Give to me mye loveR who sees me secretley kisses me who kisses me secretely she loves me in her heart. Give to me mye lady Married with a child a VIrgin in her heart she comes to me her Cupid after dark. Give to me the Stay at Home the FLowerAllAlone she does not dance. Her dance card it hangs on the RIbbon of the Bow no nammes listed as her eyes slightly off center focus on the unknown loveR her heart is smoldering her hair is aging gracefully now some GRAY some Brown. Give to me mye Wallflower kept in love her loveR far from home How bright his eyes when thinking of his loveR all his focus on these words of prose she his Rose yay nay more like a Violet all purple prose. Give to me mye one chance at life that I have left the moment that we met the Certain Confusion that signals hearts on fire with love. GOD has placed us aparte at such a distance to keep us from eating each other alive comsuming one another with our love. Give to me mye WallFloweRLoveR scented with lavendor amidst powdored hope. Give to me my Wallflower the one they call the Dancor. Give to me a NativeBorn a Nationality of NobleClan an Indian iff only Blood. Give to m e a Slightly Swaying Tall Tree holding hands then kissing them in Love. Give to me a Purple Power meditating channting making Poetry all her own reflection of a Woman Loved. Give to me a Wallflower Grown up and Dancing life to help her family to live; one more day at one more time. Give to me the Wallflower GIrl the Dancer the Worker the WallFLoweRLoveR. For VIolet Flower Parme.

CharlaXBattMasterman

CharlaXBattMasterman

A Western Paroday
The Bount Hunt
I rode in standing up in them Stirrups riding HellBent For Leather for 43 days and nights I trailed them in straight up. They fought hard among themselves everytime I found another body in the dust I folded up the Wanted Poster that matched that face then I Batt Masterson reached down and pinned it to his left vested interest with an extra Sherriff badge. I have a lot of them. I carry them. To use at work. SUddenly it was only RIngo there in front of me. He turned back fought hard there was bullits ricohetted all around me. When he hit my horse She did not die some slow buzzard bait I shot her myself the COwboy way. The Coward that is RIngo he had a turn and run gun. His holster must be mighty raw from all that poor misuse. Suddenly his horse knickered wait she snickered no wait make that sickered as she was winged Ringo then went flying. She lost him and she plunged. He acted OPossom. I nearly fell for it was sneaky Ringo. He tossed a Blade nearly shaved me by inches it missed me my turn came. I thumbed a bullit but it missed Ringo but he died. I use the cane too much I cannot shoot a gun at all. His hand was on a DiamondBacked Rattlesnaked bit him. Justice comes from GOD and Creatures in the dust meant to be that they get theres in the hand in the end the snake had gotten Ringo there not the Bount Hunt or the Bounty Hunter man, what a story, I the loser there I never did get paid for getting Ringo.

AleinGray

AleinGray

The ALein was a Gray face was wizened like a wizzard looks down upon the City needs a leador. He left his space ship and hopped around the barn. He left his Space in pieces not caring iff the ship was ever servicable again. The ALuminus Alloy they were testing was failing to be workable they may decide to use plain old Tungsten Steel Titianium had gotten too Expensive. He was flying in the Asteroid Belted to his Pilot Light was out turned off no heat no sweat a sheen upon his forehead there his Mother came and felt his head she kissed him and then said its almost Halloween. Again she said its the Doctor on the Phone he said you are not really SICK I said how does HE knoe? He says your just faking it a phoney too stay home inn your bed from School your MOther is not taking it. Tommorrow you go back to School again the Alein to learn the Broken RUles at School again. The Alein Reporting in the Asteroid COllided with the ship again Crash landed on a Giant Planet. Atmospheric crushing the Alloy Craft he had been testing the Aluminum is not strong enought to withstand the pressures of a Planet like Jupitor. His head pulled up slowly from the desk. He looked slyly at the Teachor like the Gray ALein Creature. Mye condition is not treatable my insides have been melted and smashed by the beatings from Brother and his Queer friends. I do not think that I will live to be fourteen again. When they sent me to Study hall for Detention there was no Teachor there at all and SO I just went back home and got back in my Bed again. I am a fourteen year old ALein Gray a HUGE Ferrocious Repititious Halloween THING. Who wants to be a little Green Man from Mars. Eye survived the plane Crash Landing my insides like Cotton Candy melted down reformed the Structual Damage very nearly completed in me. Today a woman stared hard at my Boots like she wanted to hang me upside down and PUCK me like a Chicken Feathered thing. Did eye say PUCK not PLUCK because its almost Halloween again. I am Alein Gray again.

TheENvelope

TheENvelope

The letter was too EMportant so the EMporor wanted no mistakes. He folded back the flap with the sticky side presssed down under the ENvelope the desk was still wet where some small boy had been swiping an old wet rag just before the EMporor ENfolded his ENvelope. He wanted to place the letter into the ENvelope. He pressed down even harder his wisened fingers powerful making the ENvelope stick to the desk even harder it was almost now permenant. Just an occidental fixture sort of sardonicly rivitted. The letter was folded the EMporor glancing sideways advancing the letter inch by slow inch into the ENvelope UNTIL. He twitched one way then he twitched otherwise. The ENvelope was still stuck fast. He was a victum now of happiness at least from the boy who had swiped the wet rag was aghast at the antics unfolding the letter with both hands pulling harder now it finally tore away from the flap was still glued to the desk while the EMporor fell to the floor. The boy hiding face behind hand not able to laugh out loud now at all. Look at the boy in the eyes go up close to see him stare laughter at the ENvelope.

GayBikeOR

GayBikeOR

I am not nammeing nammes or family tied to past life is over but this has got to be let out of me to get me over. When a young man thinks that he is Gay inside and tries to hide it surfaces in the stranges places and experiences. Noun motorcycle, bicycle, wheel, cycle, automotive vehicle, motor vehicle, wheeled vehicle verb bicycle, cycle, pedal, wheel, ride down the wheel mmmissing what is this thing I have grabbed a hold of there is the HIll why is Daddy running and screaming at me to let go INto the street I slow when I realized what the Danger was I dragged the Bike off the tarmac and slammed it into the ditch hopefully forever. The Frame was bent both tires was flattened there was no bar between the space where bar must go it was a GIRLS bike. The Family said you got to ride it iff you want a new boys bike. Went down the hill hard hit the ditch walked back home without the bike gone they said whats wrong I said over and over its a girls bike. It was just an old bike we found laying around the dump. We did not meant for you to be upset or think that you may be GAY. The laughter was the worse part. Jam dont jelly all night roll that rock oclock Jelly dont jam roll that rock alone one more love left dancing on the floor. Sung to the tune. Call this an Organ Interlude. RIde the girls bike was all the Father said until we can get you a real bike a boys bike. It seems he would not be satisfied until eye could never find love inside my heart again. I wanted a bannana seat so I went and stole one they made me take it back I hope they all were happy now. Prison was mentioned. More than Twice. He is a thief he needs to be in Prison. A young boy is influenced at an early age. When I finally got my own place the Apartment every boy craves I placed the bike outside on the porch portico and dismantled it just keeping it there for looking good. Like all good people do that have a place to stay but no further need for the bike at all just back and forth to work to pay. I took an Aluminum Pole and whacked it off to fit the inbetween space on a girls bike and created a boys bike there instead. What fun that was to sit the seat there and pretend. Midnight Orchestrations missing Generation betwixt the Baby Booming Penetrations and the New Generating X. I fell in between the spaces the cracks and Grew up on Stoney Ground. Life faithfully avoided me brain dead and worshipping self aggrandizing gnawing on my home sweet home the bike now forgotten if thought of at all its a BOYS bike now.