Thursday, December 17, 2009

FalseArressttTwo

FalseArressttTwo
poem
The man dropped his keys it was so bizarely cold. He had tried to clip them on his belt but missed and did not know them keys were gone. His car flashing lights at noone he supposed. He held up the Crowbar stiffly in thin leather gloving not meant for the Subzero weather that we all get in Colorado. He attacked the ICE that was building around his Storefronted back door. His car stopped flashing the lights missing him HE turned to see what was wrong in time to see three punks had found the KEYS just laying there were three of them now Joyriding away all his life was in that Car HE screamed and someone came too late too stop the car berserk away. GONE. MY CAR IS GONE? the policeman was nice but the man wept tears of stone turning water into ice as they fell upon his doorway. You are under arresstt when the policeman saw the Crowbar and what he was doing to the ice looked like Illegal entry. Visit day is Tuesday.

Monday, December 14, 2009

you

you
poem
you gave me back my self esteam you poured your heart to give my love and cured my lonesome feeling bad you bought me out of poverty when I was strangley missing funding. you gave me warmth on the coldest day in the bottom of my well. you cheered me to avail. you aced the net you scored the goal you tossed the bomb that won mye game of life is nearly better only one thing does remain to get that kiss you promised me someday. why do they charge funds to go to seminary school I will not pay for religious learning I must be free to learn the true teaching of the LORD. He had Judas carry his purse FOR him. He slept outside no room at the Inn. He wore beggars clothing one seamless robe over and over each day as white as sheep can get. Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy. I would eat ivey too wouldnt you. Iff I was a poor Jesus Freak you. My friend on facebook told me my poems is too short ones I should add two or even three of them together to make long ones I shuddered and then thought long and harder. Perhaps its so that he can read them better or easier not a bad idea iff all of my poems reached out end to end I reached the MOON long ago im heading out for the Universe; you.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

CometoRea,Joe

CometoRea,Joe
poem
Many people have speech impediments this is not a condemnation or a commendation of them. SOme people say R for T. It can be frustrating in a syntaxed. Now they want more laws to kill more people Tea time is Rea Rime, joe. Say it aint so. It was below zero last nite in my shelter i let the candles go out and i covered myself with the sleeping bags out the doorway then is not an option and neither can I let anyone inn. Effectively I have died to be with Jesus. At midnight is when I die inside and in the mourning when the light breaks is when I arise back into a bizzaro world of lies. We have DarjatTtling in a black pot. Come ru Rea now Joe. They want a new law in Uganda to snitch the prisoners out and kill the homosexuals in there beds in there beds what does that make them what does that make them Judge not lest you be Adjudged. Judge not lest you be Adjudged. No one has a right to such a free world to such a peace seaking world to make such a horrendus law killing the innocent blood for when you snitch someone for allowing a touch you may indeed be killing a Christian opposed to fighting you off of them opposed to a fight of any kind. It does not meant that they are gay or even happy to be there with you. And iff you drag a Jesus out of cells to die then you have angered GOD beyond what you can hide. Come ru Rea bring your own POT joe. CometoRea,Joe.

Monday, December 7, 2009

escapegoat

escapegoat
poem
e mail e business e sheep e goats. the beginning of eternity. e is mentioned in the Bible as adam and e. e end e entirely e entitled to the e entendre. e for effability. e for efface. e for extra extra e all about it. e for the eman race. the ending for time and space. e is for everything everyone everybody e is for e. e escalates e for elevates e for erelates. the start of earth. where would we be enow where would we be without lov. e. e is the e in the sublime. e is in the message twice. e is the lining in the cloud of silvEr. exclamation pointe. e is in later on e is in after while e is in see you when see you then see you knoe the answer is just e. e list. electrode e. encite e. e travel e rail e train e boat e craft e car. e travels e raile e traine e boate e crafte e care. e cares for you at all. e is plurality the e in lavae in coronae in the men aurae they exude a smell refrain is e return is e rework reword rewarded. e is there in hello the worlde. e is in ell. every word that has ell in it has e inside it already ell. e is in red haire. e is barely there in love in chates them little boxes in emails. you knoe the ones i mean them chates boxes. love and clean. E is inside my heart. the second letter in the balcony. AHHA you got me. Its the letter A. it is in quite and quietly. e is french. e in foreign. e in legion e was too young to get in Army. e is that e in friendly thats hard to place we say freindly a lot. finallite affiliate. e is not good humor. e is not in laugh. e is sad as sade as saddled on the rim with snow dripping from the brim of pomade hair. e is always there.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

MOneyBane

MOneyBane
poem
Christmas is not an option now I am enrolled at Fort Lewis Collage as a Homeless student they want to mince the words but the bottom line is money honey. I cannot afford the housing the books the classes i have no plastic Jesus to credit card the needed cafeteria to eat the molasses that they feed us the door is always open only when its time has come today. THe INstructor met me at the door WHAT do you do for Christmas She said. NOTHING said I am homeless i dew not dew a Christmas time. Why do you wear so many clothes three hats and gloves whats up with that the smell must be in there from all of that sweat down there oh god i cant stand that. And you think that Santa Clause is not the real GOD and MOney you simply have to spend money to live. Its 666. We do not have the Curriculum to teach a poet here no there is no money in this world for dreams and real happiness we want Death and Destruction as a ruling force of courses made for Devils who can pay. MOney is the bane of every free man a poet is a nonexistant person like a homeless they even live in tents and some of them on houses but they wont make it in this world for very much longer for the lower case god will soon come and deliver us from thinkers from lovers and from scumbag writers a real writer is a DOctor a Lawyer or an INdian Chief with a Casino and lots and lots of money. They have three car Garages with the Limosine as the prefrence to MOtor all over Heck and Half of Georgia. WHy do you think that Samuel Clemens was not a REAL version of Tom Sawyer. When he got on that Riverboat Ramp it was as a paying customer not a RIver Rat Tramp on a steamer trunk carrying a bale of negro hay. Those Cigars he wore were not inexpansive they must cost more today a Trademark for a poet who quits smoking is not a real man anyway. No drinking either why what can you possibly write about religion sex and music ? and Love. MOney is the homeless bane. We who have it cant seem to get enought. Soon you who dont use it eat it up will just cease to be existant the memory of you who live as free will fade away. MOneyBane.