Wolves bane enters the area then stops the red phone in front of the Glass no notice given to him no hurry from the people in the room the time they seem given to be doing is the gloom they sense victory the thrill of agony of others they sense my own defeat the looking Glass is looking back to my reflection full of grief for eye loved Elizabeth Taylor. But she never knoe it she did never knoe eye was ever on this Earth. Now eye am Victoria’s secret in her garden yes eye did. The Nurse looked so surprised that eye was homeless she took me by surprise when she asked me what eye needed she must have been going to work eye was lucky now. The person behind the phone entrance never moved once. The intern on the computor finally looked up annoyed. We do not help the homeless here he told me gleefully iff you try to sit here overnight Security will come to get you out. The Nurse was nicer but the result the same thing you knoe she was telling me we used to let homeless people sit in here but they trashed out the place. The Security Guard outside told me no we do not help homeless people here but we send them somewhere else. SO eye almost ran Way the hurry off to get Way to go back to my poor blanket's to my survival on the street. Eye picked up one old sock eye found on the sidewalk there the evidence of others of my kind seeking shelter from the freezing cold. But finding none. To the Emergency Hospital entrances. PPS eye had been sent there from the friend who assured me they were taking people inn to keep the poor people on the street from freezing it seems the poor joke to play on such the person eye feel so helpless when eye trust someone only to go then find its nothing of the kind for certain its the letdown.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Gestalt
Gestalt

Wolves bane enters the area then stops the red phone in front of the Glass no notice given to him no hurry from the people in the room the time they seem given to be doing is the gloom they sense victory the thrill of agony of others they sense my own defeat the looking Glass is looking back to my reflection full of grief for eye loved Elizabeth Taylor. But she never knoe it she did never knoe eye was ever on this Earth. Now eye am Victoria’s secret in her garden yes eye did. The Nurse looked so surprised that eye was homeless she took me by surprise when she asked me what eye needed she must have been going to work eye was lucky now. The person behind the phone entrance never moved once. The intern on the computor finally looked up annoyed. We do not help the homeless here he told me gleefully iff you try to sit here overnight Security will come to get you out. The Nurse was nicer but the result the same thing you knoe she was telling me we used to let homeless people sit in here but they trashed out the place. The Security Guard outside told me no we do not help homeless people here but we send them somewhere else. SO eye almost ran Way the hurry off to get Way to go back to my poor blanket's to my survival on the street. Eye picked up one old sock eye found on the sidewalk there the evidence of others of my kind seeking shelter from the freezing cold. But finding none. To the Emergency Hospital entrances. PPS eye had been sent there from the friend who assured me they were taking people inn to keep the poor people on the street from freezing it seems the poor joke to play on such the person eye feel so helpless when eye trust someone only to go then find its nothing of the kind for certain its the letdown.
Wolves bane enters the area then stops the red phone in front of the Glass no notice given to him no hurry from the people in the room the time they seem given to be doing is the gloom they sense victory the thrill of agony of others they sense my own defeat the looking Glass is looking back to my reflection full of grief for eye loved Elizabeth Taylor. But she never knoe it she did never knoe eye was ever on this Earth. Now eye am Victoria’s secret in her garden yes eye did. The Nurse looked so surprised that eye was homeless she took me by surprise when she asked me what eye needed she must have been going to work eye was lucky now. The person behind the phone entrance never moved once. The intern on the computor finally looked up annoyed. We do not help the homeless here he told me gleefully iff you try to sit here overnight Security will come to get you out. The Nurse was nicer but the result the same thing you knoe she was telling me we used to let homeless people sit in here but they trashed out the place. The Security Guard outside told me no we do not help homeless people here but we send them somewhere else. SO eye almost ran Way the hurry off to get Way to go back to my poor blanket's to my survival on the street. Eye picked up one old sock eye found on the sidewalk there the evidence of others of my kind seeking shelter from the freezing cold. But finding none. To the Emergency Hospital entrances. PPS eye had been sent there from the friend who assured me they were taking people inn to keep the poor people on the street from freezing it seems the poor joke to play on such the person eye feel so helpless when eye trust someone only to go then find its nothing of the kind for certain its the letdown.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
redrosey
redrosey

The ParoDay of Valentines
eye am Cupid but eye runned out of arrows no
this is not the worst Day I've had but its close
where is my love
why is she gone missing
there is only one more Day
then Valentine's will come closer
she must have found out most
of things eye been doing in love
she seen the girlfriend
but no
she does not have time to smurf
she gets only the few minutes
then she wastes them all on me
its good to be so Cupid
in love with two or three
The ParoDay of Valentines
eye am Cupid but eye runned out of arrows no
this is not the worst Day I've had but its close
where is my love
why is she gone missing
there is only one more Day
then Valentine's will come closer
she must have found out most
of things eye been doing in love
she seen the girlfriend
but no
she does not have time to smurf
she gets only the few minutes
then she wastes them all on me
its good to be so Cupid
in love with two or three
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Timetrius
Timetrius

somewhere there is one sock there is several left gloves there is one sordid mess there is bags full of things left outside then stolen there is lost manuscripts there is fourteen rusty nails there is scraps of paper stuck inside empty pockets full of hope there is orts there is the Apple peeling core the Banana Boat the rubber chicken no one keeps the enzyme in the yogurt the cook who spoils the broth the gum shoe the Valentine's from childhood you remember them the little Candy hearts that still Say I love U the napkins with those phone numbers from the bars and girls left over lollypops long playing records heroin needles one silver spoon the spoon would have been mine but never did eye ever keep them love oh Happy Valentine's
Sensorship

Why censorship does not work OR why does everyone still use censorship to scare us. You do not judge correctly when you see the rule being broken when you decide to burn the user for doing something wrong you still refuse to see the good that he has done. You do not see my websites the poems total over 2004 the many good things for my readers the many good things for my love. You only sensed the final victory is won the wrong will be exonerated after all is said then done. Freedom is the God Given write to pursue happiness over conventional wisdom over others ideas of right or wrong stepping in your own excrement iff need be to be free of the injustices of some few in charge of scowled society. Fly in the face of the rule when the rule is wrong. Be free to write poetry. This is the last Golden Poet making Harmony in love.
somewhere there is one sock there is several left gloves there is one sordid mess there is bags full of things left outside then stolen there is lost manuscripts there is fourteen rusty nails there is scraps of paper stuck inside empty pockets full of hope there is orts there is the Apple peeling core the Banana Boat the rubber chicken no one keeps the enzyme in the yogurt the cook who spoils the broth the gum shoe the Valentine's from childhood you remember them the little Candy hearts that still Say I love U the napkins with those phone numbers from the bars and girls left over lollypops long playing records heroin needles one silver spoon the spoon would have been mine but never did eye ever keep them love oh Happy Valentine's
Sensorship
Why censorship does not work OR why does everyone still use censorship to scare us. You do not judge correctly when you see the rule being broken when you decide to burn the user for doing something wrong you still refuse to see the good that he has done. You do not see my websites the poems total over 2004 the many good things for my readers the many good things for my love. You only sensed the final victory is won the wrong will be exonerated after all is said then done. Freedom is the God Given write to pursue happiness over conventional wisdom over others ideas of right or wrong stepping in your own excrement iff need be to be free of the injustices of some few in charge of scowled society. Fly in the face of the rule when the rule is wrong. Be free to write poetry. This is the last Golden Poet making Harmony in love.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Adsparoday
Adsparoday

Adsparoday
Zappersunlimited.com introduces the whirlyfritzerglomeratialsilverplater toilet bowl with Atomics flusher for use with our pipelines in use only available in this country. Not for sale in China. We use the cobalt blue radiation it will not harm your pets but because you seem larger then your dogs or cats it might make all your hair fall out. The green light works it is never red iff it is not on your Wall is missing the unit is lying in the Yard. We specialize in waste management however we understand you people abuse your toys. There is no money going out of this office for refunds. The Chinese Govt declared WAR with England iff we try to email them with these destructive toilets. They told us money goes only one Way into China from sale of plastics toys sold in America. Here is the email from them to us.
chineseornateoranges.com tozappersunlimited@Yahoo.com
we will buy nothing from you the money is not the problem we got rich in America from the GeyeJoe dolls. We stir fry more eggs then you got chickens. Yes sir. We did this. We wrote this we sent this. We still walk on stilts when there is too many of us in the village square. Ring tring TAvvy. Ring tring trong tringeroo. Blogniferous Manitoulin.
環 TAvvy特林。圈的tringeroo特林。 Blogniferous馬尼圖林。
ed.note.ed this is your Adsparoday.
Adsparoday
Zappersunlimited.com introduces the whirlyfritzerglomeratialsilverplater toilet bowl with Atomics flusher for use with our pipelines in use only available in this country. Not for sale in China. We use the cobalt blue radiation it will not harm your pets but because you seem larger then your dogs or cats it might make all your hair fall out. The green light works it is never red iff it is not on your Wall is missing the unit is lying in the Yard. We specialize in waste management however we understand you people abuse your toys. There is no money going out of this office for refunds. The Chinese Govt declared WAR with England iff we try to email them with these destructive toilets. They told us money goes only one Way into China from sale of plastics toys sold in America. Here is the email from them to us.
chineseornateoranges.com tozappersunlimited@Yahoo.com
we will buy nothing from you the money is not the problem we got rich in America from the GeyeJoe dolls. We stir fry more eggs then you got chickens. Yes sir. We did this. We wrote this we sent this. We still walk on stilts when there is too many of us in the village square. Ring tring TAvvy. Ring tring trong tringeroo. Blogniferous Manitoulin.
環 TAvvy特林。圈的tringeroo特林。 Blogniferous馬尼圖林。
ed.note.ed this is your Adsparoday.
Monday, January 17, 2011
OldHomeless
OldHomeless
Monday Jan 17 MLKJ Day

OldHomeless
The newspapers were flying in the wind coming around the corner he stooped over to get each Page before they left flying he stuffed them into his box he had the overhang from the Church eave to keep the rain off no one else in this City is dry but me no frost to catch no water to mop under me the boys were only four of them on boards they skated ne'er the old Man then they started to walk the boards then started skating again he told them “”sound is like the hurricane”” they startled him they even snarled to him “”we do not have to be nice to You old Man.”” Old homeless wept. How rude the children in the City are today. The papers kept coming so he went to the corner to see who did it is it she is there flipping them into the wind the wind is sucking them into the corner where he is sitting. Nice job says the old Man. She is peeling the papers from the stack of twenty high. The push Cart hidden so the COPS will not steal it or even see it they would make her take it back to the store the trip is twenty miles in snow in this City. He patted her hands then kissed her cheek she loved him they could not sleep in the same box but not even on the same street. But he would dive around the corner iff she needed help tonight for saving her is why he stayed there now. The love in some old men sleeps deep in the heart of the old homeless where no one sees. “”Whistle louder iff you need me.”” She grinned the homeless grin. It splashed across her face looking like diamonds to him. Eye hope they both Wake upp tomorrow. IN the City where no one cares.
Monday Jan 17 MLKJ Day
OldHomeless
The newspapers were flying in the wind coming around the corner he stooped over to get each Page before they left flying he stuffed them into his box he had the overhang from the Church eave to keep the rain off no one else in this City is dry but me no frost to catch no water to mop under me the boys were only four of them on boards they skated ne'er the old Man then they started to walk the boards then started skating again he told them “”sound is like the hurricane”” they startled him they even snarled to him “”we do not have to be nice to You old Man.”” Old homeless wept. How rude the children in the City are today. The papers kept coming so he went to the corner to see who did it is it she is there flipping them into the wind the wind is sucking them into the corner where he is sitting. Nice job says the old Man. She is peeling the papers from the stack of twenty high. The push Cart hidden so the COPS will not steal it or even see it they would make her take it back to the store the trip is twenty miles in snow in this City. He patted her hands then kissed her cheek she loved him they could not sleep in the same box but not even on the same street. But he would dive around the corner iff she needed help tonight for saving her is why he stayed there now. The love in some old men sleeps deep in the heart of the old homeless where no one sees. “”Whistle louder iff you need me.”” She grinned the homeless grin. It splashed across her face looking like diamonds to him. Eye hope they both Wake upp tomorrow. IN the City where no one cares.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
The ShootOR Too
The ShootOR Too

Okay did they find the ShootOR yet this hobo complied with the UNMPD HE cried when he put his pack off his back with the duffle into storage more freedom gone. He keeps his pour porridge his Rather large Pudding sack with all of his blankets intact. He entered his hot spot to sit just until the coffee shop comes open to get views of the ShootOR or just evidense of his demise for the system houses plenty gun Happy Mesabi beating the bushes then searching the sunrise. The work crew is Early also they did not stop to talk to me very unfriendlier now perhaps embarrassed to be the reason eye will not leave my gear outside there building now eye sit me down when it is only four thirty in my morning time. The Bycicle dude shook his fist to me but not at me he was shaking his fist out to the whole world what has happened to my City eye would not lock my Byke to the rack anywhere on this street there is nothing but thieves here now there used to be nice people here before the ShootOR came. Even iff eye had the lock with me eye would choose to keep it here under me to ride the transit the byke goes on the bus with me to keep moving is the only answer. Perhaps the path to GOD becomes more visible to us eye hope they find the ShootOR soon so they will stop looking to the rest of us in the frustration. Meanwhile the street people come then go on the Bus Stop taking the newspapers with them to work to read the words of the Devils printed then sold for coins. This poem was penned inside the Frontier Restaurant on Central in Albuquerque by Charlax on 5:30 AM Thursday one Man got off the bus incognito in mufti the soldier walks. Looking on the street for the ShootOR. People still watch television they even talk about the shows while having breakfast while eating toast. Remember this item it is part of the Establishments procedure to downplay the Media presentation of the ShootOR. They do this to prevent the panic of the students. This is eye signing off.
Okay did they find the ShootOR yet this hobo complied with the UNMPD HE cried when he put his pack off his back with the duffle into storage more freedom gone. He keeps his pour porridge his Rather large Pudding sack with all of his blankets intact. He entered his hot spot to sit just until the coffee shop comes open to get views of the ShootOR or just evidense of his demise for the system houses plenty gun Happy Mesabi beating the bushes then searching the sunrise. The work crew is Early also they did not stop to talk to me very unfriendlier now perhaps embarrassed to be the reason eye will not leave my gear outside there building now eye sit me down when it is only four thirty in my morning time. The Bycicle dude shook his fist to me but not at me he was shaking his fist out to the whole world what has happened to my City eye would not lock my Byke to the rack anywhere on this street there is nothing but thieves here now there used to be nice people here before the ShootOR came. Even iff eye had the lock with me eye would choose to keep it here under me to ride the transit the byke goes on the bus with me to keep moving is the only answer. Perhaps the path to GOD becomes more visible to us eye hope they find the ShootOR soon so they will stop looking to the rest of us in the frustration. Meanwhile the street people come then go on the Bus Stop taking the newspapers with them to work to read the words of the Devils printed then sold for coins. This poem was penned inside the Frontier Restaurant on Central in Albuquerque by Charlax on 5:30 AM Thursday one Man got off the bus incognito in mufti the soldier walks. Looking on the street for the ShootOR. People still watch television they even talk about the shows while having breakfast while eating toast. Remember this item it is part of the Establishments procedure to downplay the Media presentation of the ShootOR. They do this to prevent the panic of the students. This is eye signing off.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
OBIT
OBIT

FIVEChristianPoems
Automated Coin Operated Vending Company this division of the Whirlyfritzerglomeratialsilverplater Corporation is one of the first companies we did open when we started this Company. President Whirly was talking to his new vice president about the new year coming up. AUCOVend. This was before the intergnet. We did copiers even printers before there were computors dont you remember seeing them in offices long before anyone did the dot com thing. One Day we decided to print the letters for the machines this company did lots of things CAR washes even letter heads for companies. We did everything we could back then to make money quickly. Lets get to the bottom of this quickly. Here is what happened. The printers printed Place Automated Coins here the Advertisers glued them suckers on to never come back off. The very first customer drove off in disgust. The customer for us tried to stop him he could not get him to stop but when he got there was there this note. “Eye the customer of you will be the Christian now for five long years eye go to Christian Church then tithe my ten percent. Eye do not believe my eyes. Eye got no Automatic coins. Eye suppose next you will tell me to choose from the dropp down menu. Eye will not be back. It must have been the Blessed Saint Charlax.
OBIT
Birth
LIFE
Death
Afterlife
no more sorrow
but most importantly
no more need for the greed
FIVEChristianPoems
Automated Coin Operated Vending Company this division of the Whirlyfritzerglomeratialsilverplater Corporation is one of the first companies we did open when we started this Company. President Whirly was talking to his new vice president about the new year coming up. AUCOVend. This was before the intergnet. We did copiers even printers before there were computors dont you remember seeing them in offices long before anyone did the dot com thing. One Day we decided to print the letters for the machines this company did lots of things CAR washes even letter heads for companies. We did everything we could back then to make money quickly. Lets get to the bottom of this quickly. Here is what happened. The printers printed Place Automated Coins here the Advertisers glued them suckers on to never come back off. The very first customer drove off in disgust. The customer for us tried to stop him he could not get him to stop but when he got there was there this note. “Eye the customer of you will be the Christian now for five long years eye go to Christian Church then tithe my ten percent. Eye do not believe my eyes. Eye got no Automatic coins. Eye suppose next you will tell me to choose from the dropp down menu. Eye will not be back. It must have been the Blessed Saint Charlax.
OBIT
Birth
LIFE
Death
Afterlife
no more sorrow
but most importantly
no more need for the greed
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