LAPTOP

LAPTOP

If they could make a poor laptop wait
If they could make a laptop made just for the poor oh wait
If they could make a generic laptop )TADA( that’s it
If they could hire a homeless person
And give him lots of plastic moulding
And some wires and some screws and lots of time
He could build his better laptop and if he is a Christian
Then he would make it work and plug it in the wall
At the lieberry where he works
The public putor stall the admin victory the filter would not come
The thing would not have any self imposed restrictions
But would actually be free and mothers sons of every nation
And this land
Would have a putor at the fingertips of man
And eye could make my poems bleed again for only fortune smiles on the rich monkey man with the seven hundred dollars that they take out of the bank for the new laptop at Toshiba and they keep the money and they pay for more electricity to power Tokyo some more
And the two halves of my new laptop eye would screw to this my floor
To never need a seldom unused thing again
And eye would make a battery out of tape and some chewing gum and some tinfoil
And power my new laptop with the power of the sun
It would have a solar panel made of glass
And reflect my smile as babay lambe~a gives me caht.
And on the cover where the plastic fits to close
It would say CHARLAX in big purple prose.

Mountain Cat

Mountain Cat


She was sleek and wanting no fur upon her head at all some small tufts upon her ears she sounded loud so soulful in the poignant stillness of the desert wash she cried but not of want her voice was merely warning me to stay inside a blanket given me from GOD. The afforded pleasure of a poor man camping out a coffee and some coke soon lay stilled in cup and all ignored as eye pondered the existence of a large and quiet creature used to killing for her meals on mountain shoals the dearth of water must have brought her to my wash eye hope she made it back up to her home.

ClevelandPoem

ClevelandPoem



The village square has round people the square village has people all around. The lights of the city are sparkling white while the city of lights sparkle. No one walks unsafe not children not hate. On the center side of the corner stone near the Church Street Mission there is a blanket hanging in the hedge placed there for a homeless dredge by people from the village square. People come from the square village just to go to Church there. In Cleveland Park the Zoo carries all the traffic of the city the central hub of wings come just to visit. Children rule the world and Cleveland is now no exception to the Golden rule we love. Eye once lived in a house upon a hill with asphalt as the avenue and cars as means of travelling around. Too bad it was not Cleveland such is life in the big city. It is hard to describe a place one never visits. But vainly eye still try. There must be places near the villages that rival Heaven by and large. http://maps.live.com/localsearch/default.aspx?what=bookstores&where=Cleveland%2c+OH&s_cid=ansPhBkYp01&mkt=en-us&ac=false
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ThePainter

ThePainter

She laughed when she saw his smock he sat very still not daring to look up she took her hand and moved it over his beard and shook his arm. Are you so very shy. Why? She had a sheet draped like a roman robe and she sat very still not yet exposed. She stared hard at her poet. Eye make words of prose not a real painter eye dont knoe how to do you Justice his voice kept falling off she was leaning forward to catch his words very softly he was saying to her eye agreed to try this because eye love you. The portrait makers agree that women are the vainest creature lusting to be immortalized in paint or photography. Here is a camera let me take your pictures. She was like a lover she moved the sheet around he got glimpses of his vouyer heaven he almost dropped the camera. She said slyly come over here and let me kiss you. The paint lay all forgotten the pictures no longer needed. When it was over she lay naked his eyes could not stop gazing you pretty man she just kept saying over and over we no longer need pictures or a painting your love comes from your heart and fills my head with dreams. The way you look at me so loving the way you yearn and want like a school boy lusting in his heart as if you a King and I the very Queen. What do you see in me. ?

pain

pain


pain
a martyr feels no pain when the deed is over and done but until then it misery where is the joy they speak of and yet eye hesitated just now to call you liars once when eye was in the classroom the teacher pole beaned me so bad that eye got up and stood at the chalk board with a chalk piece in my hand eye took the eraser and cleaned the board of all they had and this is what eye putt there when it was over what it said
today has been cancelled and eye signed it GOD liek that they were trying to make a newsprinted paper it was an advertising class she spent the rest of her one hour trying to explain to me what the format was and then she gave me a D for Drawing on the chalk board eye very carefully told her that eye cared not for what they printed a girl came into class read the message on the chalk board and tapped the GOD that was in all capital letters and said OH WELL then and turned and left me there eye was a kidd and eye just grinned real big no one had sex at least not with me they only ate the birthday cake and not sharing it with eye think they were ignoring GOD that day you have no clear idea of sorrow until missing someone you love is gone no message from beyond the pain unnoticed by the listeners of songs not like a broken tooth that keeps on breaking in my heart the pieces kept in various places in my pockets just for luck the pain of the limits of the mind can be the pain of sorrows take me down to the river one day and make love all over me take my pain away to her whom it is given may she see the poet and the poem pain

Shadrack,Meeshack,and Abednego.

Shadrack,Meeshack,and Abednego.

My favorite bible story of all time.
The men were just boys when the KING marched bye.
They did not bend their knees at all.
We can not worship something that can not even talk.
The KING was livid and angry for a while.
Stoke up that furnace and toss them all in.
The fire was so hot that it killed all the men
of the king.
The men in the fire were just walking around
filling the time with the glory they found
three men entered the doorway of that furnace so hot
but four men were seen walking hot.
The fourth man in the fire was no angel of GOD,
but the SON.
Merry Christmas my Jesus eye knoe it was him.
The moral is clear unto me.
Do not beat on the poor man to see.
GOD Jesus will save him and me.
The Power OF GOD is HIS SON.

INterpertation Of A Poem

Make us glad as many days as you have afflicted us,
and as many years as we have seen evil.

Who has not been afflicted is there many that live in luxury
bring them to me that eye may gaze on loving nakedness and lust
oh wondrous days of numbered bread being dead in trespasses and in sins eye turn my eye to win to vanity to gaze at hurried bliss and lasting love

Oh Brave New World

Oh Brave New World

Eye wanted to loive forever new word loive
lOIVE this new word that eye just made up
loive describes me perfectly
A cross between living and love
loive is just what a new age robot should be
Eye am a figment of my own imagination
Living for a future chance at ewe
the love is true so true
A robot can not survive without a reason and a rhyme
the Indian in the book Brave New World was took
When he saw the future of the world
When he got a real good look
He went under bridge
And hanged him for it was time to die.