Late

Late


Bad rap other culture other idea not Negro but Red mon on a Saturday today upping the thinking to include wondering not helping making plan of missing ride and moving shelter to the side. It was like this it went like this it came to me like this he walked his hard old walk and neared the bus stop he came to tell me news of some bad kind but nothing neared my heart of it except his incarcerated lady friend eye of course eye did eye felt so bad for that and all eye said is THIS IS A BAD PLACE yes. For that. The Negro came to me from the other side to warn me of the possibility that no bus was forthcoming near me that mabe it was just this Saturday ride that was missing me and so they both walked on. But it gave me the desire to write this song. The Indian had TEN and wanted THIRTY more. The NEGRO had no song. He was the nicer one. He helped me to decide to walk then find my other ride. The Indian felt sorry that no one buys. His stringged beads aside he was taking a loss they were worth much more than TEN but then he must take what he can THESE BEADS THESE BEADS THESE BEADS he said are worth ONEHUNDREAD each string was strung by hand by the lady friend this last part eye surmised not said but strongly was implied. SO you want to be a poetry poet writer. It’s not that hard to write a story why do you want to make them rhyme with special inflections and misspellings it makes the real people whine. Why a poet anyway all the good ones are dead. SO eye walked two long city blocks in the wind but no rain and it was nicer than L.A. is today. Late.

MSentity

MSentity


He just does not understand the limits in the boxes of the programs he responds a certain way according to the Texas sizing system that’s always bigger is the better way. We make them rather large out here in Dallas land. A Ten gallon Hat is covering a carapace head of small dimensions and beady little eyes too close together myoptic and pretended. His FULL SCREEN computer has a keyboard the size of his piano. He slams each letter on the screen one after the other like a drunk prize fighter. When he tried to make a picture in the Windows paint program he types the numbers in the little boxes way to high for the programmed paint to assimilate and then he sends his emails out of hotmail to complain to Billy Gates at MSN he tells them over and over again they just can’t do what he wants done as he pulls the drinks out of his Gallon and a half flagon of Cheaper Whiskey and he cries real long tears both twice the size of normal men. They flagged his hotmail account many years ago and all his email falls out somewhere in the snow over Wyoming. They monitor the impact to test the new devices in the hotmail invoices it says Yeah for Texas. He does not smoke but he is so preoccupied his ears burn a little bit on each side. He gets so drunk that when he walks he wonders why the ground don’t shake why don’t them mountains fall. His check is cashed each month in an automated stall he signs his money at the liqueur store. A queue is formed in the middle of the day near his tailor where they make his hats. They wonder how he keeps his lid on. They said he has fourteen wool caps of differing velocity to make the necessary spacing to fit the Ten Gallon Hat so he can wear it out. Have you ever asked a drunk to explain his life. He says to all of us like this "eye am a six gun toting hat wearing side winding long legged arm twistering long winding Ten Gallon Hat wearer." Belching like a air sieve he says "eye am a MSN entity.

VJDAY

VJDAY

Eye begin to ponder weak and weary in my alter ego as eye decided to make a poem on this my veteran day intended to relay the fact that they the enemy mine were veterans and people too. What does that have to do with America you ask me this it means a lot to ewe. IN Germany In 1918, on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day in the eleventh month, the world rejoiced and celebrated. After four years of bitter war, the Allied powers a signed a cease-fire agreement (an armistice) with Germany at Rethondes, France on November 11, 1918, bringing World War I to a close. The "war to end all wars" was over. This free poet was enjoined at a time of the Vietnam Conflict and eye missed COMBAT there by two months of time the President Nixon signed the Peace Agreement to end the Troops movement just before eye was scheduled to end my basic training. Eye used to joke that GOD my JESUS had ended the war so eye did not have to be there.
This is the day we honor the missing in action. In my country they fly planes over the Unknown Soldiers Tomb. Thanzkx you fly boys eye always say that’s me in there. Eye am the unknown soldier. On May 8, Churchill and US President Harry S Truman declared V-E Day, Victory in Europe. Cheering throngs packed Piccadilly Circus and Times Square. When pictures of poor people come to my attention eye remember those of Mother Russians holding up potatoes calling attention to the fact that they make some homemade vodka they should build a home fire cook them with the jacket on its cold. A little dry humour ewe no wait that is dehydrated. While in Europe, millions of soldiers, freed slave laborers, and refugees felt relief but did not cheer. All they wanted to do was to go home. Millions of others looked to rebuild their shattered communities. Everywhere DPs (displaced persons - refugees) looked forward the long journey home. Others faced an uncertain future in prison camps or in forced migrations. Eye am more akin to the displaced person than a veteran in my heart eye did my service time apart from duty served in any war zone a Christian Soldier wanting home. My mother died and her Death certificate bought my freedom as a hardship discharge. Eye am technically a Veteran because eye served yet hated and displaced by my fellow countrymen because they can choose whom they disgrace. Mother GOD and APPLE PIE, eye have no great regrets at life. Eye learned the art of war only to leave it far behind and freedom find. At the conclusion of the Vietnam War, on April 30, 1975, the city came under the control of the Vietnam People's Army. In the U.S. this event is commonly called the "Fall of Saigon," while the communist Socialist Republic of Vietnam call it the "Liberation of Saigon." In 1976, upon the establishment of the unified communist Socialist Republic of Vietnam, the city of Saigon (including Cholon), the province of Gia Ðịnh and 2 suburban districts of two other nearby provinces were combined to create Hồ Chí Minh City in honour of the late communist leader Hồ Chí Minh. The former name Saigon is still widely used by many Vietnamese, especially in informal contexts. Generally, the term Saigon refers only to the urban districts of Hồ Chí Minh City. The word "Saigon" can also be found on shop signs all over the country, even in Hanoi. The Fall of America it was the only War he ever really lost. Eye am overcome by emotions and can’t continue this poem its Veterans Day 2008 try to have a good day tomorrow everyone.

Crashed

Crashed


Everyday another Headline Everyday another occidental death an accident of Major purportions ending in the total erase of a whole small group of people. How can you embrace the societical reasoning that makes it okay to fly without your wings. When eye read that a plane crash came in the night and no one survived it makes me think and want to write because most people left alive they curse the Lord above the God that made them without wings they even say that GOD is not on our side. 247 people were on that 747 when it crashed they died. SO this poem is now borne to try to even out the hatred for the GOD, but not to justify HIM for he can smash anything like Aeroplanes and go on being GOD but wait. Eye do not accept the fact that he was smashing anything. Imagine this. A GOD of love looks down from Heaven to the Earth and sees a plane start to falter and to fall he sends his Angel to the plane to search each heart among them all. Did anyone aboard the plane cry out to GOD or live for him while still alive did they say JESUS namme. Did anyone say do not let me die. Did anyone say give to us a Miracle now? Or do they sit in fear and cry and ignore the LORD that can save them in fear they scream and holler loud we are just all going to die? Iff you were GOD and saw this bunch of quiet love would you level off the plane and make it start to land without the needed parts. Or iff your anger ruled the day would you take your Giant GOD hand and smash it anyway just to get it over with and bring all those souls back home to Heaven where they live. Perhaps the fact that tickets paid with mammon and the numbers on the seats came out to equal 666. But do not presume to judge a loving caring GOD by your mistakes. They take out insurance but when it’s all been hashed and rehashed then no one is paid no one can benefit by such gigantic losses. Would you even want to go inside a house to find a Mother there berift because her Johnny died? Only to see her turn on some loud party music and begin to dance and sway and say Johnny was a good boy he died on that big Jet Airliner and left us lots of money? So now we drink and party. Or to find the Father angry still shaking his fist at heaven as so many of you do. Why oh GOD oh LORD did you let that plane crash? With my Johnny still inside. A movie on the late night show from Disney depicted a crash better than eye can make one up go see the movie. A heart as hard as mine was moved to tears the way the heroe moved among the dead ones there. His hands clinched and bunched with the nothing that he could do. Perhaps if fares were free and no one paid the money for a seat perhaps if prayers were offered up before each flight and people wept for Jesus baby life. Perhaps then there would be fewer crashes in the airplane nights. This Authour will not fly or board with boarding pass no place needs me to visit without wings the cold cold vista of a crash.

The Clickerer

The Clickerer


NO matter the instructions he does not read them anyway he sits on public display and clicks the mouse it clicks he can not hear it anyway, but only feels the results with senses no one noes or cares to have. They sit and smile at him and say perhaps he really feels the clicks it seems that way some sort of spider sense they say and then they go away back to classes or a nook upstairs. They got a picture of him once outside when he began to actually defecate they turned the camera off and barfed they ralfed for almost thirty minutes each but cut it off so they could go upstairs and back to sleep. They tried to show the film to Art Instructor but the man reached up and turned it off of the projector he said go burn this this is not a film for Art Instructor. He gets the game typed in and this is how he remembers how to do this. He types G for GOD an A for all the times he won he types a M for Mother who still loves him sweet. He types the E for everyone to see him Clickerer. He feels the eyes but cannot see the faces and yet he noes just who it is that braces him and it unnerves him to have them there so near to all his loves. He noes just how to space the mouse to get in too the box he noes just where to start his clicks he moves the mouse in a arch of widening moves and gets them all he clicks and walls of Jericho fall he moves the mouse again and rives the water falls cascades and rivers moving on the page he makes the game to seem like real live life and then he makes the game to be the life inside. He taps his way to terminal with cane and sites away for several days he plays no one can stay his hand or call him bored he gives his sight to the Lord and plays his game. They asked him once if he could see with limited sight he said a tree not men not night he can see a white white light in the middle of the screen he fights with Bolden Knights a white horse stallion and a frog. He makes the frog win every time. When the GAME is over all the Knights have warts. A blind man bluff in a Dell. A Blind leading only himself and no one else threw a looking glass mage to the Game in the Dell.

The Manuscripted Student

The Manuscripted Student


He was a practicing Buddhist and he was a Christian Agnostic and he refused to use a free lieberry computor his instructor was a intellectual Mon and he sent him to the Principles office to make him understand that he was going to use the computor so that he would understand the class and knowledge therein. The Principle had to ask him three times to tell him his namme. The third time his voice broke on a high note and he was actually getting angry. John PWorthy your family sent you to this Universecity to get a good education so you can go home and run the pig farm why do you refuse to use the computor in the lieberry? It cannot hurt you at all or do you any harm we want you to be able to keep up with the all the classes that we have. He chanted a mantra one word after the other over and over mark it is coming mark it is coming mark it is coming. Some people thought that the mark of the beast was money itself some people thought that the mark of the beast was the social security card that everyone must have some people still believe that the image of the beast is the computor screen but the same people said this about the television screen and the movie screen. During a priority there is old men watching pornography pretending they are doing it with all the young woman there is people who are not students at all that’s just watch television one brain dead program after another one there is people whose only function stems from mp3’s they play musick into self one more song after one more album gone. The soul of the unbeliever is sucked into the computor when he fries his natural brain with nudity. His life extends to only one more hour of the beating of the wings upon the clock the work of man is death the work of GOD is stolen by the hours of pornography they look at more then they can use or need or fill the heart too many times it cannot breed the changes but the money in my pocket does not feed the alcoholic youth or latent hobo of my actual in truth use and you will never catch the manuscripted student in a study hall or booth inside a Wii of any size importance not withstanding he is reading a real book from nook found on the Fifth floor central look. A self-important manuscripted youth. A Student of this life.

Delivered

Delivered



Remember the homey made ice cream at home when they pulled the stobber that turned out of the center of the frozen mess and let yew lick it it was the best remember the raw potatoe that yew ate when mother was slow about supper that day remember the taste of the pies at the work place the cherries and blueberries remember the first time yew had to find something to eat when no ones around how you tried not to advertise the fact that yew scrounge the sacks from the lunches the kids on the buses left filled all mye wanting a day at a time bananas and peanut butter sandwiches so nice but sometimes eye worried that the little boys and girls were not eating there stuffins and it made me cry. Oh lovely LORD eye am so happy to have this but why do they toss it away. Eye would rather go empty secure in the knowledges that each little boy and girl have food today. Stores of Grocerys deliver me from need they have lots of things that can’t be sold in the market place there is pieces of old fruits hammered cans dented beyond believe. There is the fast food places when they are closed eye am a Dempsey dumpster diver first and foremost some places leave the sandwiches still wrapped in the packages sometimes the boxes just like it is sold at the window the fries is usually in a sack all by themselves and they are usually not that very much too old that they can get. Last nite eye was so hungry when eye left that eye was eating leftovers near the park trays of food that people toss from the cars when they park. Garbage. Refuse. Trash. Homeless. No matter how yew say it there is no other way to report it eye call it the excess the pieces left over from the Diciples fish and bread supper. Eye call it mye gather. Eye use it for supper. Deliver me from Death and yew have done it Deliver me from the elements and eye have a roof overhang at the Church down the street. Deliver me from false proclamations such as the End of Time is coming on the Fourth of November Tomorrow is the End of the World. GO now and stand on the street corner with a placard that says Jesus is coming tomorrow for certain deranged a nut ewe aer not balanced in the Word not learned in the scriptures. He MAY do so he may come TODAY for that matter. But you may never knoe the time for only the Father of GOD knoes the day and hour that his SON will return to this World he has made. This is from the http://hbpub.vo.llnwd.net/o16/excerpts/9780374334673EX.pdf Rex Zero and The End Of The World. Then I notice the old man. The old man with the sign.
It’s the summer of 1962 and there is a man in the park
with a sign that says the end of the world is coming. He even
THE END OF THE WORLD
knows the date—October 23. Except he has trouble with his
b’s and d’s, so the sign says OCTODER. The words and numbers
are printed in black ink on bright yellow bristol board
stapled to a stick. In even bigger words printed in red ink the
sign says, PREPARE TO MEET THY GOB. This man was an exception to the crazxy law s they make in this country to allow folks there rights.
No Bible-believing Christian will claim to know, let alone predict, the end of the world. The teachings of Christ on the subject are very clear. He said only God the Father knows. Eye stand at foot of cross and pray deliver me today and then eye pause oh yes eye see you did that already for me you died upon a tree. Only God can save a world with the shedding of HIS blood. Only God deliver me and yes eye live eye breathe and thank thee for now eye see how eye am delivered and it comforts me.