Saturday, April 30, 2016

Day30ComplationNPMpoempoetry

Day30ComplationNPMpoempoetry

First poem ever written was homeless needing address to get mail has been a problem every chinch charlax has fallen past the crack into the non persona the Animal farm and the 1984 is still the year we lost our freedom all the dead of war all the veterans died in vain for there is no freedom left it is not the way to deny religion and persecute my name you lost religion and so you became the people we were fighting are now in charge of killing all the christians that they find in hiding all the children of the unwashed unsaved poor among them only home owning gas guzzling money pouring into banks the dollars adding up in hoarding Nazi wearing badges shooting guns in charge of freedom unaware of changes being done every word has every written recorded into the head of the proverbial pin where ten thousand angels dance upon the poetry and they laugh down at what the poets wrote they smote the killers with revenge with hope and with the rhymes they made us hope a better world without the war and words of wind they bind the life upon the tree and they crucify me when they kill my poetry when they insist on money as the god no shirts upon the feet of poor needing bread in the lines of poverty we find bare feet the need to eat and the pitiful suffering of our religion no one will refuse to die when murder is the ruler of mankind take all the time and drop it in the ocean brine the number not my name the six six six the coming bane profane as charlax writes a compilation what will rhyme with poetry not MY NAME as eye still type upon the crinkled page as flowers fade as flowers fade into my name
Day30CompilationNPMpoempoetry

Friday, April 29, 2016

Day29churchrealestate

Day29churchrealestate

Non stop they talked they sell houses and they are a preacher and his son
They fill in the blanks with cuss wordings and stuff

The people they talk about may attend the church services and they are fluff
They have more money then King Midas ever saw
They all get on the hush hush dont use my name keep this quiet kind of thing
We will tape the Services this sunday to get more sheep to buy our houses this does not compute for me it was too much
Charlax is still sick at heart from hearing this guff
Pros and cons and they dont want gangsters living close to the fire stations they will shoot them up and get the law involved
He said DO not tell anyone about this meeting
And HE SAID I only ever tell them YOUR NAME
And He Said NO dont tell them nothing this time
Leave me out of it
And He said WHY
And he said Keep this on the HUSH HUSH
Making money on the nail torn hands of Jesus is enough to get my goat riled up enough is enough and it sort of proves me right about real estate is a bad business and what about CHURCH
Steeple people sheeple when a PRIEST makes a fortune kicking people out of condominiums what will the really poor people do
A tenting a tenting a camping eye go
To the rich eye cant relate
Day20churchrealestate

Day28HalfMoonNPM

Day28HalfMoonNPM

Charlax toons
The moon is only half empty and the moon is half full in the night it shines the light is on bright it is a reflective light from the sun and it works against the moon and bounces off for us to see all everyone can see the moon at sky at night and when the real sun screams from the morning light in the sky at the moon it turns white and gives less light until sometime in the day it sets away and the sky is the sunlight in other words is is the moon at night and the moon at day at bay time it goes away just before the dawn the ocean swells up and puffs the waves make harder noise they crash and billow and the wind blows them choppy seas is the tide from the moon it pulls the water from the Ocean to the sand the beach they reach out but eye escape to write to rhyme the words you see the moon is what you see the moon is gone but only hidden from the sun at night the sun will set and the moon will come and shine but only Half a moon the other half is mine
Charlax writes upon the moon
Day28HalfMoonNPM
Charlax toons

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Day27APRILNPMcharlaxwrites

Day27APRILNPMcharlaxwrites

Sounds alike
In the state of OHIO lives the poetry they keep the Stationery for the Transpolitical convention center  it is still ever located near Cleveland the first poem ever written is on the wall near the LARGE baseball atrophy it hangs sadly surfacing only for large events chalk lines on the floor written in freemason clues to the Idental recordings of the Popularace the poem simply said ROsey is Red and Violet is still Blue we make these lines for YOU simple yet very effaces whatever works these days are being untold. Look to the right as you enter and you will find the yarn that held the first cross stitch on the very first baseball ever used out in the Allez OOp the  first  gang of HOODIES wearing poets recantered all the lines to read this is CLeveland leave my area up for grabbing flys hit them with the bat and catch the balls someday we will wear knitting caps of wool upon the feet and colored sox.
Levy said it best in poems from his chest he loved the city gave it rest from all   its poverty he made it blessed and called it poor and needy Cleveland in his versus of the problems is the best rhymes and resonating reasons to be poeting a poet lives inside a fight
Day27APRILNPMcharlaxwrites

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Day26ParodayofEDU

Day26ParodayofEDU

CharlaX for NPMU
Upon the wall the clock tocks time is taken to mean hurry mark it up make it wrong get nervous and lose those marbles why cant johnny make a good grade the papers asked as question was just one word on the paper the question is this WHY is giant bold letters and Johnny writes an essay to explain WHY he writes a four thousand word essay and the time runs out before he is done and he turns in the essay and he gets an EFF and F on his paper and when he asks the Teacher WHY she tells him the ANSWER to the WHY is just BECUASE you should have written down a one word answer you should have written down BECAUSE and he begins a life of treatment for his problems now are mental he begins a life of crime he drinks and drugs and falls into the cracks on the sidewalk he is filthy in his clothes he stands out and he is invisible but he steals his needs is money and he gets it from the houses when no one is at home he robs the rich to get his drinks and drugs and the cops drive past him and the ignore him thinking he is homeless and the boy will soon die from all this poison in his body and his mind because the teacher printed WHY in great big letters asked a question and made poor little JOHNNY cry.
CharlaX for NPMU
Day26parodayofEDU

Monday, April 25, 2016

Day 25 MONDAY BLUE

Day 25 MONDAY BLUE

NPME charlax new
Science Fiction
ed,note.ed everyone remembers COOL HAND LUKE (PAUL NEWMAN)
The Prison Garden
The Warden was mopping his bigg fatt neck so redd on a MOnday day of blue he stared right at you but ignored the illegal working in the garden was piled behind the gas tanks of the tractors close to the wall it grew the vegetables never went into the Prison Kitchen and everyone knew the Warden was making a profit but they kept on working and this was a little freedom behind the walls of boredom the tunnel under the last row was kept in readiness for the mad dash to the highway they were almost ready only one half mile to go they carried all the dirt back up and hid it in the rows of carrots peas and beans they grow the Wardens money as he watches he narrows his eyes as he mopped his perspiration and watched you as you hoed the weeds fell under management and grew back in the clumps of dirt carried upwards from the tunnel to the road the Warden was the last to ever suspect you he never even guessed there might be a tunnel growing near the wall the hoer unaware the warden was the watcher almost gave away the show he was about to enter the mouth of the tunnel was open and very near when a shout near the Warden alerted him in time and he turned back to his hoe in time to see the Warden get his money from the garden trucker the driver always paid in cash for every time he comes he takes the garden carrots peas and beans and sells them in the town the highway comes quite near the fence is close to the Prison wall they plan on leaving soon each man for himself to find the barns upon the way to each mans home. The Warden packs the money in a wallet made of pig pork skin and then he walks away to eat his lunch time is on the side of the hoer and he sings a prison song
Hoe away Hoe away let me make a way
A mad dash to freedom comes
Someday
Day 25 MONDAY BLUE
NPME charlax new

Sunday, April 24, 2016

Day 24 APRIL is more

Day 24 APRIL is more

Charlax writes for NPM he pens
ODE  TO PRINCE
and/or Happy Birthday Shakespeare
The BARD was livid they think me gay he sayd methinks thats wrong perhaps tis my use of snuff the feathered pen and the ruffled shirt cuffs the flourish as eye dab my pen quill in the ink pott and the way the hand falls open to the left of the page perhaps they think me gay like PRINCE upon the stage HE sings his songs softly and musically and it is pleasing to the gays and perhaps he is a Christian just like me Shakespeare is set free all the young lads upon the actors guilded stage reminds the Ladies to make fun of me they think me gay
"Sometimes it snows in April. Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad. Sometimes I wish life was never ending and all good things, they say, never last."
Prince was not a pauper on a string or shelf he lived his life as fast as Shakespeare on the cuff he DIPPED his stuff no one is even sure just what he was a MAN a musician and a person thats enought for me to be set free of all the lies they publish about me CharlaX is a poet on APril they will knoe it THE SOUND of Shakespeare's Plays is found in the Music of the PRINCE
Magic can be softly rhyming music and the action of the players on the all the worlds a stage and we are sad when someone leaves it at such an early age today at Stratford on Avon they fly the English Flag at half mast and mourn the Passing of Prince upon the stage the curtains are drawn and dark the world has suffered harm outside it sings the Lark HARK mark down April is the month of late winter come it SNOWS
Day 24 APRIL is more