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Taliisman
Talisman
Fantasy fulfilled in heart is not the best way to start, any jaded beast will tell you he has to sleep it off to go again eye need some rest was it good for you it looks like you have fun. The girl is young her hand slips in. Her moves her love it sends me reaching for your heart. Real love is much more interesting to write. Found a way to send you love the message hidden in every word the clear signal to you there. Living on mostly luck causing myself problems unforeseeable in future visions for every day is not the same day differeant things occurances not meant to happen in the day. Time marches on. Top of old Smoker. Putt out your cigar. Ashes will match the impediments of redneck wanting to be belligerent insisting on a fight. Eye planted poems in the dark of the earth the middle of the generation of the rebirth eye planted them on the web the intergnet beast in hopes of someone to read them. To turn them into songs to sing them. To make plays on Broadway about them. Call the Play Ewe and Eye. Make it a love story for never a dry eye. Who was CharlaX he was a poet he loved you yes he did he really did he loved he lived he left. The Talisman.
Talisman II
Talisman II
There is something there. Just beside the hummingbird its time to credit him with telling me the truth. He was here eye just ignored him for there is nothing sweet near me perhaps my eye has called to him. IN the air not visible to eye or heard or felt the wind blows around the living god has left me there a Talisman. It hovers just away. It is hard to describe a Talisman. It is desire. It is palatable wanting. Perhaps it looks like two cubes conjoined in the center is a square tube as it dances changes colors and it pulses as iff alive it trys to get my attention it blinks there on and off it screams with the light once or twice. Iff eye look up quickly eye can pretend to see the Talisman the sun reflected off a cloud and blinked at me and for one second only eye thought that eye had really seen this Talisman. Purple blue almost orange then red back to purple almost like the top of the Security cars sirens flashing at the lawless as they chase the night this Talisman is changing the way eye notice time. Perhaps its majic has added days to summer and taken winter farther off. The thing is almost three feet away and yet eye can feel its heat like a sorrow from my friend. Look now for your Talisman my friend for eye am sure that eye am not the only one that got one of them Talisman too. There must have been a Talisman for YOU.
Talisman III
Talisman III
The old poet closed the Journal and decided to publish it the next day he placed the folder in his sock drawer then went outside to pray. He wanted the tree across the street where he always prayed. This time he did not make it for a lowrider came out of the cul de sac intent on making the liquor store on the corner. It was almost closing time. The old poet went to heaven. There was an old woman who she stuck all her poems in her closet in her shoes she had several thousand of De Marcos brands. One night she stayed asleep. They gathered them up when she was buried they tossed the shoes into the casket not knoeing the poems were there the old poese took her poetry to heaven. #4030,000,000,000,032 accidental poets never made the more then the first poem for they were so confused and ridiculed. The peers said no way you are not ever gonna be a poet not one word of encouragement they found to give them poets. MIllions of poets never make a poem they give up before the heart wrenching times comes. Like a Bride at a wedding everything perfect and yet she breaks down and crys. YOu are a poet sir when you have some good poems some bad poems some nice poems and some sad poems when you made all them poems that you always wanted them people just to see. They add upp into a list they add upp and they pile upp and they amount. But they are no good without the Talisman to make them come alive to give them clout. A lost girlfriend can cause the poems to be too sad then what can a Talisman do for that. Magic is the key to a Talismans power to unlock the last poem to make it flower. WHen they gather the poetry when they go back and gather all of it upp into a collection all of them poems in this collection all rolled upp into one Giant Poem is the Talisman.
TalismanIV
TalismanIV
Devilemint said Take the talisman to keep. NO. Said the sad poet. But why said Devilemint. It can make you rich to accept and use it. The sad poet kept his sadness. It made his poems sad. He kept his poorness. It made him a poor person. Goodemint said the poet kept his sole. Devilemint tried again he layed naked women at the poets feet they begged. The sad poet paused in his religion and he sinned. Eye am not a real man just a pretender to the grace at hand. The woman you want does not return the love. The one you have loves forever the new girlfriend has your lust inside her. But the talisman layed untouched. Goodemint smiled the poet is so smart he knoes he is forgiven from the start as long as he does worship others not the talisman is cold not hot. Eye crawled into the blazing desert sun the skin soon came too warm the peeling left me needing soft remembrances of love. YOu can have a lover in the night to accept your lawful plight you can have the one who needs you to be mine. YOu can twist and turn away drop the talisman into the sand and walk away. Leave the past and then return keep the Woman you once learned is the only love that lasts. Eye grew a violet in my sand it came up roots and all into my heart the brain is last too knoe the talisman is love. At this saying Devilemint dropped his wings and fell down to his knees defeated as Goodemint took away his Horn. Talisman IV.
Talisman Five
Talisman Five
The Watcher Obverses
A faith observes silence best when it happens. Noise can bring obfuscation. Silence is never completely these days. Eye am missing something as iff it physically left me finally eye concurred. It is the yoke of misery and slavery thats gone from neck below neck and finally above the neck. I sit completely free from from from the things that worry others eye suppose. Eye must presume upon. A homeless wretch should be depressed and yet eye live inside myself is the never ending story of a love. The heat rules the days activities them that must do exercise have the showers afterwards and the places to reside. The murderor should soon get caught they will check the things he carries a finger or a thumb from each victum he places it carefully inside a napkin and hides it in his toilet cases. That must be why he hides upon the street he cant live inside the cafe inside the restaurant they taunt him with the way they clean the floor the mop he hates the mop it comes the mop it makes it hard to stay in place they want to clean the floor he chafes he breaks into his mind and sweats the small stuff he hides another finger in his sweater bag and coughs. That has to be the reason he keeps all those bags with him he even has to stage them he has to drop them and move them back and forth to keep the fingers and the thumbs from falling out he never washes or changes clothes his bandanna is a perfect hat upon his head it glued itself in place of hair there. This detective in me assumes the fingers and the thumbs only because my positronic brain hs overruled my senses once again and common sense will show you he does not keep the larger parts like arms and legs. He simply would not move around at all but stay in place like CharlaX does. It has to be the fingers and the thumbs for they do not spoil some not as fast as the other things that he might have wanted to keep and carry around some larger parts and pieces of his victums. The western duffle called a grip hides many particles of wealth. As this watcher obverses Talisman five.
TalismanSagaSix
TalismanSagaSix
Get ready set go. Say Cheese. Watch the little Birdie. Smile for the camera. Phone. The system is failing to provide resources for the people that exist need food clothing and shelter they think they need money so they must think they need jobs. At a time of War there are no Jobs for real people. All the people who work for money dance a little dance of poverty. They usually drink when off duty. Some of them hang over. They lose priviladges such as drivers liscenses and even house rentals can be locked. Suddenly faced with homelessness these people become rubber tramps going from one place to another in hopes of finding work or at least another place in line at the next mission for food they get in line at the soup kitchen for food they go to the community shelters for food boxed up and canned hamded to the masses. Most Big Cities have long go turned away the travellers come for food find that they have got to have that local ID address. This is on a first come first serve basis. The one in line gets the bread there is none for the one in the back of the line when it runs out before the line ends. This is a rule that they will ignore the truly poor and give it all away to friends. Eye suggest to those individuals who are determined to succeed as homeless to send me an email now before you are there and eye can tell you how to survive in ways beyond the normal charlaxdothiceatyahoodotcom send me an email NOW so when you are homeless you will be prepared to eat. Food comes first on the street. There is usually very little of it and not easy to eat. The best way to eat is to dumpster dive. Eye will explain this more fully when eye recieve your email asking for the explaination the end of the world as we knoe it has already begun it has been years in the making of this death to the ignorant. Most poets waste the time and the anger on the administration and it never helps it never does a thing to improve the situation. Thank You Jesus that eye saw this in time. Eye can at least keep some of you from starving while you look for that non existant job. HINTS. Fast food places are the rule not the exception. Grocerys and large department stores are unfortunatley the last place to dive. When you are faced with the need to get a meal go to your Mcdonalds and Burger Kings these places toss out pre heated hamburgers and things of that food nature. You may be lucky to find such a place near your park bench or tenting area. Eye hope this helps you and like eye said eye after being homeless as a person for Thirty or more years eye can say that eye can survive in any place in time. Just give me a kind manager and an open dumpster. Eye hate Compactors. We will talk about dry cleaning your clothing in the next Talisman poem. This has been CharlaXANdroidOneSeven for TailsmanSagaSix.
TalismanSeven
TalismanSeven
How to wear dry clothing and not do laundry OR my jeans can last another month of days in the summer dirt builds an icon on the clothing meant to last for two more weekends and the eternity of winter will soon come and the awesome power of the cold must be layered out. Jellington. NO reason it must be that city on the horizon the one not yet built under this sun. Like an old mans beard kept in the summer trim but unkempt starting slowly at the sides then marching down the face the lipps covered by the Cherry Chocolate of love. A smeared thumbnail a head shot taken by crop. A profile of a mad poet taken from the invisible GOD who he must always Worship is the key. Degenerate poems degenerate poets come they infiltrated my integrity. Because eye had some access to the poetry before eye ran down in strength like a battery pack that sucks. Eye need no University Decree that eye am in need of some new poetry the talisman is dead the poem died in vane the tail of teh rooster on the wind rowed cock. Latter rungs faintly in the morning light. Pensive advancement as eye slowly now regain. Lattice works. Socks must be kept dry a shirt can be adorned with another shirt and then a Jacket of some kind a Coat over all of that the pants must be on twice. A Hat a scarf some gloves. When one is bothered nightly ones anger keeps one warm. In Jellington at TalismanSeven.
EightTalisman
EightTalisman
five keyed fingers make a music chord a seventh. spread the last finger one more keyed over its not a seventh now an eighth. eye carry pieces of eight from the dead mans chest. eye carry weight of the firmament the sky is light the wind not heavy after all. eye want to win the world the girls laying naked at my feet replete the hounds at bay the horse in the meadow the cow in that corn place. we bought the farm. the army came and bedded down. they brought me a bloodshot poet. a man with an English crown. his ticket his speech his talent his mind his heart given to his family and now to eye. his Friend a hippy she does her thing quite well. he seems to lack the understanding of the hearts that fill his love. they wish him well. they look and marvel at the time he spends to aide. this creature that eye am would march to Cleveland iff and only iff the women there were gay. eye would spend the summer in the gardens there. resplendently at pasture moving only at the appointed times for the open mikes. avoiding the caretakers at night and searching for the mourning light how eye would thrill to hear the Jesus preach to me his poetry no Crisis in my hand no place to Burrow in the night but John will read to me anon. Alas tis not meant to be now the dreaming is now over as eye rise to face the Saturday at last the sun is risen and my heart on guard all night can now relax and listen. one more poem comes to me the eight wondering of talisman as eye reach for the Pulitzer prized by all the rich men mabe this is it mabe this one clinched it MA oh PA eye made it to the end of this my Crown of English Lit. Ohio has EightTalisman.
The Talisman Fourteen
TheTalismanFourteen
Fourteen searching talismen looking for the field of endings. The first talisman is eye. EYe need to find the blood of Jesus eaten by the Ghost of time. A prisoner of the flesh becomes a trapped soul in the archaic simulations. Liberty is concluded in death. The final victory is the release of the spirit to the Creator who gave it. The Earth is rotating in Space in utter darkenness. Yet for one half of a day we see light in the sky from a GIANT CHRYSTAL IMPEDIMENT in the sky. NO of course that is only the sun. Would you have made the world this way how could it be any better is it flawed. Are the leaves on every tree made out of plastic or is that only the drugs you have ingested you mental giant made of meth. The slow burn of Justice is eating your remembrances and no one cares now what you really want to do. When the elements decay the field of grass returns someday. Those of you who read me in hope are never disappointed. Eye knoe the village idiot he is a friend of mine he is in the place of low degree. Eye sit in the village gait with the poetry. EYe do not read eye only recreate. The most important function in this society is the discourse the sharing of ideas and cultures with those who have others the highers and lowers the rich the poor the archane and the masses and the one true friend who eye hope is reading this do you understand the talisman yet eye fear it must go on and be rewritten as it is for several more days the new edition the better explain. The Talisman Fourteen.
