Friday, September 29, 2017

Poem for her 316

Dear Readers,


Slumber

When it is afternoon and we still have to go
When the evening away is running long
When it is morning and we have to go places
When all we want to do is stay at home
But something is up and we have to go out
The thought of just laying back arms on each other
Drifting off to naps and that slumber
Of not having to go anywhere and staying home
We might not sleep all our home time away
But no rush, rush about to do things faster
We like an easy steady pace or slow and steady
Sliding fingers into her belt loops and dancing
Pulling those PJ's over her legs and arms
Off to the chair beside the bed and cuddle with her
Long slumber into the time we have on into the days


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.


Thursday, September 28, 2017

Poem for her 315

Dear Readers,


Shoulders

Of the road where we stopped to look
At wildflowers seen from the car

Of hers there under my fingers
Held there as I move her into
A long dance step
With spin and kiss

Of the path where a photo
Is about to be taken
Of her feet or
Her hands
And something
Interesting
To display with them

Of hers there with hair on them
As I brush her hair out
And then help her
Put it into a braid

Of hers as there I paint
Some solution
To
Lick off

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Poem for her 314

Dear Readers,


Bike Rides,


Up a hill, down a hill, windy roads
We road everywhere, but not at the same time
She is younger than me and grew up over there
I am older than her and grew up over here
But we like a lot of things the same
Thoughts take on pathways we ride or drive
We go lots of places not on bikes but together
Always and Forever together slipping through time
Sliding hands down her sides under edges
She sleeps as the thought of my hands on her
Smiling as the minutes drift off the clock
Falling to the floor soaking into nothing
Sliding hands down her calves touching ankles
Moving fingers over toes to bring them rest
Comfort from the day's travels to and fro
Be she riding a bike, driving a car or just there
Touching her with each mile of the time
We slide over the days of Always and Forever


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Poem for her 313

Dear Readers,



Left side


The hands touched the left calf
Then the thumbs on muscle pulled to ankle
The ankle was held and moved and rubbed
The toes moved and pulled and softened
The toenails were painted by others
These hands are mine, on her ankles
I do touch the right one too
But right now it is the left one
The one that was not done this morning
So as I move my fingers on the bones
And skin as soft as can be and still touch
I make her sigh and she almost sleeps
Then as I move her foot this way and that
Just like this morning, I lick her toes
She wakes but sighs again and again.

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.




Monday, September 25, 2017

Poem for her 312

Dear Readers,


For you I Love

Full of the sound of bird song you are
Full of the bright morning sun
Full of the laughter that greets me
For you are the one that makes my day,
Possible,
Joy filled,
Full of smiles,
Everything,
When I don't get it's fill I wait,
But need you,
Want you,
Desire you,
Breath slowly waiting for you,
Till you turn to me and smile.


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Sunday, September 24, 2017

Poem for her 311

Dear Readers,



When a day is longer than

...you expect it to be
And you can't get online
And You couldn't call her
And you want to just
Just sigh that it is a long day

You can do a few things to shorten it

Every time the breeze blows
...breath in her scent
...smell the color of her hair
...taste the wind of her smile
...hear her giggles

Every time the clock ticks
...think of her hands
...think of her fingers
...think of kissing her ankles
...Thinks of her laughter

Every time the still air hangs
...look at her pictures
...watch the video of her dancing
...think of her with the mint tea in hand
...Write her a love note

Every day long or short She is the first thought


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.


Saturday, September 23, 2017

Poem for her 310

Dear Readers,



When the Planes Fly Over


The city house lives near a small airport
The day is sometimes filled with over flights
Buzzing prop engines like heavy sounds
Over head and fast sound when air shows play
The sights of planes always fun to me
We sometimes sit and watch them over head
But from our back yard porch area and shade
The flowers wave in the breeze and smile
The birds eat the grain we put out
We kiss to the sounds of the seasons
It's not easy to pass up her lips
It is something like breathing
Have to kiss her, have to touch her
The days grow short on light and cooler
But the hours still the same and filled
With many soft kisses and sounds of planes


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Friday, September 22, 2017

Poem for her 309

Dear Readers,


Porch Swings

Sitting on the swing in her black coat
She smiles as I touch her right hand
And kiss her fingers and she sighs
It is cold out but we are still on the porch
This winter it's not yet snowy
But we'd really like to see some white
So we are both in white clothes under our coats
Though I don't have long pants, but shorts on
She is drifting to sleep on my shoulder
We talk about trees and birds and paints
Soon the frosty mornings will fill the weeks
The snow we want to encourage to fall soon
So we can make those first snow angels
The afternoon drifts by as the sun moves west
We kiss as the sun sets behind trees
The evening starts to chill more
We talk about going back inside
Lighting a fire to snuggle by and snooze
The bedroom fireplace glows warm and we sleep


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Thursday, September 21, 2017

Poem for her 308

Dear Readers,


Nibbling


The eyes looked at me across the table
The picnic sat out was one of many
We had had over the years
I was not eating as much as she was
But I was eating her up with my eyes
The very wave of hair
The every glint of sunlight on strand
We would nibble a bite or two
We'd talk or say something about the food
We were almost always trying something new
But every day with her I was nibbling
On her with my eyes
Even when I am not in the same room as she
I can look at her image in my sight
And hunger for the look of her
Yet food is just untouched in front of me
She knows these thoughts we speak of them
She giggles and laughs and sighs
And I am fed once more with each breath
I touch her skin and my hand glides
In slow progress over it's edges and ways
And as we picnic on the spread table
I nibble with eyes on her sighs


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 307

Dear Readers,


Orange Juice,


On the list she said just now
I added it, but we buy it frozen
Fresh Frozen Picked squeezed and frozen
The taste goes best with additives
But I like the little fruits of the trees
We might have been able to grow
Oranges had we been further south
But we have a variety of things
That grown where we are make juice
Filled into glasses and made to drink
Might only be once a year saved for
The Last day of summer, cusp of fall
The day of this poem is this year's date
The end of summer and the day next is Fall
But when you read this it might be just today
The day she smiles, and laughs at the thoughts
She remembers having thought of as the time drifts
The snow of the grass melts in her hand
The parking lot so far away that she smiles
As I take her hand in a kiss
The day she holds laughter near the edge
Of the soft breezes lingering in her hair
The eyes not faded shielded from glare
The meal fresh on her lips as I kiss them
The coffee hot and that to tasted
I mention 194 and then read again to her
Soft sighs of delight and soft dances
Bare foot over the dew filled grasses
Orange blossoms scattered in sprays on table
The scent of her filling my mind
The taste of purple on my touch

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Poem for her 306

Dear Readers,


That Afternoon nap


The morning filled with phone calls
The morning being the time people called
The appointments made for the week
Soft hands shuffled the notes
So many things to do where was the time
Then the soft whistle of the tea pot
The sounds of footsteps and the smells
Grilled cheese like she liked it
Tea that had a full mint chocolate taste
Still Tea but different with that chocolate
He smiled and let her drink some and watched
Her smile was full of sunshine and blue sky eyes
Planning always needs a bit of down time
The plate was empty, the cup with a bit left
The hands moving over the sore aches of life
The hands moving deeper into the efforts
The sighs and happy sounds and rest
Just there as the clock turned one more hour
The day still the scents of flowers and love.
The two of them asleep and the afternoon, evening.


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Poem for her 305

Dear Readers,


Irish Cream

The flavor of the lip balm
The flavor in the coffee mug
The shot to the side of the plate
The chocolate just eaten there
The main dish served hot and fresh
The idea of a bottle on the shelf
The kiss of two on the dance floor
The soft touch on bare ankle
The pull of fingers at the belt loop
The chilled glass of tasty smells
Then the kiss of lips to lips
The flavor that might be minty too
Things mixed and tried later
The chocolate still soft and dripped
Fingers typing the notes of menu
The still air of the porch swing
Drifting with the scents of the day
The sighs made at the thoughts said
Night full of stars and the whisper
Of turquoise silk on the cotton pillow


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Monday, September 18, 2017

Poem for her 304

Dear Readers,


Turquoise,


She wore something in that color today,
Then again I like the color too
So when we go shopping for paints
Or for things that have clothe in them
We add colors to our piles of colors
Both of us being artistically minded
We have a lot of colors we like
But Turquoise was the choice for the day
The item of clothing was just one of many
There is that shirt I wear that goes on her
There is that patterned towel that we like
The Showers being many the towels are many
There is space in the cabinets for things
The floor is clear and the tables empty
The stones of Turquoise mix in with others
Sitting there in the vase for rocks
She is smiling now reading this as I type
She is giggling about something I just said
She is dancing a bit for me to hurry and say


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.


Sunday, September 17, 2017

Poem for her 303

Dear Readers,



Summers in the woods

The summer never seem to end these days
They go on and on into the fall
That is why the Outdoor shower gets a lot of use
That is also why we do most of the cooking
Out in the summer Kitchen under the eaves
Over by the tables on the porch
Where we built a small area that
Has picnic like greenery and places to eat
Sit or just be with the cool breezes
Not always a shaded area but that is why
Trees grow so well and fast
Shade comes from leaves and breezes push
Summer further into fall and the rains
Of fall come and visit and we sit outside
Waiting for the harvest to bloom
Waiting for the time we like several days
To dust the sky with the end of summer


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Saturday, September 16, 2017

Poem for her 302

Dear Readers,


Showers

The drip of water finally stopped
As the last of the Solar Shower emptied
The day was fun filled we had gardened
The morning away and put up a lot
Of plants and veggies and things
The water had heated over the morning
Though some seemed a bit colder than
The outer edges of the Tank filled sunlight
We used a bike system to fill the tank
From the spring water off the hillside
The exercise was rewarded a few hours or days
Later with a nice shower for two
The water draining into the french drain
Then down into the lower garden area
So as to take into play all the funds
Of drips of water where it could be used
We even took a shower inside from time to time
But there the set up was different
Today the shower was outside and nice
She loves showers and I like them too
But she loves them so much more
That I make sure she can have two a day
Whenever she wants one and smile as she does


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Friday, September 15, 2017

Poem for her 301

Dear Readers,


Tin for Two


Caramel cream in a tin
Pop the top off and finger
To lips and then the
Kiss to seal the lip balm on

But sad to see the company stop
The tin of Caramel cream
So we have a few but need
To search the world for more
The Lip Balm for two
As we both want to use it
As we want to kiss the night away

Off to new places to see
The Caramel creams and others
The Tin for two the new and old
The tin for two but is it four
Four lips to gloss over
The kisses go long into the day
Long into the night
Longingly to stay


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Thursday, September 14, 2017

Poem for her 300

Dear Readers,


Need Two Toe


Needed to tell her that those toes
Need to be Kneaded too

So I took out the Lotion of Chocolate
And Mint and the shoes came off

She sat there just getting home from
That job she still has

The shoes would have been off the
Second she stepped in the door

But today the shoes slipped off
And she stepped over to the couch

I handed her the Hot mint tea and
Soothed her nerves to a slow beat

The toes of her left foot wiggled
And her ankle curled inward a bit

She knew the feeling but the smell
Was new as this lotion was made fresh

Today the first trying of it on her toes
They smelled good enough to eat soon

There was a nibble or two to taste the
Mint Chocolate five toe flavor

But within the hour of the kneading
The feet fresh and flavorful she slept

Napping the whole of the afternoon away
So that the Mint Chocolate chip Ice Cream
That waited for her later was a Surprise.


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Poem for her 299

Dear Readers,


Need


Need to Knead the bread dough would
Be the thing I might say right after
The timer went off and I moved toward
The kitchen and lifted the cover off.

Need to Knead the sore muscle of her
Calf there in my hand as I touched
Her left leg as she moved it to my
Lap as I asked her to just now.

Need to Know that She'd Need to Knead
The knees of my old dirty gardening pants
As the knees are just soiled with green
Cut grass and just need a soap Kneading

Need to Know that she would get all
Her kneading needs done just by looking
At me from the garden path and pointing
At her toes and saying I need to tell you.

Those hands of yours kneading on my knees
I have need of and want you to knead the
Back of my calves as I sit here and think
Of what ever I can to relax as you Need me.


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Poem for her 298

Dear Readers,



Birthday times


We don't know but think the snow fell
When we were both born it is one of those
We have to ask our parents and they
Hint at not quite remembering the weather
But it was cold that time of year and
We have that feeling that we were told
Early in our lives that Snow was happening
Well I know the exact time I was born
Due to being born at a Military base
They get exact about things
And for me the Number 52 means a lot
So when the time of the clock read
Ought Ought Five Two I was hip hip hooray
Though it was actually Noon today just
Those numbers as well
She smiled as I told here what I did
And I smiles as she smiled and we had
A bit of long giggle and hugging
And then the Phone call arrived again
Hey there is an issue with this account
Okay let me solve it, and viola that was fixed
But it was harder than it should have been
It seemed they changed their website
And someone said Hey to me a few days ago
And then someone else said Hey and meant Hay
So some strawberries broke the Oysters out of
The shell of their collective groupings
And then there was a crash and a boom and bang
Two count them Two full on weather events
Inside two weeks and things just washed over
All the roads where friends lived in the
Several states that had the wind and rain events
So Birthday times are just odd events people
Share things that happen, even Snow


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles,

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Poem for her 297

Dear Readers,



Ode to

The long evening was wearing down the day
the night was slipping into the sky and we were both
a bit more tired than our list of
possible activities would get done
we slipped slowly out of the living room
only putting the bare minimum away
the light breeze from the screened window open
to night air and sounds was closed slightly
we knew they would be better on more silent mode
we slipped into bed and the sheets
soft and cotton cool to the touch
the night pulling us in and
we cuddled spooned close
we were tonight left side up as it were
then the night dozing as hand
touched small of back and
elbow and hip and
the night
deep


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Saturday, September 09, 2017

Poem for her 296

Dear Readers,


Paint on


the pick up sticks were all over the table
some in this last turn out had fixxled and
landed or rolled to the floor
It was just picked up and placed in the can
he smiled and said to her
well I hope we can get more of these
but this set of 500 should last a while
Might take us a few weeks to get them all
off stacked by the rules

Then the doorbell rang and off to the door
the cat went
then the Big Bad Wolf walked slowly out of
the kitchen where a dinner was
slowly cooling
to be cooked
the people at the door were a bit taken aback
a Wolf did live here after all
yes may I help you
the wolf asked
they said they had
to see
little red riding hood
Please
it was just going to be
one of those days
never finish
dinner
they'd take her
away from him
he let them in
they walked into the kitchen and
gasping they almost screamed
the sight so odd
and out of
out of old round things and tales


She looked up with eyes that
said
on not again
not again someone to
disturb us
just go away
just go away
but she politely asked
Um what you need
they were still a bit
befuddled
What all was going on
the wolf said
Chocolate painting

The guests were shooo'd out the door
Even though it was Lois and Mike
they just needed to give us time
to get this chocolate sauce
right
or practiced on again
and again
and again

Chocolate paint on
ankle socks for them
both
that would be any
part of ankle kissing
or well you use
your imagination
like lick the chocolate off
take warm shower
take a dip and
and
um I best stop here
Wolves are much more private than I am

They howl though
just like me
glad they finally
caught on how to
do it
so easy just
look at your babe
and sing to her a howl


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.

Friday, September 08, 2017

Poem for her 295

Dear Readers,



Crisp Potato Chaps and the Chip


The chip sat that on the table
Then the chip looked longingly
At the Girl she was sitting there
At the couch she was writing in a book
The chip had been there all night
And had been there when the bag
...was opened and then was there on the
...table all by chip's self
The bag lay there closed
But just smelling of those Crisp
...Potato Chaps of sauce
...The spring air filled the room
...But also salt spray and vinegar
The girl smiled and said something
Chip could not hear
Could Potato Chaps hear?
We all wonder things though
So the chip sat there and wondered
What was she thinking
What was she going to do with Chip
Was she going to leave chip there
Or join the other friends
No clue
So sad the story could go on and on
Then Fid knocked on the door
The girl got up and
Grabbed Chip and left the room.


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.

Thursday, September 07, 2017

BioWebScape 101

Dear Readers,


Many people ask me what is the BioWebScape design Project? Or What is BioWebScape all about. Well I have not written about it in some time so I needed to get the information updated for the new people that just can not find the Time to go digging about in the Blog that spans over 450 posts and 11 years of time.

I have had for many years, over 40 years of thinking about gardening and how to live, and How to grow things and spaces of buildings and rooms and all that stuff thought outside a box. But while that is said "outside thinking" I have thought inside the box as well.

What if you had to live in a jail cell? Solo confinement but your Box was 10 feet by 10 feet by 10 feet. You would have 100 square feet of floor space and 10 feet to stand up in. This concept is some great over arching thinking, Lots of things can be pulled out of the box here. Prisoner of Veltrane, The Paradox box mystery, JEDI, The world of Thomas Masterson, and hundreds of other short fiction ideas. The list you just read are stories of Mine. They just got some titles that they did not have in my brand of thinking of stories. Due to my learning difficulties due to a form of extreme Dyslexia, As we call it right now, they didn't have a term to explain to others. What your child had and the process by which you could have it dealt with. I have been a thought solution for a long time. How do you help the Most Curious Child You ever just met. My parents soon found out that I kept asking questions that My dad and My mom did not know the answers too. That teacher whose name I do not know, or for that matter the exact grade it was. Likely the 2nd grade or so as I was an Air Force brat. The Military cuts off the school year enrollment at dec 31st. Not sometime sooner like August or something. So when I got back to the States I was younger than all my peers in school, and it through the teachers for a loop till I told them a bit of history just I did up there. I am always curious. So much so that in Social Gatherings I am so curious I have to control myself and just be the quite type that seems shy and reserved. It was what I was like for almost all of my days till I moved off to College with my younger brother. But that is a huge tale all it's own.

Now you are going to ask and thought it already, where in the world is he going with all that verbage? I was explaining to you the way and reasons for how the BioWebScape concept got started, by telling you a hunk of my past compressed into a fine powder and pushed into a 10 by 10 by 10 cube and then I sat it on the laptop in front of you and said. There you go Live in that Borg Cube as a free Human for the rest of your life.

The Sugar cube just placed there was a shock to your system, because I just gave you a million things to think about.

10 feet by 10 feet by 10 feet is a large space to an interior designer or an Architect or a Landscape architect or a gardener or a real estate agent or a kid of earth. All of us are born from a great place where we were taken care of and had the best world possible, then darn it someone just kicked us out of bed and we get told in no uncertain terms Why don't you pull yourself up by your bootstraps........................ There you go a huge can of worms Called the " Ice cubes verses Putin and Obama and other stories in the news today.....Oh as a side note,, Obama is gone and Putin is still there, that in the eyes of a lot of USA folks means that Putin is a dictator and you can't trust him......Your mileage may vary....Your money into our Bond Fund may vary past results do not future profit mean........ All that stuff is system thinking outside an inside a small box the size of a Human Womb.

How did you get by pulling your naked and afraid body up by your boot straps? You did not, 3 days without human contact and most babies die, those early days can be fully taken care of by systems, but the baby without human face time will die sooner or later, the brains just will not function without the Human contact. So you are the sum of a lot of help from others.

Your mom and dad made you via the genetic method of bing and bling and bonkers and fiddles that faddle and Fid is thinking he just got into the Wrong blog again, then laughs to his wife that his friend Charles is just being his ole wordy self.

BioWebScape is a hard and soft way of thinking about things. What if you lived in a huge womb again what all would it take to give you all the food and shelter you needed inside that space. Only 1,000 cubic feet.

What all could you grow in there, what all could you do in there. Go listen to a few hundred TED talks and you get millions of ideas and start to think dude! this guys is crazy that is impossible but Party On....Ruffus ........Bill and TED have gone on to be someone and John Wick.......Carlin is going to be in Heaven when you get there. It would have made him smile a lot when he got there, and you are going.....he is doing that again drifting off topic...

It is the same topic.

How do we humans Live on Earth?

Easy peasy.

BioWebsScape is the Design Project as listed on my facebook and my @BioWebScape twitter feed and my YouTube playlists and My Runescape player and all throughout the huge thing we call life.

Living on earth in a 10 by 10 by 10 foot cubed space is so easy that the thoughts of how to do it can not be listed here because the combinations are literally endless.

It is Systems thinking held to a huge Higher power.......

I am a Christ follower. How about I tell you that 1,000 foot space is both your prison and your Eden all rolled into one space?

And that we could get all 8 billion humans into a space the size of.....You do the cubic math.

Think that you are wasting all of the planet and then think that you can make a difference and think you can fix things and then you can feed the planet full of humans that have a population of just in the Lower 48 of The United States of ..........This number will blow your mind..... but think that you are all living in 10 by 10 by 10 foot cubes.

The number is not less than 696,960,000,000 Humans.....

Now think on this find piece of news. The rest of the land above you has been restored to All the full natural untouched by man's trash perfect Eden like self.... all you people just cover the lower 48 in a sea of cubes that can be totally self contained and also do not have to totally self contained.

There that is the systems thinking of my BioWebScape Project.


You only have to start decreasing the numbers back down to the current world population to see that we have not even come close to using up the planet, just rearranging it to seem to suit our needs, only we have been going about it all the wrong way. Or just going about it in ways that some people can't see the edges of the edge because they are still looking at the puzzle piece in front of them as if it only has one place to fit into the puzzle.

But your soap bubble of a world in your head is not just small thinking it is large thinking you just have to get out there and think a different thought.


Graham Cooke......... Points to you dude, and the above thought ......." And Think a Different Thought..." comes from his teachings that I watch a bunch of but he can not lay claim to it either.....Hi there Holy Ghost that moves off the arms of Orion.......Ridley Scott and Blade Runner and ...........They might be giants but that all started out as Naked and needing Mom............

Christ is the King the Alpha and the Omega, english translation to that is King Of the Universe and The beginning and the ending of the whole ball of wax.

BioWebScape project readers, already know most of this but a 101 course is what is needed for the new people walking into class just now and wondering who the dude on the speakers platform is....he is been up there mopping the floor for all of the last 2 hours some people say.....

Not another story in a story you folks think,,, always a story in the teaching of my students. and The Janitor says......... Bye bye Y'all come see me next time, I'll........

May you have the Peace of Christ that passes all Understanding, for your hearts and Minds.

Charles.

Wednesday, September 06, 2017

Poem for her 294

Dear Readers,



When the phone


Rings I say
I love you a lot of times

When the phone does funky things
I ponder them
Then ask God what is the up and down of it
I don't always know
Sometimes I never know for sure
But then I ask the nest question
Ummm well it is something
But it might not be a verbal question

Rings I say Oh that is not
Her numer


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles,

Poem for her 293

Dear Readers,



Fid Faddle Fiddle and the Toad.


Fid was a bit tired today
He'd had a long night
She was at home
They were apart
He was at work
The faddle had a Fiddle and his boss
The Toad
Was mad
Mad toads with fiddled faddles was bad
Mad bad fiddles was toaded too
The toad told him to get the fiddle fised
Yes sir fiss the fiddle
I mean do the faddle fixed the fiddle fissed
um hey boss
Can I go home please
No
Okay can I call her at home
No
um could I get a break
NO
Okay I quit
good bye

And thus Fid
was now a retired
fiddle faddle toad told off fix


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Oyster King On Runescape

Dear Readers,


My dyslexia is in high form, it is so hard to type right now that even if I am looking at my fingers while doing so, I will typoes them with common left hand right had switching of the letters in a word. If the word needs letters from the left hand and the right hand my brain will twist them a bit as I get going I can focus on the keys the thoughts and then I make run on sentences because I don't do punctionaly marks in my thoughts. I am not going to edit this mucch it will be edited if I catch it as I am going, not after the fact. Unless needed in data.


I am owner of on hand something like 2,302,000 Oysters in the game of Runescape the closed ones that have a 25% chance of giving you an empty shell if you open them in volume. I orignally only wanted the empty shells they were not traded on the Grand Exchange. But could be traded person to person, and they were an otherwise useless trash item,, still an item, but trash to everyone else. I was hunting for that kind of item like a friend of mine at the time who had gem dust piles after you miss hit a lower level gem stone you got the dust pile and it was also worthless. She does not play the game to much only needs to log in time to time, to keep things going, but has life outside of the game issues and is away. But she wanted to have 1 million gem dusts. So after talking to her about it a bit I took upon myself to buy as many uncut opals as I could, I had up to 7 friends buying them some times. I funded up front all purchases at a listed price and by the time I was at a stopping place I had 5 million or so uncut opals. I could not cut them all, but the idea was to hold supplies of things and Offer them to people to get free xp and me to get the items back made and help people and I was doing that already in 100's of items and 20 to 30 different people on an as need basis.

What had started to annoy me was that on the forums people doing something like that, but they were charging fees for use. Only doing it if they got money back, making the game a capitalist system. So after reading the forums I started the Above helping hands mindset. I was already a hoarder gathered mindset person, so I was already doing that as this was my second time to play the game not the first. The first was in 2005 when I was still a job and wife and house and kids and cars and oh hey you might know that history or not it is in this blog's pages or not. But My love for the great mental details was hooked. I'd be that guy that would cut all his own trees to make the arrow shafts and then buy from all the shops and kill chickens and well the first time through that was the dude that was a ranger and he did the give me the arrow heads and the feathers and I would do the tree and shafts and give him finished product as that was part of my network thinking back in the first run of the game from 2005 to 2007 then I stopped playing.

Then I come back in dec of 2010 and I have not left much since, a few times in 2011 when I would go for 3 weeks straight but then I came back.

So with helping my friend who it turned out was a player mod. She even joined my cln for a while, but she wanted to boss to the completionist cape and my clan did not have many bossing teams. Got to Skill is my clan name. We had several things under our belt, Most acorns in the game by the clan chest in fally clan camp, but that was after my clan and a fellow I knew joined his clan to mine and I was in a friend chat called "collections" and yada yada....

So I was wanting empty oyster shells, not even listed except on wiki or fan sites I guess I never really did outside research on them. I did announce in the friend chat I was looking for them, then saw a forum post for the same thing from someone and then I stopped telling people I wanted them. I just silently bought them and a few freinds knew I liked them, as I got them to buy them for me over the years. Runescape Grand Exchange tracking is only 6 months of trend lines and the 24 hour updating of prices makes for a hard to gauge what is going on in things.

So longer story shorter a bit, When I started buying them they were 40gp list price, but it took me to 90gp to get any. So I slowly bought them and bought them, some times selling them from one account to another at variuos prices to move them without just handing them over. But thatwas years ago I have been buying them so long I can't rightly tell you when I started, all those old posts have scrolled out of the their data base.

But recently i looked on the runescape wiki pages and they had a price chart from time the item showed up in the game to the current trend and you can see that I was not the first person or people to spike the prices. I had actually met the fellows that had done the first price spike. They got them up to like 600 or 900 and stopped playing and did not come back till the time on my time of the chart I was able to get the prices up to 6,400 gp each.

The prices have been rocking up and down the last 6 months, If you track my own life it is tied to my travels when I have less time to devote to skilling to cash make and buy steady. But way back then when these other two people showed back up there were up to 25,000 oysters I did not myself own.

I highly doubt that anyone else has 1 million oysters, let alone the amount I have, and I have given to several people 100k stacks. That is stack amount where the number color changes from the standard color of yellow to White and then at 10 million it is green. So people collect things to get to the white number color and then as well the 10 million green. But people have all sorts of other goals and such.

My goal was to have the most oysters ever. But there was a method and a further goal at hand. On day I would pass the title off to some one, They would be able to pay or give me the funds or the actual item Three (3) Purple party hats...... Why three. One to my best friend and one to me and one to my babe.....mentioned in these pages in the poem for her series... I had always wanted to alch a party hat,, (use runes on it and turn it into gold coins,, or zero nothing I was talked out of it by my friend and then we had a fund to buy one, but the prizes went up and then she stopped playing and then I got the need for the cash and it was raided and now she is back and the goal is back in full bloom.

Not going to impress many people in the game, when game valued wealth is billions and even speculation of a few trillionaires in the game. 1 trillion in value. heh.

See my "the Safe Safe..... et all story arcs,, what does someone do with 100's of trillions of trillions of dollars worth of land and energy and stuff,, they just about have only one good use........Tell everyone they are the King and just that they are all owned by him and .... Oh wait.

Christ is King of Heaven and Earth and he is giving you all of it for free.....oh right you have idea about that too huh...

Well in Runescape I am King of Oysters............

In my blog I am World's Richest Person and you can see my opinions on these and other topics as you like.


Well thank you Sorxer.......for the idea of this blog... by the way he likes Belladonna and acorns...... see you in game.


May you all have the Peace of Christ.


Charles.

Tuesday, September 05, 2017

Poem for her 292

Dear Readers,


Hem of the Hymn

The skirt was in his hands
She looked at it and asked
Did the stain come out
No he said
Then laughed and got more
Beet juice and dabbed
It here and there
And she laughed
The markers were
Then they were
The stained skirt
Was their newest
Hymn to a hem
And they went back to dancing
In the big empty
House with
Woods all about it


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Monday, September 04, 2017

The White Card Part 1

Dear Readers,


WE continue the story about Rachel of card holders services and all the stuff of the story that stopped but now continue.



.............


"Doug, I am sorry you can see the worms on my sleeves and the flies about my head. But so can Alfred and everyone one else in here. Even that Little old lady over there that is Blind."

Charles Danner pointed to a old Blind Lady in a group of older ladies that were milling about the Duck Pond, in the middle of the Lobby just under the High archway of the 20 story high Glass paneled place near the Sky Elevator. Great old feature still there, back again for a longer engagement now that the Hotel was under yet again New management But then again Charles Danner smiled. His Company was the New management Yet Alfred and Doug did not know that, nor did many people know how extensive his Hotel Chains had spread. His Fast food Places, His free food for all Places, His bars to nowhere and his vast Empire was so big that he did not rightly know how far it was till at times He realized that every time he took one of these side trips into the Hell of his own Past when he came back his Slice of Heaven was just a lot bigger and more grand.


"Doug, I take these trips hunting for people that are lost. Some times I end up getting them out alive and some times I do not. This trip was a good one, But I had to live where the death eaters live for a while."

With that term being used he held out his hand and several flies flew off his palm and though they were real on his hand as they flew up there off him they just shimmered and were gone from the sight of Doug. Doug blinked, shaking his head.

"Doug, It is okay they are real but they aren't here to mess up the Carpet. They only cling to me till I get up to my room and can have a good long refreshing time and a nap to see you in the morning looking like you would not believe I could, except you have been seeing me here today, with them still crawling on me. So Let us get on with how my card works."

Mr. Danner held out his hand motioning for Doug to hand him the All White card back. As Doug got it off the desk, his phone in his pocket rang, He looked about nervously, he thought he had put it on silent.

"Answer your phone Doug", Mr Danner said.

Doug reached and got it, only to see it was his insurance company. Oh no more bad news he thought.

"Hello?"

"Yes."

"You have got to be kidding? Who did that for me?"

Then Doug dropped the phone, looking at Mr. Danner for a second and grabbed his phone back up and continued his call, and in a few minutes shut the phone off completely.

He sheepishly looked at Mr. Danner and blinked a few more times as more insects were flying about the man's head and doing that odd shimmering vanishing act as they got further away from him. But the scent of fresh flowers and a summer breeze was in the area, not the one of death. Doug was still wondering what all was going on in his life.

"Doug, Look at the card."

The Card in Doug's hand had the same raised Numerals 0000 0000 0000 0008 On it's face
But this time it had something totally strange on it, and it made Doug's hand shake.

It had Doug's full name on the face of it.

The number was different It was no longer the 7, it had changed to the 8. He blinked again, but said nothing. His mind was still reeling from the voices on the Phone. First His Local Insurance Agent, telling him that totaled out car was completely covered by His American Express White Card Status. That his Car would be totally replaced with Which ever Model he wanted, Including up to just fixing his car and making it good as new. That the Insurance Agent was Sorry for Not knowing of his Client's Status with American Express' White Card System. And that someone was in the Office and wanted to talk to him. It was his girlfriend. She Told Doug that She was there at the office to fix the issue with the car and the presenting of the White Card information, Because Her Boss had given her an updated job status. Then she told Doug the name of her boss. Charles E Danner, The man standing in front of him, had been behind the scenes all along. She also asked to talk to him again about their spat of the morning, and said that she'd be there after work to pick him up.

Doug looked at the card again and put it gently into Mr. Danner's hand.

"Doug, I know this is all a bit overwhelming. I am not exactly who I appear to be to most people looking at me. They will see various things. Usually a middle aged commoner or even down on his luck drifter that just hasn't been taking baths as often as he should. Not always as bad as today, but sometimes even worse. I take extreme trips to places that most people would never want to go. I do things that most sane men would not do willingly and Even battle hardened people would be not want to do again. I am also the Richest and Most powerful Man on Planet Earth. I am trying to change it with a brash new System that the other Powers of the Planet do not want to easily give up.

Your Girlfriend has been under a lot of stress lately She was instructed to not tell you whom she worked for, to let your life spin out of control like it has been doing for the past 9 months. The accident you had this morning was known about before it happened, But My information about it going to happen was only known by me, I have divine help at times, but I can't tell you what all I know either, as I have my own issues. At the time I learned of the pending morning upset I was not near by to prevent it or do much more than know it was going to take place and be here to fix the issue after the fact.

The White Card in your hands, will be yours forever after. Today you will use it to Pay nothing, I own the hotel in reality. But you will go through the process for when you have to process another of those cards, as they are many in use around the world today and people will be using them a lot in this hotel over the flowing years ahead.

There is a totally unlimited amount of them being slowly blended into the world in the coming months, Up until today they were only card numbers 1 through 7. Yours is the First Single User card. Use it to do good in the world around you. Today Buy me a hotel room for 3 days, Give me whichever room you want to treat me with. Pretend that I am a homeless person that You want to help out for 3 days of heaven on earth and give them a nice place for a few days before you have to send them back out onto the mean streets.

So You need to take a few minutes to learn how this card actually works.

Call Your Hotline Number. The person on the other end will mostly be a lady with a name that starts with the Letter J. She will help you buy anything with these cards, she will ask you questions that have passcode phrases that the Card Users will have to answer. Odd things like What is the meaning of the words "Toads can not fly but frogs can." With answers like "The rain in spain is green with coffee cups falling in new york central park" It is my style of can not figure it out even if you know what the method is going to be.

You will have odd questions that you will set up if you like, Your card will act like you want it too. There are features of the card, It does not show it's numbers at first, just looks like a off white plastic credit card sized piece of plastic, with no marking what so ever. then as you move it from hand to hand, say given words or do given actions the card transforms to what you see in your hand. It is not plastic. It is the advanced Computer Processing system That I use in my Business Cards, But in a Credit Card shape and form.

Your girlfriend will help you work though a lot of things in the coming days, bt for right now Know that you are on a path that you only dreamed of as a kid. When you had those Tea Parties with Your Sister Kay."

Doug Blinked back tears, sudden to his eyes. His Sister, she died in a violent way and he had missed her and all those wonderful dreams they had had back as kids.

...........................


Well the story takes a long turn into something that was not exactly the way I thought about it at first but it has a life of it's own that I only get the Inspiration of in brief flashes, So I will pause here and bring you all the next bits of it later.


The further adventures of the Man that wants to change the world ......... Will continue ... As I know that the world is going to be a better place than what it is like on the news every day. Just have to be a better person than you thought you were going be when you woke up. Yes you all do Know I did sleep right? Honest I did sleep, Just not a lot.


Hugs to my Birthday Babe, The one getting the poems on the other posts. and Hi James.....


May the Peace of Christ Be yours,

Charles.





Poem for her 291

Dear Readers,



Little Red Reading


The bike was going pretty fast
The downhill path was steep
The brakes were not being used
The drop off was just ahead
The thrill of the fall close
Then the air was filled with
Then the dream was suddenly
The room was bright the sun up
The hand on her side warm
The man there stirred
The voice soft and purred

Had that dream again
He asked her
She didn't want to move
His hand was though
Touching her side
Then her elbow
Then the side of her hip
Then he said those words

Soul of my Soul

We can fly you know


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.


Sunday, September 03, 2017

Poem for her 290

Dear Readers,


11:11 and forever two five two


Numbers that strike a chime
They sing with a voice
Of memory and splash
They flash in the mind
Like the day we stayed in the same
Hotel room
But months apart
The number of toes on her left foot
I licked today
Just a while ago
The number that makes the four
Ever
The bigger number
You could see things
These numbers

They mean things and say things
Some of them only because
They are digits
And not letters
But these letters
To her in the series
Over time
That has a special meaning
Deeper than
Happy Birthday
She is brand spanking new
Right now
She walked through a door
The world reset around her
And she is new
Perfection
Awesome
Her


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.


Poem for her 289

Dear Readers,


The B L T


I was frying some bacon up
...the smell brought her to me
...we kissed a few seconds
...the stove got turned off
...I sweat the bacon first
...It was for break fasting
...But she was My Lunch

I sliced some lettuce
...finely shredded with knife
...the salad was going to be great
...grated things
...juicy things
...With dinner and the pot pie
...But she was my dessert

I was looking at the tomatoes
...They were many different kinds
...many different colors
...different slices
...Different places they'd be
...not for one meal
...but many things to eat
...But she was my Everything

I put the B on her plate
Then I told her what I was thinking
She said ...Ok Love... just now
After I told her where I'd be
While she was killing monsters
In a game we play
I put the B on my plate
And she looked at me sideways
My B and her B were different
I like my bacon soft and barely
And she likes hers crispy
But my B and Her B were still
Not the same
Mine was Butter not bacon

The Lettuce was placed on her plate
The lettuce was placed in a bowl by me
The tomato On her plate
On mine it's a bunch of slices with
Things like cheese and salt and pepper
On them

The B on my plate was soft and creamy
And tasted of honey and spices and
Then

I Pulled her foot up from my lap
Dipped a finger in the butter
Rubbed it on her big toe
Then licked it off her big toe

The Butter Licked Toe

Giggled a lot too


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Saturday, September 02, 2017

Poem for her 288

Dear Readers,



We Hug

On the dance floor where ever that is
We stand there face to face and sway
But I like to be barefoot
Then again so does she
We are a pair that way
The shower face to face
The morning dew and the tea for two
But put in a single cup
The single plate of food
One fork at times, sometimes two
We do things together and dance
The swing of the hips and the feet bare
She loves the calm when my hand touches
The calm returned when my hand finds her
There as we connect sitting
On the park bench as always there
Forever connected never apart


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Friday, September 01, 2017

Poem for her 287

Dear Readers,


Mint Chocolate

More than a flavor
Subtle notes to my girl
Thought out in a taste
The tea
Of a silk shirt
Things lingering
Hunger at the edges
Things soft
Held long and hot
Dripping with mint
Chocolate kissed
Long drifting
Sleep and dreamy
But awake and
Lovely
Taste
A kiss

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 286

Dear Readers,


She Giggles

When I lick the ankle of her left foot
When I say odd and strange things
When I make a joke about odd things
When I softly slide my fingers on her neck
Just now as I start this poem
When I splash water on her nose
When I butter toast with my finger
When I read her some of my poems
When we dance in cold morning dew
When I play sweet nothings flying
When we play cards
When I pick out the paints
When I point out the colors
When I wash behind my ears
When a lot of things more than written here


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.