Lexigrams of the Moment

A dear warder.

A mad dream, a mad dreamer.

Do we deny Ted made a woman drown?

No!

Do we adore Ted, a wonder and a deed do-er?

Many do.

Or do we damn Ted?

Many do.

Do we reward Ted, or doom Ted?

Ted needed: more room, one more word, and one more day.

No one knew.

Ted try? We wonder.

No. Ted not do more.

On a dreary day, a woman drowned and Ted ran.

Ted not told anyone near, a woman drowned!

Real mean. A real dolt.

Ted knew.

Now, old Ted - dead.

Damn.

TERROR!

Seen on TV.

Neon front: Vernon Fever.

Vernon’s overt, stern.

Vernon sneers, Vernon snorts.

No errors! Rote. Fervor!

No rest for Vernon’s sore feet.

No errors for Vernon.

Vernon strove to serve.

No rest for Vernon.

Vernon never free.

Vernon not see one sever Vernon’s nerve.

Refer to the soft son of Vernon’s One.

One’s son sees, forever.

On the evening of July 25, 2009, Vernon died after being shot multiple times in his back. His car was being car-jacked as the 3-year-old child of Vernon’s girlfriend sat in the back seat of the vehicle.

I chatter all the time.

I am a man that came in and chatted.

I claim a damn elevated title.

Men let me lead.

I have a little man.

The little man I admit, I admire him.

I have a theme: Dave Letterman

Ha ha ha.

I am mild, timid, mental, and in damn demand.

Men admire ME?

I endear and charm.

I am hated and reviled.

Dear me!

The material I that I read made me the main man that I am.

Men cheer the chatter and that all that matter.

Damn valid!

A travail!

I cheated and I am hated and reviled.

I can’t hide and I didn’t hide.

I am a cheater.

Then, a man tried - cheat me. He made a deal.

I called that deal a crime.

Malice in it. ALERT! ALARM!

The man tried - call me a criminal - demented!

I am damn mad.

I made a name and I can’t let a mad man demand all that I earned!

He didn’t earn it, I did!

Damn him!

I cheated, I didn’t lie.

And I can’t let a mad, demented man cheat me!

A star is so born - and trained in an art.

Adore Barbra in jeans or in a tiara.

As a star, Barbra’s irate - a brat, a bear, a beast!

Bodies are joined.

Barbra drains one.

Does Barbra rest?

No. Barbra’s in bed, not at rest.

No one denies Barbra.

As Barbra intones rarest notes, Barbra is BEST IN ORBIT in an art.

In brio, Barbra banters, jests, jibes.

Join Barbra in reason to stand and resist.

Barbra is ardent - tries and dares.

Barbra rants at barbarians, berates bastards.

End and desist!

Barbra’s nose and tones are a brand.

Barbra boasts best notes, best breasts, best stars.

Barbra’s tone in narration is rare, rarest.

In a band or not, Barbra is BEST STAR IN ORBIT.

Dear, dear …

Barbra’s in tears, Barbra’s son is in tears.

Barbra retains a barrister.

A son is sent to a near rat’s nest.

A son is so sad! So is Barbra!

Disaster!

Barbra sits, stares at sand and sea, sobs.

Barbra’s A-one narration is bare bones.

As sad, Barbra’s not into it - a strain.

Barbra intones a saint’s strands, instead.

As she has clear opinions and ideas, Whoopi carries a ladies show on air each day.

Her show is seen world-wide.

On air, on screen in reels, and in person, Whoopi always shows she cares.

She enjoys learning and sharing.

She wonders, does anyone else in whole world really care as I do?

Dang!

When I see persons in pain or how horrible and sad we are, I help!

I’ll be glad holding a hand and sharing as I can.

When on air, Whoopi always lends air space so ladies who are also on share own ideas as well.

Warning!

Whoopi has pride and ego in spades:

Powder her wig!

Gild her pig!

Wine and dine her!

Dig her gigs!

Whoopi is also an ordinary all-around person:

A weird, wired poor hip girl. A whore and a bore, who does wash and cleans cars.

She can also be lonely.

Only Whoopi earns real gold as her reward.

As well, we also regard Whoopi as a sage:

She is as wise as anyone can be.

Her good wish, good will, and help are dearly held by all near her.

She has no choice.

She is who she is.

Clearly she really only cares.

So doing, she lends joy.

DO THIS, I SAID!

No one aids a sad man - an idea man.

He dissolves this and sends this.

His home is lit. He has oil heat.

He slaves in his home on this.

He saves monies, has monies.

His ideas - valid.

Salvos on his ideas!

He leads men to live lives in heat!

I don’t sit! I stand and I do!!!

I SOLVE as I have ideas and I don’t sit or stand. I DO!

Do the same as I!! DAMNIT!!

Some said he is an asshole, a mental lad! Men hated him!

He said, NO!

I am NOT an asshole and I am NOT mental!

Let me at him! Thomas hated to deal in damn animals - idiot men!

I said: Let’s DO IT and it’s DONE! Isn’t it?!

This idea is MINE!

ALL HAIL Thomas Alva Edison.

He is the one! His is the time!

He made the times ALIVE.

To date, no one holds or held as many patents (more than 1,000) as the inventor Thomas Alva Edison. Many of the technological innovations that we take for granted, including electricity and electronic communications, are credited to inventions he devised in a lab at his home in New Jersey. His inventions turned life from dark to light.

The role?

Police or cop role. Into it, too.

In the ‘cop’ role, Powell on TOP.

Put the clip in! Prowl!

Hunt, hurt the other one!

Hit it! Punt! Run!

He’ll hit the one who’ll hurt one other.

Colin - The Tool - Powell not too hip on the power-cult plot to hit one or two other in power.

Powell into the TRUE, not the lie.

Nope. Not into it.

Colin the top cop, not into the power cult.

Not up to it.

The power cult whip Colin, tell Colin to plow, to put, to pull, etc.

The power cult then tell Colin to tell - on reel - ‘the true’: who, when, where, how on their plot to hurt the one or two other power.

On reel Colin tell it: who, when, where, how on how to hit the other one or two power.

Colin NOT tell ['why']; ['Y'] not there!

Colin not into it … not well into the power-cult plot or the reel.

HELP!

On reel, Colin tell the plot.

Then, whole hell let out.

With the cult power, Colin help pollute the whole lot with oil.

The power-cult into oil.

Colin not on top then … Colin LOW.

Colin put up with them.

The power cult clothe him.

Me[a] culp[a] … ?

Ouch!

Oh, cut it out, Colin.

Colin, the top-cop help put the power cult on top.

Now we point it out to Colin.

Where Colin the top-cop now?

Oh, Colin out to lunch.

Lou sold soul.

Dub Lou - loud bold boob.

Old Lou lobs oil blobs.

Lou bids, so do !

Lou boils -Lou’s bliss builds.

Soil! Blood! Loss!

‘Diss Lou? …

Lou sobs.

Charles Dickens IS AS HE CONDEMNS.

ALARM! HE HARMS CHILDREN.

He condemns harm of children and he himself f’ed, harmed children. Nice, huh?

Is he afraid? NO, as his mask is FAMOUS.

CHILDREN SUFFER UNDER HIM AND HE SUFFERS AS HE HIDES HIS SHAME UNDER MASK OF FAME.

In his docu-dramas, he unfolds sad facades, unmasks social failures, and un-muffles cries of children.

He alarms us! He is furious!

He chides social leaders.

Inhumane men, children as animals!

Children are real! Children suffer! See souls in mankind!

He is famous for his care and adores children as no one else.

As he has no funds, he secures fame from his care and his hands.

He drinks, he smokes, he cries, he cares.

In his era, he loses himself in concerns.

Rudeness, and coldness, and churlish ones are hideous.

He has no care for cruel ones. He defames cruel in his docu-dramas.

A moral man, he holds children as dear and sacred.

No one should harm children!

As Charles’ due, men reform rules of care for children.

Slums are cleaned, families are cared for, jails are closed.

And some souls are cleansed.

Oh, Lord! He is such a liar himself.

He himself muffles cries of children.

*In a car, regal Grace kept peace.

A girl and Grace take a pact: I’ll treat a girl.

I’ll let a girl try, practice at a car.

I let a girl take a spin.

A real treat.

A girl: GREAT!

A girl like a race.

A trick! A girl at play - a race!

I try, can’t tell a girl!

A real trap!

Later, a girl try, yet a car leapt!

A crack! A trap!

I pay a great price - let a race-like girl try, practice take a car.

A girl kept a pact.

A girl talk? Tell? A girl take a rap?

A girl cry, pray … play.

**

A special royal, no one can compare to Grace.

A glamor girl is an actress, a star on stage, screen.

All adore looking at Grace’s rare patrician lines.

In Dior, a style icon.  Grace’s style is something really special.

To prepare as a princess, Grace practices talking, eating, making peace.

Later, Princess Grace tries to make art prints, and signs name on a corporate deal to sell linens.

Grace earns money as an actress and Princess Grace, as a linen print maker.

In acting Grace applies great skill, is seen as cool.

As a parent, Princess Grace is regal yet ordinary - a great royal ma.

A girl, a princess, is not yet legal to get in a car, take a spin.

All miss looking at a gleaming screen star.

All Monaco miss a caring parent, a striking royal.