Lexigrams of the Moment

AS HIS NAME SAID ‘I AM A KILLER, I KILLED A WOMAN,’ HE SAT AT A TRIAL AND HE SAT ON DEATH ROW.

RON SAID TO THEM, SWORE AT THEM, DAMN IT TO HELL! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? I HATE THIS! WHO THE HELL DOES THIS TOWN THINK IT IS? THIS IS LAW? I AM NOT A KILLER!

Does a woman die at his hands? Does he kill a woman?

HE IS AN HONEST MAN WHO IS LOST.

The DNA on the woman was not his DNA.

The DNA is shown too late. Another’s DNA later shows Ron is not her killer.

TIME IS SO SLOW.

Ron sat, read, ate, shit, drank water, swore ALL THE TIME.

HIS HEAD IS WEAK. HE IS IN DIRE MENTAL HEALTH AS HIS HANDLERS MAKE HIM TAKE MEDS TO MAKE HIM DIM AND MILD.

ONE WROTE ON THIS - A MORAL TALE.

IN A TRIAL, HE IS ASKED IS HE THE ONE TO KILL HER.

HE SAID ‘NO! NO! NO!’

THIS HORRID TRIAL IS HIS WATERLOO.

HE SWEAR IN A TRIAL HE IS NOT WITH HER WHEN SHE IS KILLED.

NO ONE LISTEN TO A MAD MAN AT A TRIAL - ALL READ WHAT’S IN A NAME!

His name also said he likes to drink and swear a lot.

He dies later in a dim mind state, as he had taken meds to make him old and dim.

NO ONE KNOWS WHO KILLED A WOMAN. RON IS HELD AS HIS NAME WARNS THEM HE IS THE KILLER.

WHEN THE REAL KILLER ADMITS AND DNA LINKS THE REAL KILLER, RON DIES LATER AS A SAD LOST MAN IN WEAK MENTAL HEALTH.

In Oklahoma, in 1998, Ron Williamson was wrongly convicted and sentenced to life imprisonment for the murder of Debbie Carter. Until DNA evidence exonerated him, Ron sat in prison for 11 years. Following Ron’s death five years after his release, author John Grisham wrote a book about this case.

Lend an ear or READ!

DANGER! GORE! ANGER! RAGE!

A dare, a pallor, a glare, leer.

A pledge, a plea!

Gall.

Regard a lad, a loner on dope, regal.

A pen and a pad, a grade-A plan, an adage or an ode.

Glean an ogre parade.

A pagan, a parlor, a red drape.

A roan gallop and leap along a long open road.

Or, a gear, a pedal, a rope, a gale.

Grope, engorge, rape.

Open a ledger and prod a legal angle.

Elope or go on, alone.

Adore, pander - a dear one, a lap dog, an angel, a doll.

Goal?

PEG A LONER - A PRO AND A PEN - LAND A GRAND DEAL - EARN DOLLAR ON A READ - GORE AND DANGER - REAL GLAD.

END A LARGE LORD.

Ladle, lap grape.

ALERT - a lothario, ogler, a rat.

He got hot, lather a lot.

Tag, halt, hit, garrote the lithe ogler at the gate to a hotel.

Ratio a great liar to a great heart …

Rather, a role: a great orator - a rote tale.

The art? Theologia.

At the root - a great hero, a light.

He glare at the hater, the ogre, the irate.

To Horatio, the real goal - go right!

A real tiger rage, tear at, get the grail.

Hail lore, hail a great tale.

Rail at Horatio.

A real orator goat gloat.

A horde and a herd heard her barnyard bray and read her bore.

A born bore, a nerd - drab and boney.

No one bear her.

A bear, ornery and hard on anyone.

Hear her honey drone - on and on and on.

Yeah, yeah, yeah…

Her read - oh boy… a bore.

A darer and a do-er.

Order! Order! Order!

Deny heady, horny and bad Rhonda? Ha!

Rhonda and her read - a BRAND!

Anyone near her - BORED.

Anyone read her - BORED.

Her bond? Her read.

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.

A rag, I work in a rank ‘jail’ … a lion - growling, glaring, raw.

Goal: WORK.

Grail: A RING.

Now, LOOK! GAWK!

I GLOW!

I RANK. I WIN.

I ail, I lag. I nag.

I go now.

Work, work, work.

J.D. Salinger is an avid reader.

J.D. Salinger made a name as … an idea designer!

J.D. Salinger’s MAIN single deal - one reader - does grand sales ever, and ever, and ever.

J.D. Salinger does one more … also divine.

J.D. never does same again - no need!

J.D. lives on monies earned on a single reader deal!

Sad, solemn, and alone, J.D. Salinger lingers and dreams in a jail - a mind.

No one sees J.D. Salinger ; J.D. Salinger sees no one.

Religion, religion, religion …

J.D. Salinger dives in and reads on religions.

No one dare slander or malign J.D. or else!

No one does me in!! J.D. Salinger is damn mad and glares in anger.

J.D. Salinger is in a rage as one said: I derived same ideas as J.D.  Salinger!

(J.D. Salinger also derived same ideas as some one else. No man is an island!)

J.D. Salinger said: Ideas are MINE!! Ideas are MINE!!

Leave me alone! Leave me alone!

I’m reading!

J.D. Salinger dies a single man, old, alone, jaded, grim, and seeming mad.

Egad!

Oscar Wilde was renown as a writer for his flair and wit!

Still, now, no one can craft lines as fine or rich in ironies as Oscar Wilde.

He’s the father of writers who dare to show the whole world how we feel inside.

Then, Oscar was renown as, well, a fag.

For what they regard as his then lewd acts, the English law sent Oscar to gaol!

There, he was so sad he was near death!

Afterward, he left England and went to France, where crowds went wild for his writing!

He died and was interred in France.

The world still adores his writing and refers to his as the finest of all.

One Beatrix Potter parent help her art talent.

Another parent berate her.

Beatrix bathe in, lather her idea - a tale.

Beatrix beat her path to art, alone.

A parent earn a lot, let Beatrix learn to paint a lot.

A parent lean on extra polite Beatrix.

Beatrix ran their planet - not a bit into it. A trap.

Beatrix hope to be able to hone her art to the point that Beatrix print it.

Her rare talent: to plan, probe, paint, print a tale, in text.

Beatrix not lax at a real trial.

Not one to let another help her.

Let her alone!

Beatrix earn at a talent.

Beatrix beat her brain to be better at it! Not banal!

Her heart into it.

At a point, Beatrix hit it! Theatre in print!

A parent not there to help.

Later, Beatrix hire an extra at the barn to help.

In her barn, Beatrix tap a barrel, hear a bleat, paint a hen.

Good, Lord! How hard I work!

No one works as hard as Doris.

Doris reads, Doris learns, Doris works, Doris earns.

When she has no idea how … she NEEDS REASONS, so she reads and learns.

Weeks and weeks, go on. Doris goes on learning.

Doris is wired - is online - and Doris is weird - a real nerd!

She LIKES LEARNING.

She looks like a dork: her dress is old, her hair is like a dog’s, her shoes reek!

Oh, Doris!

She KNOWS she needs a new hair-do! She KNOWS!

She does as she needs, and she needs her WORK!

Her worries:  Are ideas and reasons GOOD? When done? When done?

Oh, GOD!

Doris is GLAD when her work is DONE and LIKED!

Doris’ work is SO good, she wins awards.

She said: Oh, I heard I won! Oh dear!

Inside, Doris is like SO GLAD!