Lexigrams of the Moment

Bee.

Eel.

Leg.

Neck.

Keen ken.

Glee.

Kneel.

Beg.

Eek.

Bell knell.

Geek.

Trace, credit, merit a crime to Dominic, an idiot, an editor actor.

React to a crime.

A manic man can ordain, order, dominate one timid.

A man can act timid, act tame, act nice.

A man into erotica.

CODE RED.

An art, a con - candor.

IRONIC.

A rant, a random action, can end in morte.

Cater to Dominic or end in mad, manic reaction.

Don’t mention to Dominic, ‘NO!’

Remain - mean Dominic; remain in tear, end in crania care or die.

Contain, remand a married man, a man intimate and into erotica, a man trained to dominate.

DISASTER!

I can’t quite quit this rancid crud … SCARED.

Detain a user - in the rat’s nest.

His search, queries, quest is truth.

In his head, heart - charities.

A square nerd is aroused!

He is an artist in requests, the search - truth.

He is quite quiet and he studies the centuries hard. He reads charts.

He isn’t a quitter. As he is harried, he is a tad rude.

He sits, eats, stands, runs, scans, darts, rushes, tears at, hurries, scurries, runs.

In East, he eats curried rice.

As his hair is neat, he cares, he shares, he attends - the dear herd trust Richard.

His sin is - he dares and he cheats.

He isn’t chaste. He is a user.

His acts can hasten a suicide.

In this, he is a retard, as he hurts the herd’s trust.

Hear this, Richard: The herd can cast aside their trust.

As he is tired, he can’t stand the herd! In chains! Drat!

Then, this cute esquire turns curt, crude, rude, and snide.

See Richard is scared. He stares and he cries as he can’t quite resist this stud and this use.

As Richard hurts inside, Richard tries suicide. Richard can cause suicide.

Resist suicide, Richard.

He tests it. Richard, trust this - Richard can die as he tries, tests suicide.

He can turn hard studies - rust and dust.

He can curse his duties, he can’t quit his duties.

Thus, request Richard sit and rest as such a strain is hard.

Require Richard quarantine!

Richard is tired.

A star that can’t rest, can’t shine.

And a star that uses, can end in the rat’s nest.

This is true and sure.

Hire me!

Email me.

I will be able! I am able!

Limber, I amble a mile!

Air me! Hear me blare, rail!

Am I a liar? Hmm …

Am I a liberal?

I air liberal ‘bile.’

Real hell? A mall.

Real harm? JAIL.

Label me a liberal lamb.

I brim - IRE.

All hail ME! I am a real ham.

I am ill. I ail.

Heal me! HERBAL!

Liable.

Harm her? Him? Libel.

william randolph hearst

ALARM HERE.

An erstwhile writer and printer, a man - and a real asshole - dares to steal hearts and minds.

I spearhead news!

Listen to me!

I am the one who has the REAL power in these hard times!

The NEWS is what we listen to and see, so I print it!

I reap ears, hearts, and minds - and MILLIONS IN DOLLARS.

Read what I print!

I listen to the news, then I print what I want to print.

Some don’t want this.

It’s all power to me!

Well, the power is mine. So?

Power is in print news and oral news.

hearst mansion

Listen to the news, see the news, print the news.

News is what I want it to seem.

No one in the world holds power as William Randolph Hearst does.

See his home? His mansion?

Still, he holds wealth and power.

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.

An old owl, late Walter Cronkite liked to crawl into a corner and read.

I like to call on a world leader to talk.

I let one talk and talk.

I take note and write down all detail I learn.

I lend local color to a real tale I write.

No one can tell a tale like I can - nice and clear.

I like to read, and learn, and write, and tell it to all, well.

I trained to talk - like Art Linkletter!

Well?

I talked on air and let all world know detail I learned.

And I did it all well.

Katie Couric - an iconic announcer, a critic.

True.

Rather than take an either-or or neither-nor take, I think.

I care.

I can’t take a neither-nor.

A runt and a hunk and a heart torn.

Not one to court a hurt, I turn hurt into creation.

I can take a hurt, turn it into an antic!

Rather than hurt or hate, I create.

Thank Katie.

Katie take her heart hurt, create a cancer center.

Again, I am in on a burning rumor.

I groan, moan.

I blog: BUNK!

I’m a normal man! I’m no brain!

No brag. (Big, big brain …)

I’m normal! At a prank or a lark I grin; I’m big on a prim girl.

On our globa_  pain plan, I’m grim.

No pink lung.

In a group I rank a minor. (No brag.)

I plug a gap.

Re: our pain-plan map, I blink.

A blank …

Pork? Or no pork?

I am a risk as I am worst liar.

All art. A mask. A troll.

I talk, talk, talk - slow.

Stow it! All swill.

As a warm skim-milk malt. Rot.

I sit, air all, talk a lot – all as a list, as I am most slow.

Still, I talk a lot.

I last, last …

I stir all, I soak all.

As I talk a lot – war aims – I swim in roil, in a storm.

Or as I sail in, talk a lot – war arms – I am lost – a mist.

As a stark liar, I will sit at a trial.

I will rail! I will stall. At last, I will sit.

I will toil - moist straw, soil, loam.

I will walk stairs. I will ail as a toll.

‘Tis writ.