Biography of Charles Monroe
Mr. or Mrs. Charles Monroe II is one of the alleged 'Four Horsemen', whom are rumored members of the international Underground Academia known as the 'Ghosts Of DaVinci'(G.O.D.) , a 'mythical' ficticious society said to be a modern urban legend about a group of Poets, Artists, Muscicians, Farmers, Playwrites and College Students from every continent. While the rumors of the group's existence have never been confirmed nor documented, the Pseudonym Charles Monroe II is an actual client of an independent Los Angeles based writing agency/workshop through which the works are published anonymously by the agency's classified staff members. The true identity of Charles Monroe II or his or her affiliations remain unknown. All that is known of Monroe, besides a name and works, is a letterhead from his correspondence which reads 'Knights of Montezuma', which is believed to be a Los Angeles based writing society. Other rumored 'Horsemen' include Spanish Poet/Philosopher Paz de la Guerra, Poet/Composer Sabado Domingo, and a fourth unknown member who is rumored to be an A-list Hollywood Actor and financier for the groups projects. While all these allegations are considered rumors, Charles Monroe II is in fact very real and always pays in cash. Written by Steve Stephalonavich 2013 *The views and works of Charles Monroe do not reflect in any way the views of the author of this biography or his affiliates and was written as requested with the consent of Charles Monroe. All Rights Reserved 2013.
Charles Monroe's Works:
Charles Monroe Poems
Dreams of Kings
When the hills and the mountains someday are made low And rough places made plain, and untended seeds grow When the peacocks take flight and the crooked made straight Until Justice rolls down like an avalanche quake
An Introduction Poem
I am. That is all. I enter this realm In Peace and Humility With Wars under me.
Seven Syllable Sonnet
Greetings from across the seas Readings from the loss of peace City full of Boston teas Pity-fool-less Constantine(s) .
So, so true When value is hidden God: the poet Soul: is written.
Remember me not, For the battles I have fought, But rather at peace.
I learned my history from Murals These walls of hardened mud taught me more Than the biased archives put together by the invaders. There is a formula for Colonization-
Puss So Peace Is
puzzled skid row kids in blankets play with string-less tennis racquets Alleys seem comical; buildings phenomenal empty abdominal tables with dominoes
Imitation Froot Loops
Praise the Lord and curse the Devils For the toys in Frooty pebbles Apple Jacks, Scooby snacks Living room got booby traps
'Yoga-Fire, Yoga-Flame! '
My fire is thermal And spreading in turbo Orange nocturnal Dark purple Inferno
Poetics are therapeutics for us headache bearing students Poetry is therapy, tranquility, serenity, Divinity, passivity, proximity, infinity. It is all that is good to take
What is missing from my night Something Beautiful to write What is missing from my day Something Beautiful to say
The figure hollows the aura The Smaller follow the bigger The fearful follow the righteous the righteous follow the sinners.
My Freeform is expensive It's lengthy and extensive It is a formless matter A manner that's offensive.
Above Guilty Ground Inspired by words When words chop the workshop We woodshop the hurse
We Are the World
European Union, Republic of Korea
Russian Federation, Zambia, Tanzania
China to Nigeria, Hungary, Australia
Bangladesh, Sri Lanka, and Saudi Arabia
Cuba, Argentina, Pakistan, Japan
Into the Islamic Republic of Iran
Deep within the cavernous confines of the hood
When Pens travel light years beyond what we could.
Mexico and India Germany and France