Many who rightly reject the confines of religion will allege humans are nothing but mere meat puppets. But that begs the question: Who is the puppet master? That answer is different for every person, and such is the essence of fun and wonder of life for me. From my own experiences and understandings I know […]
Read More Death Is No RecessSolitude persists Death makes us wait So why do we insist On staying up so late To talk to friends fake and real Our thoughts spawn dark dreams Prevent our heart from being still As we seek joy in meaningless green That burns just like our flesh Can buy food, cars and abodes But not […]
Read More Abating MidnightWithholding your bold Makes your heart turn cold In my life before I snuffed my shine To realize I crossed a bitter line The burden I set to leave Only deepened the grief A soldier who lost Must pay the cost For giving up on love And embrace his shine above
Read More The Shine AboveI stepped back from the ledge For sure it still exists But I make the pledge I will always persist You can push me off And I will just fl That makes you scoff Like I gave you a line But I don’t fear the coffin That makes you gasp You run from so often […]
Read More Our Grand InclineIt is an understandable impulse to want to physically hurt white supremacists. It is a matter of analyzing when it is worthwhile and not. I have spent a lot of time in the last nine months with people who did time in prison for violent crimes. Many are homeless, addicts, who as a result of […]
Read More Violence Is Not AllyshipChasing the fallout Of a disaster I chose Standing on the mount While others love to lose The chilled air makes me burn So I threw away the crown Bitter because I never learned I can’t change another’s frown Yet we are all the same Or why they worship my light I never wanted gold […]
Read More Telemetry DreamsThis essay was sparked by a writing prompt about a treasured article of clothing this Wednesday at the weekly creative writing workshop at Street Roots, an excellent newspaper covering issues relevant to the homeless in Portland, OR, also publishing their writings and allowing them to sell the papers to maintain their lives and build better […]
Read More Costume of ConformityI’m alone, but it’s OK I’ll find a place to locate I’m so, so used to it Before it was just a bit But now it’s all too much This time card I want to punch Yet you keep calling me back To provide what you and I lack It looks to be different this […]
Read More Our Special Kind
Clay The Scribe 