Clay Walker – Smile on Me [Spoken Word Poetry]

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This morning, I awoke to yesterday’s obstacles
My left foot unable to brace itself reached the floor
As the pressures of my life persistently decided
To robe my bare shoulders.

Many of days, I have tried to evade
Titles, expectations, and pedestals
Only to find myself once again
Surmounting yet another elaborate list.

Privately, I rely on my own devices
To minimize the strifes that come
From being the best of the best
Though my best in and of itself is a perilous vice.

I am as much addicted to success
As I am to porcelain veneered smiles
Guised in inimitable happiness
Refracting any signs of recklessness.

The lot of my life I arduously bear
I carry the weight with my head up
But today, my shoulders are down
I can barely stand resolute on my own.

Even I need a cheat day from smiling
A day to feel the blood in my veins
Despite the silent fear I also feel flowing
Hoping today is not the day.

Right now, I need you to smile on me
To pour your undemanding love all over me
Please, right now, breathe life back into me
Before this reckless force overtakes me–indefinitely.

©2015 Clay Walker. All Rights Reserved.

Photograph by Ti Marner

 

Clay Walker – The Power in Your Lips [Spoken Word Poetry]

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Tonight, I came fully prepared
To play follow the leader
To become a receiver of passion
Passion turned pain turned pleasure
Pleasure hot enough to smolder
Extinguishing all doubt and wonder
No distraction will pull us asunder.

Your lips have the power to reach
Deeply into my psyche.
When I am with you, I cannot think.
Words suddenly evade me
Leaving me purely with audible breathing
One syllable moaning.
I am now yearning–your kiss.

But no kiss is a kiss unless impassioned
Led by un-choreographed motions
Organic at its very best.
When you press, I press.
I bite, you bite.
When you go left, I lean right.
My body is now conspicuously enticed.

Take me where you want me to go.
Let’s forget the straight and narrow
No one has to know.
My eyes are closed.
My body is all yours.
Let’s ride this wave until the very end.
Next stop is where my lips will begin.

©2015 Clay Walker. All Rights Reserved.

Clay Walker – Do You Think of Me [Poetry]

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What does it take?
Does anyone own the remedy?
I need to exhale.
I need to escape.
I’ve tried and I’ve tried.
Yet, I’m still holding my breath.

One look at you
I see us
You on me
Me on you
My voice, your voice
My touch, your touch.
A memory far from faded
Almost tangible
When I close my eyes.
So, they stay open.

I long to have your arms
Back around my neck.
I long to have my hands
Grasping your waist.
Reassuring us.
Securing us.
Alleviating today’s stress
For the both of us.

Sadly, there is no longer an us.
There’s only me
Holding on to memories
Like a baby and his teddy.
Daily, I run from them–my thoughts.
But I can never get ahead.
When will this pain fade?
When will these memories grey?
I’m I the only one grappling?
Tell me:  Do you ever think of me?

©2015 Clay Walker. All Rights Reserved.

Clay Walker – Streetlight Protest [Poetry]

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Blue, the color of peace
But not tonight.
Tonight, blue is screaming
“Stop!”
Only to fall on deaf ears.
Anger has smothered peace
Mixing blue with red
The color of vengeance–blood.
Confusion has stirred the hatred
Which rests like the Punxsutawney Groundhog.
Tonight, there was a shadow.
So much for spring.
Brave leaders are in hiding
Evading their own motorcade targets
Leaving today’s hopeless
With less hope than yesterday.
When will change ever stand resolute?
Why can’t the sin of hate be washed
With the same cloth that has washed
The heads of those from generations past
And generations to come?
Are not we all crawling toward the same light?
The one that comes when our eyes are closed.
Are not we all questing for love?
The kind that is labeled indiscriminate.
Are not we all filled with the same truth?
The one that offends some
While binding many others.
The one that is deeply rooted
Producing generational fruits.
The one that shared beliefs shun
Yet shared believers inadvertently hone.
The truth, that we’d all rather hate
Because to love is to forgive
And to forgive is to lose your voice.
So hating perpetuates the fight
Keeping our voices heard–loudly!
Until the day the opponent concedes.
Unfortunately, the opponent is self
And no one’s self is willing to lose.
Hence the reason blue lights are screaming
And no one is listening.

©2014 Clay Walker. All Rights Reserved.

 

Welcome to My Blog!

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Many people have asked me, “How do you manage a fulltime career while pursuing your dreams?”

Well, this blog will answer that question, and more. It is designed to inspire the “9-to-5 Dreamer.” Do you have any dreams that you’d like to pursue? What are they?

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My Cure for Writer’s Block

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Some authors retreat to their writer’s corner in their home or local coffee shop, but as for me, I retreat to the room that surprises most, my guest room. 

The neutral energy resting within the room which traditionally is reserved for visitors accords me the opportunity to transcend into the colorful, dramatic, and, often, overwhelming world of writing.

In this room I feel safe. Safe to be vulnerable.  Safe to dream big.  And, safe to explore … darkness.

In this room my characters are free to roam around uninhibitedly. Have you met Christion, Sebastian, Simone, or Damien?  Each of them are awaiting to make your acquaintance.

My guest room is my cure. What’s yours?
Sound off in the comments section below.

 

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When it All Started: the Day I KNEW I Wanted to be a Writer

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In 2008, I was driving up Highway 101 headed back to my duty station when a voice said to me, “Look left.”

I immediately obeyed, and as I did, I witnessed high waves crashing into the coast line.  As I marveled at the strength of the Pacific Ocean, I then got the revelation that one day I would write a book and that my protagonist would come to this very location to seek refuge.   As soon as I returned my eyes back to the road, I noticed a sign that read “Refugio State Beach.”  It was then I knew my life had been changed.

Do you remember the day your life-changing moment occurred?
I’d love to read your reply below in the comments section.

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The First Time I Smiled

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On July 3, 2010, I smiled with glee for the first time in my adulthood.  I had completed my first manuscript.

It was not perfect, but it was complete.  I had poured out 55,000 words from my heart, and I was ready to share it with the world.

I remember feeling like I could conquer anything at that moment.  I’m smiling NOW just staring at this photo.  :)

 

 

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