Poem

He had a voice, it was as though he had a choice.
It was made of air and it made everyone stare.
And so he fought the need to return with a parting glare.
Instead he smiled, laughed over there and jumped into the air like a floating flare.

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Poem

When refridgerator raiders…
Get their hands on tele potato-matos…
And the potator haters flex their baby make-ors…

Thats when we know we need to call in help from the bella bottom beans.

They’ll shake and bake em till a snake goes wither whirl.
They’ll make their butter curl.
And in the end they’ll make those refridgerator raiders weilding tele potatoe-matos wish they never unfurled with their potator hating baby makors.

Poem

Billy. Jillian. Billy Gew. Thats how I know that I knew you.
Lauren. Morris and Borris too. Thats how I know that you ate glue.
Peter. Paul. Betty and Sue, I remember when we found that shoe.
Roger, Timmy, Thomas and Toenail. I remember when we made that cow go moo.

These are the friends I bought at the store. All my old ones were such a bore. But now if you must know, I have made so very many many more.

I met Todd sitting on a log. His face was red and his ears so big.
And then there was Ned, sitting on that fluffy bed. He told me to call him Tackey Matty, and introduced me to Milly Dew.

Robby was known for being soggy and wore big brown shoes. Maloney ate bologni and constantly said show me after shouting whew!

I met Gore while he was sore, recovering from his walk to the store.

Tommy said he was a toadstool and was really good at pool. Doug owned a filthy pug named Lug and had a girlfriend named Geri.

Now with all these friends I dont know what to do. Clearly I cant go boohoo. Sometimes I am weary, but now I know, that if I want to be happy I have to put on a show.

Now I need to call Billy, Jillian, Billy Gew, Lauren, Morris and Borris too. I need to contact Peter, Paul, Betty and Sue, Roger, Timmy, Thomas and Toenail. I’ll have to find Todd and his log, Ned also known as Tacky Matty, and let us not forget about Milley Dew. I will get Robby, Maloney, Gore, Tommy, Doug plus his pug named Lug… and even Geri too.

Now I have almost everyone, but not just yet.
I know I missing something.
What should I get?

Oh yes now I know
That something is simple.
Its simply you!

CLEAVE and the future of education

What do I want to see happen with the CLEAVE project?  In the long run I would like to see it become an alternative option for college.  I would like for it to open doorways, to show others that there is a different way to learn and for it to ignite the creative fire in the heart of the community.

When I was young my creative potential was never cultivated.  I had no mentor, there was no one in my life to serve as my guide. I had to stumble along the path of expression.  As a child loved to draw, write and play role-playing games. These activities were described as a waste of time by my father and my mother was never interested in anything I wanted to show her.  The most encouragement I received from my mother was posthumously in a letter.

In its current manifestation and in the future of CLEAVE I would like for the organization to become a creative community.  One where the members cultivate the creative talent in everyone.  I would like for it to provide guides and mentors, especially for those individuals whose family’s discourage the exploration of the arts.

The Emotional Roller Coaster of Life

Would you rather feel a refreshing breeze against your skin on a hot muggy day, or be locked into a colorful cart with thirty people?  Of course the later would also include being launched down a rail of adrenaline pumping, super twirly twisting roller coaster awesomeness.

Personally I would prefer the refreshing breeze, but I am not one to pursue thrills on rails, or amusement parks for that matter.  I’m typically the buzz kill cause I want to treat myself with a few water rides and then head on home.

Life is kind of like an amusement park, we have all these colorful sights, all sorts of people, a million lines and lots of roller coaster rides.  Of course I can’t know exactly what another person feels, but I do know this is how my life is.  Its in my nature to experience these highs and lows, twists and turns, thrills and chills.  I love how I’ve had the opportunity to experience an incredible range of human emotion.  I have tasted the bitter breath of death, while standing at the edge of oblivion.  I have melted under the rush of a mushy gushy lovey dovey crush.  I’ve squealed while dancing head over heels and experienced the greatest pinnacle of joy.  I’ve had moments where I believed myself to be superhuman and I’ve had moments where I felt no more than a squished bug.

The importance of all of these experiences is they have allowed me to empathize with the world.  They have given me the sight to see from another person’s eyes.  They have shown me that even at the worst of times, when I want to kick off my shoes and jump to the next life, that we can choose to turn around and hitch a ride, to continue our adventure in the road of life.

Poem

Beef, chicken, poptarts and glue.
I just cant get enough of you.

While I eat my favorite flavor,
Hanging out with my fun savior
I beat the heat, by taking a seat,
And I wear my hat to the side
Like a big yellow slippery slide
And Im filled with so much watah
I just gotta to holla

Later Ill be Drinking a beer with big ol daddy deer
While smores are cooked on oars.

But today, if I may.
I will say
Yes indeed, surely whirly its true,
Today wheely really will be,
The best day to chill with you.

Letters Introduction

When I was younger I decided to write myself a few letters that I could open and read at a later date.  I have never really enjoyed the idea of writing something in a journal.  I was afraid that someone would read it and judge me for my private inner thoughts.  As I have gotten older I have found peace with my most wonderful and dark parts.  If it wasn’t for the life events of these last three years this blog would not be possible.

Though I am broadcasting my thoughts and feelings to the inter-webs for everyone to see, I am actually a very private person.  I love people, but I believe that there are certain things that we should not share with others.  These things that we do not share are the elements of friendship that are given to those who earn it.

My inspiration to write this blog is to challenge myself and to hopefully guide others to the oasis of wisdom and inner peace.  With that said I am no wiser than anyone else, to make that claim would be a clear indication that I lack wisdom, for no person can truly know the wisdom of another.

If you would like to see who I was just some years ago, feel free to check back tomorrow.

It was wonderful connecting with you and I hope you have an incredible day.

Shawn White

The peace of harmony

Let me tell you about the magnificently amazing youthfulness of positive vibe.  She’s a spirit whose heart glows so beautiful her love flows from head to toe.  Whose love is so powerful no smile may fall to a frown, so sweet few refuse to greet.   This is the positive vibe that I know, the essence we all want to show, the spirit we hope never to let go.

When the sun sets over the horizon and we are left alone, we watch the sight of all of our might slip away in her final rays of light.  Her hand falls from our grasp, we tremble as we linger and waste.  We yearn to taste one more touch of her grace.

The dark beauty returns in her stead and she wreaths us in her embrace.  As she holds us we watch dream after dream crumble to dust, till we become a mountain of broken antiquity.  Our skin shrinks tightly around our fingers and the flesh of our form pulls tightly over bone.  The negative vibe of the dark beauty is eating us alive, and soon we know that we be no more than a husk of our former glory.

As we slowly lurch toward our final moments, the memory of the great positive vibe begins to disintegrate. We begin to believe that she never existed at all. Not a trace memory of her lurking about the dust bunnies and cob webs.  We begin to believe that it is as it has always has been. We feel alone and abandoned and love seems like a mystery, a fable, a simple a legend in a story book.

As we look up to say our good bye, it is then at that moment we see an ethereal sign. A glimmer, a shinny yet pale glow dancing in the sky.  A reflection beckons our eye, a lunar message with a silvery trace. Our heart and soul are laced with the silken strands of her grace, it is the voice of our long love.  Her words are soft and pure fitting us perfectly like a glove and through harmony we will find love.  She says we will see her again, and soon we shall know.  Our love, our positive vibe speaks true to our heart, she tells us that to be true to ourselves we must marry good and bad, we must love to be happy and sad.

In this slightly solar lit eve we begin to perceive the relationship of positive and negative and the arranged ever eternal marriage we have with it. The stillness of the air is no longer brutal, and the quiet is no longer unbearable.  We no longer miss the pitter patter of her feet, her sighs and musings.  We no longer miss feeling her warmth against us, nor her tender touch and the sweet kiss of her lips.

Now we have peace and harmony, for we know she will return, and upon her return she will leave once again.