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i will miss you- i did not know you walked over that line
to the other side- i imagine you will look out for us- give me a good time tonight- this valentin e sday- i have no one to feel guilty i didnt buy anything for- and no shame in not wanting anyone- it is safe to want you- you were this long haired guy that i wished i had met when i was younger- we wouldve gotten a bus and smoked a buncha weed and had sex with strangers on acid-then rode on up to frisco for a concert- i will miss having a lover like you- i wanted a man that could write a good fucking poem and tell me nothing and everthing in three words- and some how tonight - YOU ARE THE MAN' and i thank you for writng the way you did - i wanted to tell you that i was the tall skinny blonde smoking watching you read poetry one night- i was the one with the jealous boyfriend that got in a fight with a woman over dope-but those days are in the past - an maybe a few kisses for valentines day wouldnt hurt- i know ya get me- good night my friend- safe journey

Very creative and enjoyable.

Thanks for posting your creative writing tribute.

Out of respect for his name, I corrected the spelling for you. It is "Lightning" .... You spelled it "Lightening".

Thank you for writing that CS. I think it is the best thing I have read for Clay since he walked over that line.

He lived a full life,i wish it could have been longer but even so he left no chindi to trouble the living and I still feel his presence and it is friendly, kind of like those cool cats from the Naropa school of disembodied poetics. I find myself listening to more of his music and reading his poems, more now that he has gone,
I miss him too, wish we could have met up we were only two hundred and seventy miles apart. But I did get to talk to him on the phone a few times.

I wonder if I will think of him every time I see a lightning bolt flash across the big Texas sky. He got that user name from the number of times he was nearly hit by lightning, he told some spooky stories about that>
I have search for them though.<



from the Navajo*

According to Navajo tradition, when a person is born the principle of life—breath or "wind"—is put in the body by the Holy People. At death, the "wind" emerges from the spirals of the fingertips and becomes a chindi. Infants who die very young and the elderly who have lived a long and full life do not produce chindi. Interestingly, some infants who die very young are "buried" in trees.
http://www.hyattcarter.com/Death_or_.htm

fine work c-soul....a freight train of emotion rumbling down the tracks of a good man....and a good life....he was always so honest and pleasant and creative in all of our exchanges...and i mean to go back and read some of them, and possibly resurrect a few and post them....great writer and person.