Clay and Main

"Prayer of Protection" - Artwork by Milagros Palmieri

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Clay and Main

I want to write a new testament of changes made in your name

About the new life I live and about the God I dance with

I feel like a child, so full of life...animated and free

You answer every prayer, and for that I am grateful

Every day I pray to you passing the corner of Clay and Main

I meditate going Sunday driving speeds as cars pass me by

I cannot get past that street unless I lift my voice and praise your love for me

I ask and receive blessings, and it never is forgotten

Even though my friends doubt you exist

And these words may cause discomfort for some

I proclaim my faith not as an affront to shame or disclaim

Your beliefs, but I am simply expounding upon what drives me

Past those streets every day...

It is what gives me the courage to speak

And go beyond what any doctor or shrink has done for me

And so I plead do not turn away in hatred, my brothers and sisters

Though I walk the path of Christ I hear your doubts and I hear them well

I am not here to place judgment upon you or convert you to my side

I am simply sharing a part of who I am, which has given me new life

I trust that you will know that I speak out of love when I say

That I have no intention of changing you, and in fact I never could

But God bides his time and his path is there for you to decide

And if you deny that it exists, I’ll love and accept you regardless, but please know this

Respect my sensibility and the reality of my deepest relationship

I am closer to him than two lovers intertwined

When your words cast him aside, you cast me aside, and it hurts

I love you my atheist brothers and sisters, and I wouldn't change you for the world

Everyone finds their own path in the end, we will all meet at death’s door in due time

Regardless of what we believe...I know this…that we should all live as one and coexist

Otherwise we will give into petty differences, and what we all need is love

So I will continue to pray when I pass the corner of Clay and Main

I will continue speaking to the one who hears my every thought and who knows my name

You will go on in this world singularly as one individual on your own

But this I do know, we will never truly ever be alone

Love is the great uniter when passion’s heat divides

And perhaps we shall all in the end meet, by and by...

Copyright Adam Gaile 2013

Murderville

Murderville

In the streets of murderville there lies the bones of manifest destiny

Willowing and decaying away in the hot dry Montana sun

There in those streets children run with spray paint and guns

With tattooed faces telling stories of hatred and bitterness

Rival gangs fall as corruption overtakes them

In an array of splattered blood and pools expanding on concrete

A century ago their wild horses trod across dusty plains

Canyons spreading wide like the mouths of orphaned children

Now living off of ramen noodles and broken promises

Where our ancestors primordial birth of pure humanity praised the sun and the mountains...

The sky, the eagle, the bear, the buffalo, and holy waters 

A sage sacrifice naming those who would come after them...

Inheritors of a land that was long ago stolen...

We decimated their people...their land and their culture

Replaced it with Pepsi ads and I-phones, plasma screens, and highways

They were here a millennium before the white man came to rape their daughters and impale their sons

Upon flagstaffs of red, white, and blue...and pride, and greed, and now forgetfulness

We have executed innocent lives in the form of politics of expansion

I am not a nay-sayer nor am I a traitor for pointing out the realities of a history of murder

I speak as a purveyor of truth, and what was done to those innocent brown-skinned souls

Will continue in our own backyards, our own streets, our own schools, our own churches...

If we continue to feed voting machines designed to deny us the same God-given rights of freedom and humanity.

And in the dawn when corrupt devils' reveal their disgusting rotten teeth

There will be an epiphany of revelations upon those desecrated

Truth of humanity will show it’s brazen bones as that of wild beasts

Attacking innocent lives that were created out of nature's awakening

We will pay the ransom held by their personage and their offspring forever-after

A reminder of the evil that dwells within men who praise progress and innovation

Over the purity of the human spirit

There will be a day soon to come…

Where we will all weep and mourn over those who were once called

Grandmother and Grandfather...Americans no more. 


Copyright Adam Gaile 2013

Tripping

Tripping

Experiencing the chemical fumes and vapor
Illustrious alimony
We serve cold spaghetti-o’s -outta the can - dinners
And Kool-Aid stained counter tops attracting banana flies
Oh the murk and mire of the hobble hotel
The filth, the fury...the ecstatic hum and vibration
Twisting me in place, stuck in the void...the hole
Reverberating skulls, and déjà vu anthems blasting away into the universe

Two packs of Camel crushes a day 

Check

Two to three cans of Monster 

Check

Scooby Snax, coke bottle murky tea, screens and lot’s of water

DOUBLE CHECK

We’re on a mission to experience glorious death awake in our bodies
Giving nutcracker statues names and talking to closet doors
Tripping...tripping...hoppity hop...tripping
...down the rabbit’s hole.


Copyright Adam Gaile 2013