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To:  Allen Ginsberg Thank you for giving me the courage to not be afraid to write down what I’m really thinking. When I read your poem called “America” it opened up my eyes to the true nature of real poetry. From here on out everything is an open book. It is now yours to read. Thank you once again Allen Ginsberg. Thank You! Thank You! Thank You! Featured in the FREE E-Book Nine Poems. To read more visit the Hound Dog Bookstore

Drinking two beers. Listening to great music on Spotify once again.   So many great bands.  I love Spotify.   So many great old and new and different  bands  to discover.   It makes me so happy I just  want to  forget about everything.   It makes me so  happy I  just want to turn up the volume  and swim  in an  ocean  of endless music and dance  and sing  out  loud and all kinds of shit.

Speaking of things that matter and  also  of things that don't matter. (I take that back....speaking of things that only matter). Drinking three beers from Lexington, Virginia.    Vienna Lager from Devil's Backbone Brewing Company. (Wait make that four beers).  Listening to David Bowie on Spotify  and other cool artists.    (Such as the Grateful Dead). One more sip of beer then it's off to bed. Goodnight. (And sleep tight).

My name is Charlie Clouse.   But that is not important right now. I am known as a poet, a writer, an author, etc., etc.   But again that is not important right now. Forgetting the self.  Finding the true identity. I am not this body, I am not this mind.   Try to remember, try to remember, (the soul).   Need to remember this in the end.   Just spirit soul, just spirit soul. Remember to rise above and chant the names of God. Hare Krishna, Hare Rama.   Have no fear, have no doubt. Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna. Sing out, sing out. 

Empty glass of wine waiting to be filled. The bills are all paid at the moment. Just got paid the other day. Off of work and drinking beer and wine late at night. Went to the Farmer's Market earlier today and  picked up some good stuff. Right now it's a little past ten o' clock and drinking  some wine from good old California. Earlier me and my girlfriend were thinking of  things to do such as skinny dipping and other stuff. We both thought it was a good idea. Now we just need to find a nice quiet place  to try it or in other words to do it. Is this poem getting a little too personal? Maybe just a little bit but yet I still continue to  write it down even if it reveals more than you  would like to know. I'm going to get another glass of wine. 

Spooky masks and sweet candy corn treats.   Hell is unleashed on Earth for one night and for  one night only we dress up and become someone else.   We become vampires and zombies.   Wookies and Jedi knights.   Super heroes and creepy psychotic killers.   A hockey mask.   A sharp razored glove.   A white mask with black lifeless eyes.   Known mostly by their first names that  will send chills down your spine. Jason.   Freddy.   Michael.   Halloween night is the only night that we want  to be scared to death, but only if it doesn't really kill us.

A sip of beer. A bottle....no wait. One, two, three or more bottles of beer. We love beer. We want beer and it is beer that we shall have. Our minds are open. Late at night and letting ourselves go. Wandering into a world of entertainment and erotic fantasies. Stumbling into crazy dreams of uncertain but possible realities. Discovering ourselves for the first, second, or maybe even third time. Our eyes are closed. Our hearts are open. Drifting. Drifting. Drifting. Drifting further and further away off to sleep. Just sleep. Just sleep. Just....ZZZZ....ZZZ....ZZ....Z....zzzz....zzz....zz....z.

I can't stop laughing. Our words no longer matter. Yoda speaks and we understand perfectly. Time begs us to stop and stand still but we cover our ears and do not listen. A few crickets are chirping outside.

At the moment I'm on vacation. I just got back from Cape Hatteras in North Carolina. It was great to actually get away for awhile and have a nice relaxing vacation out of state for once. Okay, so here is the mini-blog essay titled "The Job". Over the years I've had several jobs that for the most part I didn't enjoy. My current job so far has been really good and I plan to stay there for awhile. I don't have any complaints and I don't dread going there like other jobs that I've had in the past. My first job which was working at a family owned fast food restaurant called "Wright's Dairy Rite" in Staunton , Virginia. I just turned 17 a week or so before I got the job. From there I learned the art of flipping burgers and making fries. I also started smoking more often. Before that I didn't smoke that much but after I started working there I became a full time smoker (I have since then quit smoking). Also during the weekends ...

Sometimes time flies by so fast that you don't even see it. Wam ! Bam ! Boom! Hi- Yah ! Ka -Pow! What the hell? What just happened. I'll tell you. Time just came by and kicked you right in the face and you didn't even know it until it was too late. Yeah, time is sneaky like that. So watch out and be careful. It could happen again.

More blank pages is what you will find inside this tiny little notebook meant for writing down poetry and other important stuff that matters. But look inside, flip through the pages. What do you see? Absolutely nothing. Not a damn word. Why is that you say? Well, it appears that Writer's Block might be here to stay for good this time. But for your sake and mostly mine, I hope not.

20 things to do before I turn 40: (in no particular order) 1. Ride on a train. 2. Go skinny dipping. 3. Write and publish a novel. 4. Record a CD of spoken word poetry (or songs). 5. Buy a house. 6. Visit Graceland (Elvis). 7. Get married to Jenny Newman. 8. Watch every "Star Wars" movie in chronological order (Including the Clone Wars cartoons and stuff). 9. Learn to surf or at least attempt to surf. 10. Go whale watching. 11. Be interviewed by the local paper or other publication. 12. See a cool band such as Pearl Jam with Jenny. 13. Get another tattoo. 14. When my car finally dies, buy a car with four wheel drive or a newer used Beetle. 15. Finish reading all those unread books on my bookshelf. 16. Visit the Grand Canyon (maybe). 17. Go to a Comic Book or a Sci-F i Convention. 18. Have a thousand dollars saved in my savings account. 19. Buy a pet cat and dog. 20. Visit Tangier Island (again) o...

Someday I'm going to write a novel. Yes, it's a dream that many of us have. But how many of us really do it? I'm sure there are a lot of people that are talented and sit down and write to their hearts content and finally realize their dream and that's great, more power to them and I wish them great success. But there are also a lot of people who say they're going to write a novel but they never start or they start writing but in the end they never finish it. Which one are you? Or does it even matter? It takes a lot of hard work to write. Not everyone has a little office or room where they can sit down drink coffee and start writing the "All American Novel". It may take months or to be more realistic years to finish writing a novel. So what, writing takes time, it's a fact. Just get over it and if you want to write a novel sit down, decide what type of novel that you want to write, and just do what feels natural even if you write one word, o...