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Clint, this is your God—the one that you’ve been making. Here I am, as real as something could be. What are you doing? Why would you let her go? Fight for her. Love her. Be honest with her. Love truly, love well, and all will be well in your life. I promise you, Clint, if you love well, you will experience joys you never imagined. If you love well, you can become a miracle. Love with all your heart and soul. Let it be more than your fears. Love her, Clint. Love her as best yo

I am fire I am free Watch as the flame dances inside of me I am fire  I am heat Watch as my soul turns the whole world to gold I am the spark I am passion Watch as I take pain and transmute it into art I am fire I am you Watch as the light spreads through the night I am fire I am the fight Watch as the revolution begins again I am fire I am the raging warmth in the soul of the unknown Watch as the world unites  I am the fire I am the ash Watch me rise again and again  Until t

To take a leap of faith  Into the arms of another To take a chance  On your dreams To take a stand Against what everyone else believes  To perform In front of a thousand watching eyes  To live a life Without a web of elaborate self-deception and lies To mold yourself And not be molded by the shame you once felt To be humble enough To ask for help To risk everything in every moment Just to be honest To give others the space To be free To amplify the ones you love And to never

Sweat and blood dropped down his face, hitting the mat underneath his feet.  But he was still smiling.  How was he still smiling? Surely he's in agony. He had to have been exhausted beyond belief.  The. Man. Just. Kept. Coming. Forward.  I reckon he is possessed.  Broken bones. A broken nose. A broken home. All alone. He kept smiling. He kept pushing forward.  His eyes were alive. I swear he slowed down time. This dude, he has to be out of his damn mind.  He was kind before.

“He's a little man,” he said.  “How can a man like him take care of her? “He's a degenerate. “He's a weasel. “He's weak. “He’s lazy.” “He’s a dreamer. “He’s a lover. “He’s a ‘free spirit’. “He’s an insecure semi-intellectual. “He’s narcissistic. “He has sad eyes. What the hell does he have to be so sad about? “He’s small. “He’s no one. “How can a man like him take care of her?” “Well, let’s just let him love her and see what happens,” she said.  “You want us to wait and see?

The odds of getting a book traditionally published is about 1-2%.  95% of all the books sent to publishers get rejected.  80-82% of people say that they have a book inside of them they want to write some day.  15% of them actually start to write a book.  3% actually finish their book.  And fewer than 1% will ever see their book get published.  That means 0.1% of the entire population will write a book.  What a life.  Even if you are the 1% of the %1, The odds of ever making a

Rainer once said, “ The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things. ” Huh . . . That's strange to me because I never knew a beer that could talk. I've drank a lot of Rainer and never heard one speak philosophy to me.  . . . Holy shit, dude, Rainer Maria Rilke said it.  Oohhh . . . Is that like an IPA?  The poet!  Huh? The poet! What the hell does a poet know about being defeated by greater and greater things?? Probably more than you.  Doubt it. CH 11/19/2

The sun has always set right on top of me  The end  Of the day  Used to greet me  Like it was an old friend And after my friend would set There always came Darkness  So much darkness  Wherever I would go    I had friends and family        But was always alone  For 33 years the sun set on me        That’s the West for you, though But now Here It rises  Here it rises A pilgrimage across the country        Chasing the rising of the sun         To be with someone who is          

“Let me say, at the risk of seeming ridiculous, that the true revolutionary is guided by great feelings of love.” -Che Guevara If we have the potential to slip into a ‘Meaning Crisis’—like some philosophers suggest we presently have—like the suicide rates and spikes in poor mental health probably confirm—then we have the potential to slip into something like the opposite of a ‘Meaning Crisis’.  I’ll call our revolution ‘The Love Epidemic’, And my vision for it is the opposite

I suppose that      Some of us hope The person we are in love with             Will love themselves                 As much as we love them.  And for that, my love,             I am deeply sorry.  I know it's asking a lot of you.               But just know,                  You are worthy of this love.                 You always were.                  I’m just a mirror,                  Here to remind you about                    Who you’ve always been.  I will

“Why do you want to do it again?” he asked skeptically, his brow furrowing.          “Because I know I can.” “And that's enough of a reason for you?”                    “Sure is.” CH 11/19/25

Remember, Remember, the Fifth of November, “People should not be afraid of their governments, governments should be afraid of their people.” The gunpowder Treason and Plot; Let me ask you, do you believe in that sentence? Do you support the idea that governments should be afraid of their people, not people afraid of their governments? Well then, congrats, you are a revolutionary; for the revolution starts with the ideas of who we should be, and not the acceptance of who we

Firstly, I'd like to start off this letter to you by saying that this is me, Clint C. Haugen, not ‘The Writer’ or ‘The Fighter’. This isn't Owen, or Paul, or Aslan (You'll see some day). This is just me. No gimmicks. No poetry. No imagery. No philosophy. And no psychology. ‘The Voice' some of y'all claim to hear is absent from this. This is me to you, human to human. No art. No self-deprivation. No poop jokes. I’m not pretending to be Hemingway here; or Holdon; or Bukowski; o

Deja vu A mirage of a memory A not so distant history A strange moment Life is funny, isn’t it? There’s an irony to it I remember her from my past life A dream in a dream in a dream It seems That these day dreams Influence what I believe And what I believe Changes what I see A memory of a memory of a memory  Of the man I used to be The day Or time Or season Or place Fades  It shifts It morphs And blends together in the mind Is today new? Or is today deja vu? Is it the same ti

The things we can do With just our hands and our souls Is so much more Than we assume With just a brush and some paint With just a guitar With just a feeling With just a whim With what we have within With just our minds With just our hands and souls We can transcend a moment And become so much more then it With just one song With just one day With just the words we need to say With just a look And with just a single book We can grow And inspire others We can remind the world

“Your nervous system doesn’t respond to the world as it IS; it responds to the world as you THINK it is.”  “Says who??” “Science.” “Psh. Who’s science?” “THE science.” “Eh, I don’t buy it.” "Nothing means anything except the meaning you give it.” “Huh? Listen, my guy, relax. Take a breath. Life isn’t a problem to solve. Reality isn’t a mystery, it is an experience. Take a drink. Have a smoke. Watch a show. Have sex. Let it all go. The ride will be over before you know it. Don

Days like this one Where I could drown in a booze And smoke a jungle And still feel too much Because I finally opened up And let someone in What a mistake What another tragic mistake To love And be loved Is to be poisoned With no antidote  There is only death From love Love only  brings death, I’m almost certain of it  Love’s equal opposite is inevitable The scariest villain of them all always wins in the end,  death . . . Yet, The Green Knight Marches forth To meet his inevi

A vulnerable submission As she lets me in Inside all of her Her soul Her bones Her desire Her eyes Her life She lets me inside all of it I can see it in her eyes Permission To take her And love her And I Give her the same look with my eyes I submit She gets all of me All of me deep inside of her Two people Becoming one Merging together Two life lines Two minds Two souls Intertwined Stopping time Nothing but breath, flesh, pleasure, desire And love True love Making it  And exp

The violin  Stirs something within A bravery I didn’t have a minute ago A new soul  A fire that has a desire to spread A motivation to become something more The violin  Stirs something within  And the heroes journey begins again The imagination goes rampant The day dreams scream It all feels within my grasp Like I actually have a chance To make a real difference  To be somebody The piano comes in Doing a dance with the violin And I swear I could fly With this music I want to

I told the lady that I liked her ‘Mantis’ tattoo on her arm.  She blushed and thanked me.  I asked her if there was any symbolism behind it. (You should never ask a lady if there is any symbolism behind their tattoos. Trust me .) She stuttered and avoided my eyes, as she explained to me that she liked the artist and wanted to support him.  But then she said, still stuttering, that she liked ‘The Mantis’ because they eat their male partners after sex.  I said, “Ooooohhhhh, tha