Sonnet

Falling Gray

 A Mystic gray covers the town in which she sleeps, 

Unconscious breath, rising chest, haunting memories,

Sheets to help her feel secure a pillow for when she weeps,

Shaking pane, open door, wind that'd stir the sea, 

The sky sings a lullaby, dreadful but sincere,

A blinding light, burning oak, child in the storm,

Unbridled love, a broken heart, mentor for all her fear,

Drapes dance for her soft pale skin and perfect form,

The shaking frame houses loved ones in the night,

Above her roof a battle wages, of celestial light and noise,

Falling gray crashes in the elemental plight, 

Yet still and silent wrapped in cloth, she lays in perfect poise,

For why should I wake her from the palace of her mind,

Where fear is just an old friend and tragedy is kind.

Live in a Dive

This is a live recording of Me and my good friend Kallie Hancock playing at The Muse Music Cafe in Provo on April 11th, 2013

https://soundcloud.com/paul-hooze-clonts/sets/live-in-a-dive

Sahar's Story

These miles underneath my belt they don't mean a thing, to me [oh oh oh]

They built a wall straight through my home I'll climb underneath, for you [oh oh oh]

Hate has burned inside my eyes, as blood rained down, take it away [oh oh oh]

Chorus:
In my dreams [oh oh oh],
Above olive trees,
Bullets turn to doves,
With songs of peace
With songs of love

Their guns waving in my face, tell me if I come, or if I go [oh oh oh]

For centuries this holy land, raped and ravished through, I weep [oh oh oh]

The bullets flying over me, flames in my chest, beg me "run!" [oh oh oh]

Chorus

Echoes the Call to Prayer, I'm on my knees, do you hear? [Oh oh oh]

As I stare in his eyes, I know you've helped me come, to love...my enemies

Glazed

The world in their pocket it screams, it screams,
relentless it begs for all their time,
thoughts are dulled by the screen, the screen,
it eats their soul alive,

As their mouths are erased, lost in cyber space,
will the children ever learn to speak again?
A generation lost, at its own cost

Do they see the wind move the leaves, the leaves,
or watch the birds dance in the sky,
do they feel the movement of the sea, the sea,
or beauty that makes you want to cry,

As their hearts start to fade into cyber space,
will the children ever learn to love again?
a generation occupied by its own pride

Deaf to the words of the wise, the wise,
its all in the palms of their hands,
they say they have opened their eyes, their eyes,
but to see is not to understand

As their eyes are glazed fixed on cyber space,
will the children ever learn to see again?
A generation blind, Humanity is dying.

Provo

Well I've been in Provo for a week now. I must say that it has been full of job interviews, music, friends, and snow. I interviewed with two residential treatment centers, one of Monday, the next on Tuesday.I feel really good about how they went, now its just the waiting and follow-up game. Tuesday night I played an open mic at the Velour which was a really good experience for me. I had to wait outside in the frigid cold for half an hour to get on the list to play. I used the house guitar which was pretty much my dream guitar. The main guy Corey asked for my contact info as I walked out and after I thanked him for letting me play. He knows my 2nd cousin Matt Clonts which was random. I jammed out with this cool kid Dan who is an excellent drummer, he successfully put drums to almost all of my folk songs. I practiced my songs with Allison (I met her in Jerusalem) who has a pretty voice. I also jammed out with my other buddies from Jerusalem. This week I also gave a plasma donation and did some weird body composition tests for money, in other words I've sold my body to science for money to stay afloat. Since I have so many good friends here who have been waiting for me to move here for a long time I have been taken out to lunch and dinner often, these come to me as tender mercies. Its weird to be in a new place with opposite weather to what I accustomed to and unfamiliar terrain, but to be surrounded by so many people I know and love. Its been an adventure sleeping on a couch and scraping by.