Biography of Ray Clune
Once upon a time I was a WILD MAN!
However we all need to grow up some day.
I have been an addict (for all manner of things, some good and others that I would encourage anybody else to avoid) for many years.
I love my wife and daughter, Chelsea FC, music (Most) , reading, writing, cooking, sports, madness (Out-there POV's) , friendship, playing classical guitar, Pounce our Cat, Chewy our Hamster and lots of other stuff.
I really dislike, corporate greed, government manipulation of the gullible, diabetes (12 years now) , heart attacks (RIP Dad) , Parkinson's disease, cancer, cruelty to children, cruelty to adults, cruelty to animals, poor manners and bad attitudes (Respect is lost not earned in my world)
Ray Clune's Works:
Not yet - but I would imagine before 2013 is out.
Ray Clune Poems
This wind it howls, this wind it moans, A mournful eerie sound. This wind gathers fallen autumnal leaves,
Robots! ! !
METAL MEN ALL STANDING, ALL STANDING IN A ROW NO EXPRESSIONS ON THIER FACES, DEACTIVATED DON'T YOU KNOW.
Lament Of An 18th Century Hemophilliac
In a garden near a river sits a rare rose tree, The blooms that grow there in summer, Are a wondrous sight to see
The Iwant Generation
iBorn iPlay iFast Food iFunkyTrainers
Kneeling, poised, contemplating. Years in training, no more waiting. Pistol fires, you're on your way.
Kneeling, poised, contemplating.
Years in training, no more waiting.
Pistol fires, you're on your way.
This is your moment, today is the day.
Muscular, skeletal symbiosis.
To win the gold your own prognosis.