The Man in the Fog
Do you know that man who is always talking. Always thinking of theories that might have math behind them but he does not care because he did not get past college Algebra. He cuts and pastes History Channel specials and independent documentaries with some of everything he ever watched on TV and maybe read somewhere ...
The Cult-de-Sac
I’m still here Clicking away As my life slips away Not playing a game No act, no shame I’m still here My head ready to explode So self righteous I may be Thinking there is more for me I’m still here With an intellectual hunger Never having felt so marginalized Needing to surround myself with ...
True North
So many are searching For belonging For a group For groups have power For social creatures For social ventures Gardens better Fishes longer Creates together Living through each other We design legacy Through our stories Of prophets Of philosophers Of forgiveness There are mystics Walking among us Infinite in their source Love their true North ...
The Mobile Child
Lives are lived
Tethered to our files
Locked to our desks
Texting while driving
Ignoring the park and child
Corey Shay
I’m a software engineer now, which means I’m a programmer, and I write code in C++ mostly. My specialty is audio for games. Most recently launched Planetside 2 at SOE, and previously at Rockstar Games, I worked on Red Dead Redemption and Midnight Club. In 1997 I started with an interest in audio engineering, so I attended Full Sail, graduated with an AS in Recording Arts, worked in Jacksonville at a crappy recording studio for a year, then freelance recording local bands, at the same time went back to Full Sail to teach for 4 years.
The Inferiors
We are all savages Seen through the eyes of our culture From the eyes of the Union soldier To the eyes of the Indian Chief Both know there is no ending To the killing To the blood That is coming For progress is a virus It presses hard across the prairie Where once there was ...
The Physics of Sound
In games you knock a glass bottle down It falls over onto its side, it rolls around, It hits the floor and shatters All three dimensional modeled matter Created by object physics simulation code All the sounds we hear All the movement we steer All the forces of realism we seek to mold The simulation ...
The Word
In the beginning was the word Spoken from the mouths of babes No nouns or pronouns No verbs to express First only grunts to digest Pain the first sound Formed into action The first scream of birth To the last gasp of air, we search All cultures and nations Use words to question creation Through ...
Beasts of the World Wide
The double helix knows. Our time capsule we have begun to unfold. Perplexing in its simplicity. The building blocks of life. Embedded data of all generations, all the way back to the first man. The first migration out of Africa. It marks time in its steps. Ticking through, it accepts all. Knows no color. G ...
Coming up for Air
The symptoms begin
It becomes hard to breathe
It becomes hard to be
Fight or flight
There is no turning right
The Lascaux Data File
we keep updating the cloud kneeling before it like a golden calf we struck a rock with a staff watched all community gush out where the data flows no one knows of future server droughts all back ups dried and worn with all fears and doubt all videos and photos torn no relationship to restore ...
The Howl of a Generation
Let’s take a second and think What if all those who have left Are sitting up there watching What if they see us shooting Each other and not helping Pointing fingers and blaming The big man on the cloud When he looks down Would he be proud Would he understand This is how I made ...
The Ghosts of Slavery
Struggling to free itself , the stone constrains. From another plane this flesh and bone has come. Native American civilizations destroyed for fertile land. Africans from a village overseas struck from a block of granite.
Another Day at the Beach
We sit here all in silence Waiting for the clicking machine The magnet that is not seen To scan our brains The setting is a waiting room Hospital gowns worn by all Except by our partners down the hall And the wife of the man in the wheelchair The minutes tick by Tempers begin to ...
No Crying Allowed
We live before you In the wild brush Beasts in the water’s crush Beating our chests To survive Half alligator Half catfish Drinking through the storm Growing strong and thick Do not plug us into walls When we get sick When I am gone Show them your guns Tell them where you’re from In this ...
do not waste this hour
Right These words flow like an ocean knows no bounds. Plastic sugar-coated desserts and calories bloated. Over-stuffed Christmas bodies floated. Semi-automatic assault poem from right to left. Two hemispheres clash to test the worst and best. Left I should have gone to law school. Focused on money not art. Where to start. Let’s make it ...
Let Us Pray
A binary system does not exist. We are more complex. We are interconnected. But another spree killing might make us reevaluate the demons we fight when we pray. When we vote. When we legislate. For evil takes on infinite forms. It is the bullets sprayed into the unsuspecting mass. It is the thoughts that formed ...
Rinse and Repeat
I hold them tighter now see their beauty how they glow inside time passes so fast another school shooting punched me in the gut woke me from a rut from material matters something about a fiscal cliff or slope or curve economic gloom something about a war in a distant land troops deployed without a ...
Echo
the whale was smart evolving back to the start into the ocean blue no crowded avenues swimming instead of walking floating instead of sitting ruling instead of killing everything in its domain the one that got away slipped back in evolving arms into fins evolving away from sin so it could be free living naturally ...
The man who had everything
I think of you in your tower are you looking down watching us move around are you in a bathrobe martini in hand nursing a hangover from the party last night do you see us scurry with might from point a to b do you wonder in dismay how can they live this way paycheck ...
