INSPIRATIONAL MOMENT
Introspection For Life
Don't let the not so clear moments in life discourage you from trying and exploring new relationships, options to achieve your goals or whatever you think stands in your way. As I embark on the next stage in my life, I am reminded of all the people around the world, I love, and whom have supported my dreams. Memories of every moment shared, and warmth fills my heart to know that no matter what I am truly blessed to know you. And, as the poem says: "At times friends part..." simply means we are not near each other to be close. It doesn't mean we've parted indefinitely.
With this introspection, let me hear from my audience of readers what most resonates with you in life and the emotions you feel when you read my poetry.
Thank you for taking the time and effort to constructively write your thoughts and an opening to know you better.
Don't let the not so clear moments in life discourage you from trying and exploring new relationships, options to achieve your goals or whatever you think stands in your way. As I embark on the next stage in my life, I am reminded of all the people around the world, I love, and whom have supported my dreams. Memories of every moment shared, and warmth fills my heart to know that no matter what I am truly blessed to know you. And, as the poem says: "At times friends part..." simply means we are not near each other to be close. It doesn't mean we've parted indefinitely.
With this introspection, let me hear from my audience of readers what most resonates with you in life and the emotions you feel when you read my poetry.
Thank you for taking the time and effort to constructively write your thoughts and an opening to know you better.
POETRY
POEM - INFINITY FOR ART 2010
I have infinity for the arts, writing, and photography.
Travelling is my most treasured hobby.
It allows my time to be filled with the joy and magic of the destination.
The ambiance hits my face like an overly excited dog greeting me at the front door.
Melding all five senses to have the truest experience of the destination.
Completely mesmerized by its cultural landmarks, and delicious cuisine.
Photo-worthy experiences to cherish long after the relaxing week is over.
Sometimes the best picture is taken with no adjustment of lighting or staging.
This is rare but it can happen, if you have patience to find those types a shots.
You've come so far to find this treasure there is no greater feeling.
Life can be mirrored in the same way, as an example for how we live, and love.
Other times a fresh new perspective releases endorphin's allowing for the most creative energies to emerge.
A day when the wind blows in a different direction, leading you to the unexpected, the indulgence of something new.
Another day with all the possibilities like the sand between your toes and nothing to end this moment in time.
Those are the moments of impact that cause someone to take charge and do something unpredictable,
out of all the preconceived norms.
When the sunlight hits your face and all you can do is take your lover close to you and kiss like you haven't kissed in years.
From the aching of your life yesterday, to the blossoming of today, hold onto those moments and tomorrow, don’t think,
don’t act, let the radiance of the day envelope your spirit, grasp the hand of your partner and let the granules of togetherness
lead each other renewed.
POEM 2 - Go Away 2011
I had to go away to find myself.
You took too long to notice I was gone.
We were wrapped up in the memories "us".
Having a hard time letting go and moving on independently.
So many times it hit me we weren't in the same city.
Everything I did and saw, I tried experiencing it without you.
But I was too frail to fully enjoy it.
Hurt me to know we were all in the past.
Venture to think what would have been if all had gone right.
Would be as good together without the woes of life?
I had to go away to find myself, and the only face I saw in that place was you!
You took too long to notice I was gone.
We were wrapped up in the memories "us".
Having a hard time letting go and moving on independently.
So many times it hit me we weren't in the same city.
Everything I did and saw, I tried experiencing it without you.
But I was too frail to fully enjoy it.
Hurt me to know we were all in the past.
Venture to think what would have been if all had gone right.
Would be as good together without the woes of life?
I had to go away to find myself, and the only face I saw in that place was you!
POEM 3 - ORIGINAL CREATION 2011
Prequel: Story of the following poem and where I take my muse.
I want to write something original that is compelling with a moral. A piece that has not been written a thousand times. How many movies can you watch with the same plot? Does the ending ever change? Even through the enjoyment of your favorite actors, scenery, and observations of the writer, often the ending becomes stale and predictable? Every story has a purpose even the true to life Lifetime TV stories. You know the movies about constant assaults and domestic violence, where the women triumph by its end?
With every plot illustrating the hardships of life and then some fantastic moments such as falling in love.
All stories explain how life works from the perspective of the writer and reflecting the personality of that person.
I find the most intriguing stories are the ones that are daring, suspenseful, and unpredictable.
A true vision of endless possibilities and an ending to a story that is not violent but riveting.
"I want to take charge of my life. And be dedicated to my goals and prospects. By following through and surprising myself
in the success of it." Who doesn't want this, to have a burning desire to achieve everything and anything.
Original Creation Poem
Original creation where I see a plot taking bucket loads of hard earned sweat and energy.
Requiring a lot of topic research and man hours, possibly recruiting experts to draw together a consulting team.
I see a plot where the characters are not average and not a stereotype.
Eccentric people living eccentric lives interacting and continuously challenging themselves by testing their limits.
But, inevitably in Hollywood, every story has been told thus the evolving sci-fi and space plots to test new waters.
Classic films are remade for the enjoyment of the current generation.
I appreciate the original creation of the movie but respect the remakes so it can live on.
Remakes are popular for movie-makers but the audience often finds the new one a flop.
When movie-makers, start altering original material or omitting it this infuriates me, most especially for a true story.
The end of the 2-hour entertainment is coming its closing credits and for a time saver the ending is abrupt and not satisfying.
So, what do I have to write about?
What original story can I come up with?
Originality is only what you make it to be.
As long as my story differs from the others?
The uniqueness of me, my view, my take on issues, the passion I see for my characters, plot, and imagery.
All making it my own, the stories may repeat itself but the ending isn't always the same; outside of Hollywood.
I will be an original creation, with original thoughts, and original tastes.
After all, it is my thoughts and feelings that make up something entertaining to read.
The essence of my story is...
stare myself down 2013
Staring myself down in the mirror.
Looking far into the distance.
Miles and miles to the nearest anything.
Faintly seeing my shadow fade away.
A face I no longer recognize.
Who am I to be standing here.
Wasting away here in my misery.
Casting away the hurt that has been done to me.
Messed up in this circular madness as it is reoccurring.
From dark to light, fade into the night.
Once it was said to me, to not let the negativity drag me down.
To find the purity in the future, and cleanse my soul of the ones who broke me down.
When life is just a mystery look towards your inspirations.
Shed the tears from all the fears.
Led the spirits guide to a wiser being.
Still looking in the mirror, a stranger staring back at me.
The image of me seems to slowly reappear.
Walking towards me with steps of conviction.
Don’t want to stop being me.
But to understand what is wrong, one must change with the times.
Road signs will lead you to safety.
All you need to do is trust.
Rivals won’t have the upper hand.
For that is too much power to release.
I hear the radio song "Home" sing “Settle down it will all be clear.”
Misty eyed, I believe in the spirit of its intent.
Guide me to sight when I am blind.
Everyone around asks for help but you fear to ask why me.
Stare them down without reaction questioning the motives.
Help when I feel like contributing.
And if I would make a difference.
See its strange to me, the relationship doesn't go both ways.
Stare me down, who do I see now?
Fill me with hopefulness to replace doubt.
Paint me a portrait to display as you see me.
La, la, la, la.
Faithfully, I return to me.
Looking far into the distance.
Miles and miles to the nearest anything.
Faintly seeing my shadow fade away.
A face I no longer recognize.
Who am I to be standing here.
Wasting away here in my misery.
Casting away the hurt that has been done to me.
Messed up in this circular madness as it is reoccurring.
From dark to light, fade into the night.
Once it was said to me, to not let the negativity drag me down.
To find the purity in the future, and cleanse my soul of the ones who broke me down.
When life is just a mystery look towards your inspirations.
Shed the tears from all the fears.
Led the spirits guide to a wiser being.
Still looking in the mirror, a stranger staring back at me.
The image of me seems to slowly reappear.
Walking towards me with steps of conviction.
Don’t want to stop being me.
But to understand what is wrong, one must change with the times.
Road signs will lead you to safety.
All you need to do is trust.
Rivals won’t have the upper hand.
For that is too much power to release.
I hear the radio song "Home" sing “Settle down it will all be clear.”
Misty eyed, I believe in the spirit of its intent.
Guide me to sight when I am blind.
Everyone around asks for help but you fear to ask why me.
Stare them down without reaction questioning the motives.
Help when I feel like contributing.
And if I would make a difference.
See its strange to me, the relationship doesn't go both ways.
Stare me down, who do I see now?
Fill me with hopefulness to replace doubt.
Paint me a portrait to display as you see me.
La, la, la, la.
Faithfully, I return to me.