I must admit, I have not been devoting the kind of time I would like to in the pursuit of happiness...for me, that is poetry. A few more things have been opening up for me in pursuit of acting. Which also brings a great deal of happiness...it's just two different kinds and it can be difficult to explain.
I am absolutely thrilled when I am engaged in both acting and poetry, in nearly any form, doing it or observing it. I just like being a part of people sharing their heart. When it come to poetry though, it seems like there is an automatic community, like no matter how different we are, when we come together as poets, we have the same heartbeat, we all know we've been down roads that could have left us stranded or in the ditch, and we pressed on, repaired our flats or hitch-hiked back to the world of pain that had us fleeing in the first place.
Actors also must bare their soul; there is a part of you that must absolutely be present in order to portray a role with any level of believability. Both require a vulnerability that is not needed in many professions outside of the entertainment industry...but there's something about the poet, that extra little courage it takes to tell your tale, not portray another person's tale but to put it out there in order to enlighten, move, rectify, resolve or any other manner of manifestations that take place when your word goes forth, as you spit your last word, holding your breath for the world to devour, or spit out?
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Sunday, August 19, 2012
Sunday, January 31, 2010
CLOSE YOUR MOUTH

Excerpt from CLOSE YOUR MOUTH
I’ve finally discovered what I’d missed;
Everyone’s happy because ignorance is bliss.
Saying what's better left unsaid;
Giving reviews on books you haven’t read.
Putting down what you haven’t tried;
Acting as if you know because of pride.
Whether old, smart, dumb or young;
It’s usually much wiser to bite your tongue.
Better to not wax eloquent with a degree that’s faux;
There’s nothing wrong with confessing “I don’t know”.
photo by Amy Ward (AWARD Studios)
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Trying to Please

Excerpt from Poem "Trying to Please"
Trying to please, I masquerade as someone else;
Am I ashamed of who I am, cannot be myself?
Why do we get consumed with what other people think?
To have fun or take the edge off some feel they have to drink.
Why do we get all wrapped up like that, I don’t think it’s just
To stake our whole life’s happiness on one made of dust.
Photo by Amy Ward (AWARD Studios)
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