The Art of……

Poetry.

I do not know when I started to like writing poetry. I think it has its roots in a class I took in high school. My creative writing teachers name was Barbie. Attractive lady, but what I remember most was the literary magazine she had the class author. I was an editor, and in there I wrote my very first poem. About basketball I think. Ever since, I think I took to poetry a lot due to my private nature. I have so many things I want to say, but being this shy guy limits me from saying it all. So I write. Some say I write well. Some have cried from my poetry. Some think I need loads of help to perfect the craft. Hell, this is fun for me still, my daughter’s next meal is not dependent on my writing, yet.

With that, here is my first blog entry poem. I hope to post more as the days go on. Leave me a note with all comments you may have.

All around I daily view the confines of what restricts me,
From enjoying parts of life, it’s not so difficult to see.

That hours, days are lost due to the allure of a joyous thing,
This addiction has me trapped in a hole, deep, unable to bring,
An end to this cycle which has me, strung out in a constant daze,
Can’t focus on any thing more, my interests are hard to raise.

As I try daily to quit this routine habit that surrounds,
I just end up at a point where my stresses link and compound.

The calm throughout me that my addictive property causes,
Clears my mind, decisions can be made without many pauses.

Although I know that too much good only unevens the scale,
And the slew of bad may become a weight too much to entail,
I must find a way to make this need coexist with my being,
For if gone unchecked I risk losing all that I am seeing.

Day One: “Why so serious?”

Let me just get it out there, I’m beyond stoked to see the latest Batman movie. That’s my all time favorite fictional character. The character of Bruce Wayne/Batman, to me, speaks upon so many issues we all face everyday. Being the person the world wants you to be versus being the person who you know you are. In the comics, Bruce Wayne is arguably the alter ego of Batman. As Bruce, the character always seems out of place, or a facade of a person. How many people, daily, are like Bruce Wayne. Being an image of who the world wants us to be while we sit idle, toiling and waiting for the time for when we can be who we are.

So this blog, to me, is my Bat-Cave. My ideas are my Bat-arangs, my words are my latest Bat-suits.

I’m ready to become the person I want to be, the author I want to be. Let’s do this.

First Words

This is just an introductory message welcoming all visitors who have stumbled onto this blog.  I plan to share my ideas, words, etc. here and hopefully gain some insight into how to become a better writer. Let me know what you think!