I'll Wait: A Throwback Video

I’ll Wait: A Throwback Video

I’ll wait is a poem I wrote in 2014 and a throwback video. It performed well on my site, so I did a poetry reading recording of it for YouTube. It then did pretty well on YouTube and is one of my throwback posts.

My throwback posts are my attempt to highlight some of my older work to display my growth, while making sure the work is properly promoted.

I will wait for inspiration to come
for thoughts like a word bubble 
to appear above my head.

I will wait 
until my mind is ready
and my brain turns on
like a computer boting up.

I will wait until my body tells me
it is time to write
and then when patience is no longer needed
and inspiration comes
I will write.

I will write 
watever my mind tells me to write.
My mind whispers to my fingers
and what is scribbled 
in the thought bubble above my head.
When I know what to write
I will ready my body
unleash my mind
and write
but until then
I will wait.
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If you would like to read more of my poetry please take a look at my portfolio. You can also watch a few of my poetry readings.

DreamWard Bound series

Different Jobs (Dreamward Bound)

Through out my life I have worked for 10 very different companies and had 11 different jobs. In college I also had a bunch of different career oriented experiences, primarily in the theater.

Notice that each of the companies had jobs, not careers. I could have turned any of those jobs into careers if I wanted to. However, besides working in my college scene shop and at a theater after college I knew they would be just jobs. I would not build a career around cleaning kennels or canvasing for a non-profit campaign.

Each of the very different jobs helped my journey. I learned lessons in each role I performed. The lessons ranged from learning what a toxic environment looks like to how I could truly motivate and support people.

Each job and role brought me down my life’s path and gave me experiences I can use in my art.

For years I thought I was starting my journey too late. I was behind in life and failing at being on my path. I was looking at my life and saying it wasn’t enough. In my mind I was stationary and stuck.

I now see I was always on my path; moving along in my life. I’m not behind in anything, because there are no markers for my life. I cannot compare my journey to anyone else’s or even my imaginary milestones, because that has nothing to do with my life or journey.

If I had different life experience my art would be different; my life would be different. I would be different.

If we all were on the same path expressing your heart and soul through art would be pointless. It would all be the same and devalue art itself. Even if only artist had the same path and learned the same things at the same time art would then loose something important.

It is because we are all on our own individual journeys that sharing our stories is important. We are telling people they are not alone in creative ways. Artists also show their audiences that it is okay to be different. You can still connect with people even if you’re odd.

All that to say, I now know the value of my struggle to claim my art and life. I now know the pleasure of readying myself to be a full time professional artist, because I’ve known all the other types of jobs I could fall into.

I’m ready for my creative career and that is a leap dreamward bound.

The Storm Outside (A Poem)

poetry

Shh the only sound you hear
is the crashing of the waves.
The only wind near
is a breeze saying a storm will come.
Wake up today
no danger really awaits.
Get ready and start
there is no reason to wait.

As you shower the winds may pick up
the breeze will turn.
The storm is still brewing.
The weather is still ramping.
The outside should be safe.

Get ready and go,
the storm is still safe.
Drive to work,
it is only wind.
I, the weather, will wait.
I will wait until you do drive.

Now that you are in your car,
now that you think you will drive far,
I will come with an angry gust
and throw my tears your way.
Now the storm is raging on,
so turn around and stay inside.

I, the weather, will wait no longer.
You are awake and ready
but can go no further.
Turn around and watch all that I am,
as I hit your home with angry gusts of wind.

Yeah, that was my morning.