Publishing

There is a book in the works. A collection of poetry, prose, blogs, and creative free writing. I am still in the process of combining from so many notebooks tossed aside over the years and scraps of paper kept in files. Going through such old emotions and seeing where I've come is an intense experience. Most of these writings I have not seen in over ten years but they still hold so much truth and emotion because they were written with nothing but heart. Although my heart, for many years, was broken and hurting its nice to see the transformation into brighter days and more recently into love.

The bulk of the work is done, but decisions to be made still are whether or not to have them printed through a self-publishing company or to just simply make them myself. Literally build the books my self, so then every single one is a unique custom piece of art?

Once the compiling is done, or at least to a stopping point, I will be posting more about the layout, design, and the final outcome of the book here as well.

Sacrifices are Being Made

Sacrifices must be made to follow this path.
Withdrawing from personal interaction
I have put myself in a position
Far from contact

Like a drug, personal relationships bring me to life
But without them, I am insufficient and broken

I am addicted to people and music
Many these days seem
fearful of starting new conversations
Running, hiding, avoiding

Breaking in half from withdrawals as friends go on with their lives
Re-focus on changing the outside to match the inside

Days will come when I can enjoy the path I have taken
But for now, work, work, play, work
Seven times down, eight times up

Happy Memories Long Since Passed

Riding the bus through my old stomping grounds,

I can’t help but think of you.

So many memories come flooding in

I can’t stop the biggest grin on my face

We have talked many times in the recent past

But its time for me to visit

Your eyes, your happiness, brings me joy

I can only hope to be closer to you

Although we live in different worlds

We can still be together, if only as friends

That’s fine by me as long as you smile and

Continue to bring beauty into my world.

Friends made for a lifetime

Hours of walking and talking

I have grown fond

Of looking into your eyes

Often staring back in confusion

So rarely do we take advantage

of our communication skills

Until chosen to learn a new language

Searching for words, for each other

Your smile is unforgettable

My words get lost in your eyes

Your last goodbye hug

Put a stamp on my heart

As I fly around the globe

My thoughts don’t wander far

Trying to keep up as you progress

Finding my way back into your arms

For just one more hug

The flight alone would be worth it

But to see you once again

And look into your eyes, priceless

Out of all the wishes

I have made in this life,

I wasn’t expecting you.

New feelings once lost

I once thought it manly to hold back, not cry,

And repress all emotion, this couldn’t be farther from the truth.

It is much more difficult to feel every emotion

But how you deal with them is really what matters most

Willingness to feel everything in every moment, allows for

Further development and understanding

I have learned what love means to me,

Not by shutting it out but by embracing it all.

How can we presume to know love without both the ever so positive and

The equally important negative?

Life and Times in Siena, Italy

Here's the link to my blog in Siena, along with all of the other students from my program.

Siena Word Press Blog

Reflection

I am a direct reflection of the people I am with.

Our creative beauty is a constant collaboration.

Shifting through forms flawlessly as an ocean tide

Embarking on journeys that carry us to unknown shores.

I am here to try to make sense, find reason for the unfathomable.

Showing those without awareness that each path is their own.

Often uncovering the obvious for those who cannot see,

is an important, quite painful task with no room for sentiment.

Happiness found beyond the horizon of understanding

At the moment of impact is difficult to believe in.