Sunday, April 26, 2009

El Random Poet

Yes, I performed poetry in front of others and let me tell you something, I loved it. I loved every moment of it, the attention, the fact that people liked what I had to say and the fact that I was doing something I truly love. The cool thing was that I wasn't nervous at all, least not to the point that my hands were shaking or I was loosing my voice. No, I kept cool under pressure and I read my stuff.

One cool thing I did that people related to was me telling my story about how in the 6th grade I wrote a poem about riding my bike. One of the idiot kids got a hold of it, read it out loud and basically got everyone to laugh at me for writing something like that. Kids are evil, I know and I talked about how far along I would be right now if I continued writing poetry. The past was then and now it's time to make up for lost time.

I had fun both at the workshops and at the readings. Saturday night was a RARE treat because so many talented and amazing poets showed up and brought their best stuff. I was moved in more way than one and by just watching everyone else, I was inspired to continue on with my writing and poetry. I just have to continue chipping away at it and writing, writing and writing. I'm not shy about reading in front of others so i just have to come up with stuff to read. None the less, I feel like I'm on the right path again. So with out further adieu, one of the poems I read at the epitaph.

El Random Hero

He can kill with the best of them

Quick to shoot with words, but soft enough to heal

He lived on "Random" days expecting the next to the his last

His pen was his lightsaber, it's the one that reads "BAD ASS MUTHER FUCKER"