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10,774 Days

You are closer today
To who you want to be
Than if you wait until tomorrow
To start your life make over,
Cause tonight your life could
Change forever more
And then you’ll never know
If you could’ve been
All that you’d hoped for;

A moment can change
The rest of your life,
And any plans you’ve made
Will all be in strife,
Cause you might only have
10,774 days to live this way
And if you wait until you wake
On the morning of day 10,775,
You may find what’s waiting for you
Is a completely different kind of life.

So whatever your dream may be
And as crazy as it seems,
Whether it’s making movies,
Or backpacking through a thousand cities,
If you want to fall in love or learn to paint
Or dance on bars until you puke and faint
Just start taking your first steps toward it today,
And believe me when I say,
Don’t look back and don’t think twice,
This is your life and it won’t always be this nice.

If you wait long enough to live
You’ll run out of days to seize
Out of moments to freeze
And out of memories to make,
Cause no matter how fast
You think you can run,
You’ll either run out of steps
Or run out of road before you’re done.
So don’t wait for your 10,775th day to dawn,
Go out and start living your life on day one,
And you may have 10,000 days to do
All that I wish I could’ve done.

Story of A Writer

Sometimes I just stare at the wall

Asking it to give me a sign.

I don’t know what I’m looking for,

Maybe I’m just wasting time.

 

I’ve got a hard drive full of dreams

And all the paper a writer needs,

But when the words don’t come out right,

I may as well just call it a night

 

And say let the whiskey flow

Right down my parched throat,

Maybe somewhere down there

It’ll find where all the words go

 

And when I’m good and wasted,

I won’t have to wonder when

Cause I’ll know when I taste it

Like the bottom of a fine tequila,

I’ll hit the rock of my great idea!

Poetry Reading

 

 

I will be reading three poems tomorrow at Rebecca’s Cafe in San Diego, California. It’s been nearly a decade since I stood up in front of an audience and read my work. I’m not really nervous, just excited. I had a hard time picking out which poems to read. I may be biased but I felt like I had so many good ones it was just so hard to decide which poems deserved to be shared over all the rest. In the end, I chose what I think to be three of my strongest poems, one is about dreams, the other is about love, and the last one is about life. Dream. Love. Life. It doesn’t get any stronger than that.

The event is open to the public and everyone is welcome to attend. I’m so happy to be participating in this and coming out of my shell once again. I remember how amazing it felt back when I was a teenager, first starting out as a writer. I was unknown, not any more or less than I am now really but still, even more unknown since no one knew I could write – not even myself until it just sort of happened one day – but the excitement was the same. I was never worried that people wouldn’t like my poetry, I was just hoping that they would understand it and feel it in the same way that I do when I am writing it. I get into such a zone, such a sacred space, that nothing can touch me when I’m there.

Sometimes I wonder if that’s what it’s like for other writers and poets, even the famous ones. I wonder what their space feels like, their zone when they’re really in it and the words are flowing out of them like rain out of clouds, freely, easily and with perfect sense and precision.