Well, for those of you who care, for those who actually want to know. It's official, I really really really am an Internationally published writer. This past Wednesday, I received in the mail, my book titled "America at the Millenium: The Best Poems and Poets of the 20th Century". I am on page 210 and the poem is titled "Love Binding". I was totally thrilled to finally recieve the book. And there are other books soon to hit the printing presses from the International Library of Poetry as well. Some of my later poems will be in those as well.
Some people ask me why I chose to be a writer and poet, granted we don't always make the money that Stephen King or Anne Rice make, but I never really felt that money was the reason in the first place. Sometimes, a person writes because it's what they do to express emotions and most of the time to tell great epics. Homes was the epic poet who gave us the great "Odessy". I sometimes read many other poems and they have this amazing ability to invoke emotions within me, as well as other people. This is the heart of poety, expressionism.
I remember when I was in High School, attending John Jay H.S. in San Antonio, my English teacher, Mrs. Meyers, had the entire class transpose poetry. Transposing poetry is very easy for most, you basically translate it's meaning. However, I just could not do this, I sucked at it big time. I could not bring myself to strip the poem of it's essence. It's words are those of the poets, and was written from the memories of being in certain place at a certain time. Powerful emotions were invoked and I could not translate it into simple "American". I could not do what I did not believe in. Well, she wasn't very happy with me, and I didn't care, I stuck to my guns and the result was a very sloppy job. Oh well, Mrs. Meyers, Look at me now. Somehow, you helped me understand my reasons and gave me the ideas that became my being a published poet. Thank you. If any of you that read this are currently a student at John Jay H.S. in San Antonio, and if she is still there, please pass this on to her. I wish I could thank her in person, but being so far away with very little money to do anything....I'm sure you understand. Also give her my Email Address [email protected]
Can you imagine the strength it takes to thank others for what they have given you, something you don't realy acknowledge at first, but then it comes up and you recall all the things that have brought you to a successful point? Actually, it doesn't take any strength at all to give thanks for anything for any reason, it's just part of understanding your past and accepting it. We are all grateful people for one reason or another, it's human to make mistakes and it's normal to take all the credit for yourself. However, we then remember the things that encouraged us and made us the people we are today.
I remember my parents never discouraging my ideals and my dreams. I remember William Pinkerton, my late Lover, who helped me reach out and discover my talents, and help me gain new skills. I remember all my friends, most of them long lost to AIDS or other reasons, who supported my as an Entertainer.
As I sit here writing this, I look over to my right, to see Rigel sitting there in front of his computer, and remember his words of pride in me when the book came in the mail. Rigel's a good man, and he takes good care of me. Many people don't understand why I am with him, he's older, has had some health problems, and lost all his teeth. It's not the best looking person in the world, but to me he's beautiful. He's talented, intelligent, and full of life and understanding. We must have been cut from the same cloth because he knows all about me just from my writings and is in all ways, my intellectual equal. What I don't know or understand, he does, and visa versa. Example, he's had more troubles with Moira, his computer than I ever had, yet he can build the things like you wouldn't believe. He's the hardware expert and I'm the software expert (one gay joke about hardware and software, and I will cyber smack you).
With that, I leave you now. It's been a long day, I woke up at 4pm and need to do more work on other things, the life of a writer is never done and I'm getting a flat butt from sitting down in front of Computerstein all day long.
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