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Thursday, October 28, 2010

October 27, 2010

It’s no secret that I have always been a dreamer. I see things as they should be, and not how they are in reality. I have been this way for as long as I can remember. That and the fact I grew up invisible helped define who I am. However, in real life dreamers and those that shun reality don’t make it too far in today’s society. Lately I have been hit head-on with a dream shattering dose of reality. My snug little world has been torn asunder, and I am having trouble with dealing with it.
I started my profession in 1969 as a means to earn spending money as I forged myself through school. I only intended on staying at this profession for a short while. I knew after school I would make my mark on the world. I graduated but remained at my job until a competent replacement could be found. For some reason the duties of my job came natural to me, I was a savant. It really didn’t take long to find a willing body with enough fortitude to be trained at my duties, so I was free to pursue my dream of making a mark in the world. Problem was I really enjoyed what I was doing; it gave me a sense of accomplishment. I was young, I still had so many years ahead of me to make my mark.
One year became two, two years became ten, and ten years became forty. I had spent forty years in a profession I had only planned on spending two years in and still no mark on the world. Towards the middle of my fortieth year I began writing my first book, Tenebrae, I knew at the time that book would be my mark. It is such a great story, there is no way professionals in the publishing community could ignore such a gem. Wrong! I was so na├»ve to think all you need is a great story and the world would beat a path to your door. See that’s the dreamer in me.
Rejection after rejection came. I kept hearing from those who volunteered to read my book how great it was. My dream was still intact, for the time being.
Dreams have a way of altering one’s mind. I got the silly notion that if Tenebrae wasn’t going to make my mark on the world that I would write o book that would. The Last Chance was born. Surely this would make my mark. Wrong! I still get rave reviews for both books. I still can’t see why professionals in the publishing business can’t see what other readers see. I have even started writing the sequel to Tenebrae, but I have no illusions that this will be the book that leaves a mark on the world. It is just another book that no one will ever read.
I still query Tenebrae, I still get nothing but rejections. I still hear nothing but good reviews about the chapters I have posted here. But I don’t dream anymore. I no longer see things as they should be. I see things in the harsh nakedness of the real world.
I know I am not alone in this wilderness of vanquished dreams. I am not the only one fighting a losing battle to hold onto some vestige of dignity. I struggle daily to keep at least one dream alive.
There is a great song from Man of Lamancha, to dream the impossible dream, to fight the unbeatable foe. I don’t know about you, but the impossible dream is still elusive. To me the unbeatable foe is the economy, and it is kicking my butt.
Well, there you have the ranting of a reformed dreamer who has all but given up on making his mark on the world.
Tonight, when you wish upon that star, wish a wish for me,

Sunday, October 17, 2010

October 17, 2010

Poem for the week, this is a very short poem.


SEARCHING

When you're searching for the sun, but all you feel is rain.
When you're searching for some relief, but all you feel is pain.

When you finally find your happiness, but haven't got what it costs.
Turn to me, I will return all that you have lost.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

October 10, 2010

Poem for the week.

NEXT TIME

No use denying......
We both just stopped trying seems we're just going through the motions,
We’re playing with emotions.
You and I, and I can't figure out why.

Our reasons are changing and hopes rearranging.
Seems it ended far too soon.
Both reaching for the moon, we're worlds apart,
And it's breaking my heart.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

October 3, 2010

Poem for the week

Warmth

The warmth of the sun has no comparison
to how beautiful you really are.
There is no doubt in my mind your smile
outshines the brightest star.
There is a warmth in your soul if you listen
will bring you peace in life.
There is a place in your heart that will always
silence inner strife.
Place trust in your future, for it will shine
so bright.
Keep your faith in your friends, because
they could be your light.
Give your love away freely to those in your
life you care most about.
Don’t give upon dreaming, for your dreams
will come true. There’s no doubt.