I'm a poet and now you know it

Alright, I haven't done anything for a while because I didn't much like how I was blogging. So I "for the time" will be blogging poems or stories I have written with a couple quotes. I was inspired tonight to share this.

Its all an act-
Acting is just acting its not really professional, but needs movement plus knowledge while risking your soul. Using true emotion acting on life's stage, is it really acting if you know no other way. What if you lived your very day, not knowing an audience sees and hears what you say. Does acting really mean that your just fake, you know your entrance and words just ready to take, that second of light all audience on you. It doesn't feel the same, knowing this is an entertaining game, only clapping not for you but your illusion, your acting name. You can put all passion or want into your act, but your not that character you cant, its a fact.

Act Part 2, Books-
 A books fiction or fantasy seems unreal at the start, you know reality and play its part. But the more you read and attach your mind, reality distorts but only for a time. For when mans attention gets dull or bored you close current reality, accepting fantasy, escaping life's tragedy. Only to have that act just finish, reading the text  The End hearts diminish. Caught in emotion they almost accepted the page, like it was there reality that would never change. Engulfed in this act, worldly truth is an ax. Cutting your hope of being that hero, comparing yourself your just a zero. But once you realize why did I connect, to that fictional character this is not what you expect. You want to have magic, save others or be strong, like that's not reality just fantasy, its wrong. Write your own damn book everyday every act, become the hero its a proven fact. Whats to unreal or to crazy to be, we are floating in space, an endless black sea. Asteroids fly by, we spin incredibly fast, yet stand still on this earth, fiction becomes fact. Nothing is to crazy or impossible it seems, we evolve everyday solving impossible dreams. To be that incredible man, women or child you read, apply how they did it knowing you will succeed. You are writing your novel endlessly, make your own choice it will set you free.


Pot of Gold-
To many options put before you, so many to choose you don't do, anything about the problem at hand, never taught you need a goal to expand. Search deep be true, hidden treasure is in you. There is an end, so make the time you spend, willing, waiting and watching patience always looking, never giving up, your never really stuck.
Ready to accept what needs to be done, finding that rainbow you need your sun. Finding or searching doesn't make a winner, just the thought of working doesn't make your dinner. Once you see the light, after rains dark night. Acting on past, present and future gold, creates the end on this worlds endless rainbow. Desires or a want only goes part way. Its the action involved that causes desires to stay.

Reality infects us all so just run-
 To me my own reality is simply defined, not by following one specific drawn line. We start and go just to feel that rush of the finish. When truly we always have been, we made a start to have an end. Its easier when you think your all done, so you can rest but truth continues its run. For once we think we finished life's race, we falsely believe we deserve a taste. To better others and yourself always run, others will sleep thinking I'm tired or done. Every step you take on your endless journey, forms a ripple effect on others learning. You make the stone that you throw to the lake, you choose the size of the ripple you make. It could be so small that no one can tell, or so loud and huge its heard from Hell. Use that voice its a wonderful privilege, its not a deserve don't destroy its great lineage. Endless hero's past in time, we only know because they spoke their mind. Idea's you have should all be heard, but also realize no idea is bad or absurd. Every thought serves an equal purpose, like dark needs the light to resurface.