In 1998, “en mi clase de español,” I first learned about the wonders of poetry. I learned all about rhyme, metrics, alliteration; you know, the works. I fell in love with how mathematical and well thought out every single sentence was, and since then on, I have been writing, writing, and writing trying to find my own voice and style.
My early love for music, art, and poetry eventually served as a platform to begin writing songs, and ten years later, I had written three albums and lord knows how many works of poetry. The reason I do not know how many I have written is because the majority of my poetry has been written on napkins, baking papers, random computers–and my new favorite–my cell phone. (I do not really write them in my cell phone. I record them as they come).
If you noticed the trend, my writing is very much personal. And when it is not personal, my brain tends to insert itself into someone else’s brain and handles the issues that the person is having or going through at the time.
(If I lost you, do not worry, I have been known for losing myself as well).
The point is that I am very explosive with my writing and seldom do I try too hard to change or update what first comes out of my brain or lips. I do not over edit my work because I believe that the moment of the inspiration is what truly moves a reader rather than trying too hard to achieve a place in history or in literary academies. I write what I live, experience, love, and hate. Hope my readers do not mind.
So why am I sharing this with you? Simple. This opportunity of sharing my thoughts, works, and music in this wonderful site is my stepping stone into my dreams of becoming a writer. I will be using this medium to not only share my music and what is happening in the local music scene, but I will be also sharing my poetry, essays, as well as other poets from around the (863).
Alright, enough with the bore. I am leaving you with my latest work which I recited on my cell phone and later transferred to paper. I wrote/came up with this as I picked up trash one morning at a local parking lot. Yes, picking up trash. (We dreamers have to do what we must to keep our dreams alive!)
The title is Francis Bacon’s Bon Mot Mind and I hope no one gets too offended with its language.
Bio: I am a byproduct of two rebelling children whom sought adulthood without understanding its actual meaning. I was raised in a 100 by 35 mile beautiful piece of land in the middle of the Caribbean by two of the greatest souls that have ever walked this planet. Now, I belong to the planet, I pray for balance, and my path is of awareness. After years of shifting parents, interests, countries, and journeys, I made the decision of buying my first home and settling in Lakeland, Florida. And here I am: A friend, father, husband, student, singer, writer, baker, decorator, event planner, promoter, advertiser, and trash picker; living my life in the middle of Florida always seeking answers and trying to make a difference one day at a time either with my music, my writing, or my friends. I have been told that I am one of those “rare breeds,” that I do not fit the mold of my generation, and I guess most people are right. I am not a liberal and I am not a conservative. Left and right is an illusion and all I seek is balance and rationality. I guess some call me an idealist--but I like it that way. In the upcoming weeks, months, and even perhaps years, I will be sharing my world and my life the way that I see it and the way I perceive it. I will share my writings, my songs, and my stories; but most importantly, I will be sharing the people that influence these creations; how these creations come about; and what all of this does for me and this town, county, region, state, country, and world. I invite you to come along and enjoy my world in the (863) and to recognize the people that are constantly working hard to make this town a more enjoyable place.
