I couldn't be satisfied

I was an ideas person...
I couldn't be satisfied, so I became a poet.

I was a poet...
I couldn't be satisfied, so I became a writer.

I was a writer...
I couldn't be satisfied, so I dabbled in photography.

I was a photographer...
I couldn't be satisfied, so I am in television production.

And the thoughts keep coming...

I have four years of documented poetry. I have an unfinished poetry cd [still in development]. I have one finished manuscript and a good couple finished short stories. Wrote some small films [need to produce]. Writing a couple feature film screen plays and a soap opera. Oh! Must we forget the children's book I'm in the middle of?
I dabble in Dostoyevsky, Gibran, Quaran, Comic Book History... and more.

What now? What to do to satify this need to do...


some days are better than others...
but it's good to know that your best days... are still yet to come.

Blessings World


Pin-Pointing You

pinpointing sound
Originally uploaded by dapoetspeaks.

Who are You
sitting there in the shadows, watching the birds fly high in the morning's sun and wishing... wishing you knew... who are you.

Who are You
anouncing your presence with drums and clanging symbols impressing everyone... but yourself, wondering... who are you.

Who are You
splitting your sides to laughter that covers the tears that burst out moments earlier, saying funny things, funny stories, aiming to please but please... who are you.

Who are You
trying to be. coming to come. reconciling the mirror so a full, straight, complete picture is available to the not-so-general-public... YOU.

Who are You again?