My Creativity
My Creativity
More than just simple life activity
Your every day actions represent your creativity
Causing the world to become your stage
Realistically leading to involvement with players of all age
Even when my mistakenly photocopied face became my Dad’s first book cover
And a simple introduction to the next door neighbor turned my sister into a book lover
Tragedy from that same girl’s teenaged suicide
Instead became my life’s guide
Vanity of the physical things that should be treasured
In that versus the hopes and dreams that can’t be measured
To the goals and achievements that can be realized
Yet not taken from our life’s memories that we wish could be forever’ed
My Mother’s unrealized love and passion were song
Yet my Dad’s music dream were not for long
Can no sound be produced from that trumpet
Reality set in, but instilling a love for music was still the first step
Everything in music, for me, was not unlike a tome
Albeit a trumpet for me, and my sister a clarinet, then saxophone
This melodic weight pressed upon my dream
Immersed in creativity allowed me to scheme
Versed in music, that education can’t be sold
Instead it should be used, molded, and controlled
To create another path or inroad into my gaming career
Your music and sound engineering background creates another sphere
Mine writing ability should never be confused with a wordsmith
Yet a love of comic books exposed a gift
Could it have expanded my literary horizon
Reaping a future novel was derived from
Eager to combine the words with pictues from an artist incarcerated
An old concept was newly generated
To tell graphic stories and vividly illustrate
In so doing, make something--not less--even more great
Veiled and covered in street art
Intentions for this unique concept got a new start
This is not to be confused with or even widely recognized
Your traditional graphic novel comic was urbanized
Minor problem in that a friend was gay
Yet no matter he still wanted to play
Compete in a group that were manned traditionally by girls
Reached out to him to give a tryouts a whirl
Ever the optimist
All the boys will tryout I insist
The tryouts are over
Idolized for being even bolder
Very satisfied with the results and no contempt
Invited to join the on the first attempt
Two of us shared the dream
Yes indeed we are on the team!
Most of the time I believe my life to be quite ordinary
Yielding to that idea in fact is quite contrary
Creativity has ruled the day
Realms of possibility give way
Embrace the different and the exciting
Abhor what the normal and the boring bring
Try something different then all the rest
Induce the idea of you being your best
Vested to the labor of love that make your creative juices burst
In no way will it ever be your worst
Talents and ability are honed
Yet the creativity defines, guides, while setting the tenor and tone
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