No Apologies, No Regrets

Life takes some crazy turns, but you pick up the pieces and learn along the way. It's months later and I still get comments, kudos, and praises about Count It All Joy. That, to me, is amazing. People ask if I am putting it on again; if I am taking it on tour; when's the next project.

Now I am working on my next project and, although the first project is under my belt, all the nervousness is still there. But I always say that nerves are a good thing. Shows that you are still passionate about what you are doing.

I don't want to give away too many details about the next project but it is one that I am so passionate about seeing on stage. I have been for years now. For those who I have discussed this project with, I could have spoken to them for hours about what I envision. All the ideas and results that I want to see come out of this. I could go on. I just want to see people's lives changed by what I do. I want to see people be better and do better because of what I do. This is what drives me to keep pressing on when all odds are against me.

Life has been hitting me pretty hard lately and my playwriting is my release. I couldn't think of a better way to have some mental therapy. So on to the next project. On to the next set of people that will be touched and affected by my vision. On to whatever God has next. No apologies, no regrets.

Oldie but Goodie

I read this the other day. Hadn't done so in a long time. As I remembered, it was one of my favorite pieces written. Hope you enjoy.

Let me preface by saying that this isn't directed to one person...this is just a "response" to a mix of things. A response on behalf of a lot of friends who have been sharing their stories with me.

Let me chat with you for a second
As I share the thoughts within my mind.
Just answer the call and beckon
Of my heart's verbal twine.

I sit and ponder the limited answers
To my life's many questions.
Questions that plague my body like a cancer
And I'm supposed to take it as a life lesson?

How can I find joy in the midst of all this pain?
How can I move on with the weight I must bare?
How can I keep moving when my heart's been torn and slain?
How can I love when there's no emotion to spare?

From the hurt of it to you.
To the deception and the lies.
From the mask you bore as true.
To the (false) hopes I saw in your eyes.

So I try to keep it moving.
In tow...my dignity and pride.
No more of my time am I losing
Because you can't lose your male ego stride.

You talk a lot of game.
Wanting to be friends, and that's so swell.
When all that talk is really lame
And your cheap relationship can go to hell.

Come on, let's be serious here.
Time you did not lack.
And all the time you heard my tears,
Your ignorance was a slap!

A slap to my face as you ignored my call,
And I stand looking dismayed.
As you stand mighty and tall,
And my pain doesn't seem to have you phased?

I can't keep crying out
Hoping that you take simple notice.
I need a different route
Cuz obviously I'm not the center of your focus.

And what a shame that thing is
Since I should be your prize and jewel.
But my love, it is not his
Since he obviously had me fooled.

My Advice:
So if they walk by you with a confident swag
And got you feeling confident and cool.
Be careful, they may be a douche bag
And leave you looking like an utter tool.

...Guess you had me fooled...