The Dreams of a Writer

Today is February 9^th 2013 and it is 11:52 am.  As I sit here with my one day old cup of coffee, I think to myself about becoming a writer of some sort.  The word writer is an astounding word and all other words for that matter.  I back spaced on this sentence because I know there is a protocol (mostly to everything) to formatting a paper.  I try not to go off topic of the opening paragraph, for I am expressing my desire to become a writer and one of the best.  I do not know if I have the time or expertise for the nature of being a popular writer whether I am writing from a creative mind or all about facts state.  I love poetry and I guess this is where this sentence ends the paragraph for another paragraph regarding poetry.

I have been writing poetry for over fifteen years.  I know there are different types of poetry and the one I love is where the words rhyme.  I took a poetry class when I entered academia.  It was a really good experience.  The English classes I took were good too.  I will always remember my English teacher and being in some of his classes when I was at the last time limit of getting papers in.  One time I had one night to do a presentation and a short paper on an assignment research paper and I didn’t really have anything done.  I sat up all night trying to write, but writers block would not allow it.  Finally I said F it and decided to write a poem.  The next day I expressed the poem and passed with a Grade A for that term.

Poetry; I can’t even express the words to describe what poetry is to me.  I mean it has such a deep meaning that I would go so far as naming my daughter poetry or son poet.  Maybe if I look up other languages which translate poetry, it might be a little cooler than those two words.  Oh I know Poetic Justice.  Now that name right there rings a bell.  I will always remember a movie called Poetic Justice with Tupac Shakur being the main character.  He is a true inspiration.  I know a lot of inspirations.

Well since my blog does not really describe who I am, I guess I can let you know a little about myself.  I am an Oglala Lakota.  If you do not know what that is I suggest you google the term and find out.  With technology at the sound of our voice, thought, and finger tips we should be able to comprehend and understand diverse people.  My name is Alton Good Plume.  I would go into more detail about my family history but that is another topic and future post.  Next question is probably something like, what do you do for a living?  Well right now I am unemployed and been unemployed for almost four to five years.  One of the reason is because I have felonies on my record.  So now I look for other means to find employment.  My felonies are not to say who I am but the mistakes I made from the past and if people are able to see through that labeling, then they will see I have truly came from a lifestyle that most do not make out of.  This is just the beginning of my blog.  I thank my English teacher for giving my hope and encouraging me to keep writing and improving my skills.  I hope I can make it as a writer philosopher and hope people can see through the eyes I see through.  Lily Waste-