Walking Dead

Before I post this, I need to post a preface. There are a few of you that will understand on a very integral level what exactly this means. To the rest, I hope that these words strike a chord and give you hope!

Walking Dead
 We walk amongst the living
Flesh wrappings are our dress
We look and speak and sound the same
Our hearts no longer in our chest

We are the walking dead
Living, breathing lies,
Fleshly robes around us,
Emptiness in our eyes

Should you listen carefully,
Take notice of our words
You'll find although we speak the same,
Our meanings are not heard

Should you stop and look
You'll see we look like you
But if you dig down deep enough
There's nothing further from the truth

For you see our chests beat empty
Bloodied tears fall from our eyes
If you listen carefully
We're walking, breathing lies.
Walking dead

Acting an all things creative

So, I have just recently signed Jamie back up for acting classes, we did his headsots, signed the contracts and away we go.

Now we have been in this game many times before. It's an interesting "hurry up and wait" scenario And can be very frustrating but that's when it pays to be a "reader." It's interesting, this business and the politics that go with it. For those of you that know Jamie, he is quite a charismatic soul. And he is the clown of our family. So it makes a natural cross over to acting. But as soon as you do this, the warnings come about child actors. Don't let them do this, make sure they don't do that.

I really do understand the concern. It's a dangerous world and a lot of that, for whatever reason becomes centralized in the film industry. So I really do understand the concern. One thing I am curious about though, is how everyone who gives the advice must think I am a complete moron and incompetent parent to not know the dangers in the industry. But I guess it is what it is.

Well, Jamie and I were watching a movie, a kids movie although I forget what it is at the moment....hold on checking with the kids.......Starstruck is the title. So Jamie and I were watching Starstruck and he turns and says to me. Mom...don't ever let that happen to me. I don't want all that.

I had not prompted this, but suffice it to say, I was thrilled and proud to hear him say it. In a sense, Jamie saw some of the dangers of this business and asked to be kept from it. Which makes me realize my son is a little wiser than I thought, and makes me a little more confident about entering this business.

Throw Away Girl

Throw Away Girl

She looked at him with pleading eyes

Would he see through her disguise?

One moment when her guard was down

The pasted smile to hide the frown

Chorus: She’s a throw away girl

That no one sees

A throw away girl

A living disease

Externally, she’s light and bright

Nothing to betray her fight

She laughs and giggles life away

Hoping praying someone would stay

No one sees gut wrenching tears

From her heart that bleeds her fears

A life of charm, the Midas touch

No one knows her hidden crutch

Will you be the one to know?

The life of hell beneath the glow?

Will you be the one to stand?

Walk beside, hold her hand?

©Kristie de Jong Nov. 2011