I found this poem while browsing through the YMCA's archives.

Look to this day
For it is life
The very life of life
In its brief course lie all
The realities and truth of existence
The joy of growth
The splendor of action
The glory of power.

For yesterday is but a memory
And tomorrow is only a vision
But today well lived
Makes every yesterday a memory of happiness
And every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well, therefore, to this day.

How can you express the beauty of silence in song?

If I wrote a song about silence, what would it sound like?

How can I express the power of empty space on canvas?

Would a single speck on a white canvas best convey it? Is it more
effective than an explosion of colour?

I dont know, but its fun to think about!

Words fail! Worse than life. If i were to describe to you in words
what i saw and felt when I couldn't stop staring out the window of the
plane that night, IT WOULD FAIL. It would fail because these are just
words. The poem without a name or any words sits in my head, and I
want you to hear it. That you can never hear it; THIS is my torture.

Words fail.

I step back.
I step back and there are too many things left.
There's no way I could count them!
But I cant do what you do, either.
I won't ignore them. I won't ignore them because I dont know how. So I
just sit and watch... Learning how to better describe what exactly
they are, what they mean, why they make me obsess.

And I was writing another poem
And I looked up and saw beauty
Walking towards me-a blue car honked at her as it drove past.
"showtime!" screamed my body, moving me towards Goodlooking Mode. The
moment came- she smiled, confirming my ideas of what kind of beauty
she was. 5 seconds pass after we intersect, she is behind me.

I turn, walk backwards, a dirty perverted theif stealing a long, slow
gaze; she gets smaller.

Turn around! Wait, don't!
She doesn't hear my thoughts so she just keeps walking. Now my hands
are out, I'm blowing silent kisses on deaf ears; onlookers think i''m
crazy.

Water water everywhere
And not a drop to drink
If all the people in this world
Had only stopped to think
That we need it available
For all of us to drink
We wouldn't waste it quite so much
On toilet, kitchen and Sink.

V

V

Walking out for a while because I need to get back to that good
feeling. Feeling like my chest wants something, but it cant tell me.
It can only ache. Ache is not the right word. Its not sad, but I never
liked how we only have words like happy and sad to describe feelings
which are both and neither. Neither I nor you neccecarily need new
norms; noxious naked notions of a New Normal need not nuke our niceties.

I believe in the power of you and me. Not in the power of you, and me,
nor the power of me, and you. I believe in the power of you filling
my gaps while I fill yours. I believe in the power of understanding,
of appreciation, of empathy, honesty and love. I believe in the power
of you and me!

That which sustains me, cleans me, and keeps me warm.
It has been sold
It gave me life, abundant and pure.
It has been sold
It built our world, and it remains
our foundation.
It has been sold
Now, I've been told that water will soon become the next big thing
To hoard, to fight over, to protect! To defend! To ARMS! For drink!
It has been sold. It has been bottled, and it has been labeled,
shipped and shelved and chosen and sold.

Most people don't notice change until its already accepted as normal.
They reflect, wondering, "how did this happen?". It feels like a tide
you can't fight.

And this is when you play along
And here is where you speak up
Now, THIS is time for helping out
Then another time you step back
This moment is for sincerety
Yet afterwards, you keep it in.
Thats the place for smiling back
Don't try it here, not at this time.

Pick and choose where and when to be which and what or how much and
how real.

Its tragic that its easier to be negative than positive. its beautiful
that being positive leads you to a nicer place. Its scary that
sincerety makes you vulnerable. Its soothing that sincerety is what
people secretly crave. Its awesome that you know what I mean when I
talked about how I felt. Its funny that I assume you must then come to
the same conclusions as me. Its great that you could make it here, but
its tragic that you are drunk. Its sad that I cant go three days
without talking to you, but I guess its a kind of fulfilling dependancy.

GAS STATION NOTE #3
(these are notes I wrote on little pieces of paper when I was bored at work. I worked graveyards, so I was bored a lot. Lots of time to think.)

Innocence, In a sense
is a nicer ignorance
Ignore reason, to Believe
Being alive, I conceive
Is all I need. I concede;
Some may see my spiteful language cowardly
but dont you see?
Its unnecessary. all this shit, these
promises, deals, hopelessly using fear.
lets be clear.
I do not swear, for the sake of Jeering.
Its just, "when you die, everything
Every thing will be alright, If you do
what I say"
Meanwhile, I sit and smile
I know your mind, and its sterile.

GAS STATION NOTE #2
(these are notes I wrote on little pieces of paper when I was bored at work. I worked graveyards, so I was bored a lot. Lots of time to think.)

Roll, Roll, Roll.
I gotta keep Rolling
If, one day, things get better, Ill keep those promises.

Roll, Roll, Roll,
Rolling away

If I could summarize
all of it
Theres soo fucking much



Itch, always hinting
hinting at something
Itch, you make me Roll.

Rolling cause its not enough
Rolling as if I had a destination
DESTINY, what can it be
Destined to itch for my
Destination, which doesnt exist.

GAS STATION NOTE #1
(these are notes I wrote on little pieces of paper when I was bored at work. I worked graveyards, so I was bored a lot. Lots of time to think.)

I want you
to be curious about me
I dont think I can do it

Conventionally

I love smoked salmon
Im online too much
I love taking pictures

SWM
got time for me
WTF
If you're free, I'm free.

If you like
you can obsess
every little detail,
Ill selfishly confess
I think out loud
that line was Meta

I think im witty
WTF
do you follow me

Heh Heh heh
nevermind...

PACKIN!
i move tomorrow.
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excting!!
so yeah, if I dont post for a while, internet issues. should be online and ok pretty soon after I move.
busy busy busy!

oh yeah, something deep and personal...


I have a long memory,
and a toubled past.

I have a gentle hand
and a distant heart.

I have a knowing smile
and a cautious glance.

I have memories of you
I have memories of you
I have memories of you.

Barren

Went to the beach at 3 am

Foggy

Wet

Tide was out. It felt so wierd, standing in the middle of a huge expanse of sand. I looked forward, and I felt peaceful. Looking backwards reminded me of the pull of thousands of human minds buzzing about. It made me realize that I do have a spiritual side, and its very important to me.