It's been a while since I've been here but fear not, I'm not gone.  I find myself working a great deal lately, and waiting for September to arrive and shuffle me off to my new apartment and roomates.  It's something I'm looking forward to, and something I'm going to enjoy.

I have found myself smiling a fair bit lately at nothing in particular.  Well, I suppose at pretty particular things I guess... the way two notes sound in succession, or the way the sun falls on the walls of my room.  The way my friend brightens up a room with her presence, or the way the air feels against my face and through my hair, as it whizzes by on it's never ending journey.  Take some time to smile right now.  Even if you don't find me the least bit amusing... smile at... the way the wind blows through a field bursting with long grass.  Smile at the way the moon looks through the clouds on a dark night.  Just smile.

Time is fleeting ever faster and what a ride it takes us on.  Forever onward, into infinity.  Infinity.  That word scares me.  Not really the word exactly, but everything that it implies.  I've been pondering the 'infinite' lately.  Positively horrifying... and exhilorating all at the same time.  I mean, forever.  We can't comprehend that.  Never ending.  THe universe, in one state or another, always was, always is, and always will be.  What an amazing thing our universe is. 

This kind of deep thought is what keeps me up at nights.  Speaking of nights, I'm tired, and I'd like to try to sleep before my mind starts racing a mile a minute.  G'night everyone, and hey... smile.  And smile today because tomorrow never comes.

Peace and truth,

Shane

P.S. Just a note to whomever it may concern.  I've just recently lost the password to my longtime e-mail account. I had it for over 5 years.  Ouch eh?  That's what I say.  My new e-mail is thepoeticsoul@hotmail.com for those of you who care to know.  Night.

"Get rid of the words and meaning, and there is still poetry."
-Yang Wan-Li

Greetings and saalutations from the (near) middle of a long week.

So.  I have plans for Canada Day Weekend. For those of you who find Canada a mystery, Canada day falls on July 1'st.  Go Canada!  My 'big' plans are to go to Ottawa for the Canada Day weekend.  (Provided I can get into the city before it's streets become a living mass of people.)  Okay, so I'm not even sure if that's what I can expect.  The last time I was in the area was for the Canada Rally in Quebec.  At that point in time, the streets really were a living mass of people.  I'm glad I'm not claustrophobic.

Well, I'm excited for these plans I've never really been TO Ottawa, just THROUGH Ottawa.  I mean, it is our nations capital city.  (Toronto's not our capital city you say?)  So, that's something to look forward to as I work myself down the long week that I find myself in today. 

For your reading pleasure I've decided to write some 'beatnik' poetry, and since I happen to have a nice berret, I'll wear it while I compose my thoughts.

Twilight glistens translucently
Glowering at the sun.
Angry, Frightened, obsessed.
As it leaves the stage.
The foul moon rises hungrily.
Slopping, slirping, grumbling
into the night sky.
Tomorrow is another day.

No applause please.  The deafening roar would hurt my ears.

Have a good day everyone and try to keep a smile on your face it's really, really worth it in the end.  Adios!

Yours in truth,

Shane

Confessions of a first rate me. (Nobody is quite as good at being me as I am)

     Sure, I write about trivial things in my life, I write poetry, I even write about my dreams, but that doesn't say all there is to say, now does it?  I guess, in all honesty there are no weblogs out there that truly represent all that we are, within and without.  So, now I'm going to take some time to say a little bit more about me.

     As you all know, my name is Shane and I'm a writer.  That much you know.  You may not know that I've completed a year and a half of University in a computer science degree.  A year and a half, because I found that even though I was good at programming... I didn't have a passion for the whole deal.  The arts.  That's where I'm headed now.  Possibly with a business degree, or at least courses.  Next September I make the move to my new University, and my true passion.  Wish me luck.

     I have one brother whom I love dearly.  He's like a brother to me... no wait... he is my brother, but I've already said that.  He wants to go into sales like our dad, and I think he could be a great salesman. 

     I love clutter.  Well, it's more of a love/hate relationship really.  I'm a pack rat.  I keep almost everything, but once and a while I go on a 'cleansing' binge where I throw out a few things... reluctantly.  I'm sentimental, so I always think "I'd love to keep this so one day I can look at it and be reminded of my... youth?"  I may be too young to think that way, but I have thoughts on that too. 

     You know that expression? "If I knew then what I know now"?  I often think it should be the other way around. "If only I knew now what I knew then".  If only I could keep that childlike playfulness, that awe of the world, that simplicity.  The truth is, I suppose I have kept a lot of it, but I think that it works better as an expression... but that's just my opinion. 

     I used to be shy.  Well, shyer than I am now.  I used to have one hell of a shell around me, four walls to keep me safe from... life?  Well, one fateful summer I went to a leader in training camp... one of those camps where you learn to take care of children for the summer.  I got a firmer handshake, learned that challenging myself to stay out of my comfort zone felt good, and had a great summer.  That fall I tried out for the school play and musical, signed up for vocal classes, and had one hell of a year.  Who knew that you could be shy and still act on the stage?  Did you know that you can't see the audience really from up there?  All those lights glaring in your face... needless to say, not much stage fright.

     So, that's a little more about who I am.  I'm sure I'll have more to say some other day, but for now, I'm headed for some plutonian shore.  Sweet dreams and goodnight.

Yours in truth,

Shane

Well hello there!  I didn't see you come in!  So how are you doing on this fine, fine Saturday morning?  Well, whatever it is, it can't be better than just sitting at your desk typing.  Well, perhaps it can.  I suppose it's all in the eye of the beholder.  So.  I finally put up my picture.  I figured it was jovial enough to capture the true essence of Shane.  I laugh a lot.  It's apparently good for you, I don't have any complaints.

Well, I'm not feeling the greatest on the inside today.  Something I ate just didn't agree with me I guess.  Nothign that time won't heal, or a couple of gravol's won't suppress.  Well, to tell you the truth, I don't take pills for anything very often.  Occasionaly I'll have a tylonol, but that's pretty much the extent of my faith in medecine.  Now, don't get me wrong, I have faith in how most of them help with the problems they say they'll help with... it's just that I don't like the idea of taking something that plugs one hole while probably opening floodgates somewhere else.  I don't appreciate doctors that rely on pills and perscriptions to 'cure all'.  My current, soon to be previous doctor, is just that kind of doctor. 

Well, I've pretty much said all I have to say so I'll end with a poem for you to (hopefully) enjoy.  I'd love to hear comments and suggestions as well, if you're that kind of person.  Anyway, it's short and sweet as usual, so... here goes:

My soul lingers in yesterday
trapped in memories
snared on the past.
Freedom seems impossible
being what I am,
being human.
My soul lingers, struggles,
and is set free,
to journey across the landscape of today,
forever moving
into the future.
Into peace.

Yours in truth,

Shane