This is a poem I wrote that is very near and dear to me.  I'd love to hear what you think...

Maybe

Once the world has said it's last goodnight
The wisdom of the Earth will stretch into the sky
Incumbering all inhabitants, and finally,
The pigs will all know how to fly

Maybe

When the atmosphere is clean again,
The purity will be too much for us to stand
Knowing up is down, and down is where the wise men go
To spend their wealth on grains of sand

Maybe

With a pocket full of memories
You can reach a point of view well known to angels' eyes
But, if you focus on the future, You will find
A mass of more corrupt souls to baptise

Maybe

Once the "harmony of life" connects all people of the world
And strikes its richest chord...
We'll find that the mirage we've seen costs more than
What we've ever thought we could afford

Maybe

All the concious states we've known are all unconcious
To the concious states we're meant to find
What you think you know, you don't
Because, while you were young, yor wiser self was left behind

Maybe

If the seas become exhausted from the push and pull
They'll drown within their own demise
All the pirates will remorse to learn their treasures
Have so long been wearing a disguise

Maybe

All the sunken ships will rise above their emptiness
And build themselves to fuill restore
Then the tragedy will be with sea anenomies
Whose homes were stolen by folklore

Maybe

When we pass away, the math we learned in younger days
Becomes a particle of dust
And a feast of all the knowledge we've accumulated
Fertilizes our Earth's crust

Maybe

Someday, stories told will earn the worth of
Solid gold, and be, perhaps, as hard to find
And all the riches man should seek are buried
in the deepest depths of man's own mind

Maybe

God is just a kid whose snowglobe he named "Universe"
Is resting on His bedroom shelf
And on Sundays He will go to church and sing the psalms
to someone higher than Himself

Maybe

Distant galaxies and constellations that we see
Are fingerprints upon the glass
And natural disasters can occur
Whenever God shakes up His globe too fast

Maybe

If an accident one day while God was playing
Knocked His "Universe" onto the floor
With a shattering of glass, all that we've ever known
Would disappear, and be no more

And Maybe

Once the world has said it's last goodnight
The wisdom of the Earth will stretch into the sky
Incumbering all inhabitants, and finally,
The pigs will all know how to fly.

Currently Listening Odyssey By Fischerspooner "Cloud" see related

Hey fans, bitches, and those who double qualify, it's me. 
I haven't written anything in this xanga for a very long time as so many of you know so well.  Well then, let me give you a little update on my life. 
I spent my first week of summer vacation, as I have done for the past two years, at Speech Nationals.  This year it took place in the city of brotherly love, Philadelphia.  As it turned out, I took second place in the Nation in Humorous Interpretation.  Which is just comedic acting.  Speech is an acting competition, that's all it is, and those who know me best know I would never spend a second of my time doing anything that wasn't completely artistic.  So it should go without saying, but it doesn't.  What I do is take a funny play and act out all the characters with different voices and faces and try to make as many people wet their pants as possible, naturally.  The final round of this tournament was in the biggest theater in downtown Philadelphia and it was packed full of thousands and thousands of people.  Kind of a big deal. 

But that's blown over.  It's the past now.  Nobody cares.  It's summertime.  Hormones are bulls and female-types are matadors waving their little red capes seductively in my direction, and everyone elses.  There are parties to be had, music to be made, poetry to be written, and yes, moves to be busted.  Speaking of moves, however, I did just move out of my house.  Conflicts with my parents drove me out of my home and into Alyson Strike's guest bedroom, where I am typing this right now.  My computer at my house was always slow or broken, so, if nothing else, at least I can publicize my thoughts now, just for you (wink!).  But honestly, this is really a pretty good situation I'm in.  Except for not having a car and being exceptionally far away from the ever bustling streets of Apple Valley.  Whether it tones down or spices up my summer may be up to me. 

I have been writing a lot of poetry and listening to a lot of new music and opening my mind further and further.  Not too far, though, I wouldn't want anything to spill out.  I do a lot of thinking, a lot of exploring, and there's never a boring or uneventful moment in my life.  I am also single.  As far as looking for someone, I'm not.  I am content, but open to anyone who might wander into my life.  There's nothing I would love more than love, because after all, that's what being alive is all about isn't it?  But it's easy to survive whole heartedly on the kind of love I recieve from those who already surround me.  There aren't neccessarily any voids in my life to fill.  If there became someone in my life, though, I might create a special addition within myself just for them, so that if they ever left, that new addition would be left empty, creating that infamous void.  But it doesn't exist right now, and it's possible I may be scared of building that addition because of the future pain that would inevitably come.  Naw, fuck that.  Bring it on. 

Dramatic life experiences are what actors need.  It's like the batteries that charge my abilities.  You take dramatic experiences in life and put them within me, like batteries, and when the batteries run out, you go get some new ones and put them in the old ones' place.  Except these special batteries spill their acid into your heart and soul and their effect remains with you long after the batteries have been disposed of, making me a collection of social situations, attitudes, and emotions that I can tap into whenever I choose to.  It's a lifestyle, let me tell you.
     Wow, I just realized that I haven't ever posted any of my poetry in here.  It's a big part of my life, so that's even suprising to me.  Next time I'll post one of my poems for you all to ponder the depths of reality over.  Xanga would be a good outlet for that.  Ha, well life is happening, so I'm going to go catch up to it... and so it goes.  (+/-) = Joe.

Currently Reading A Midsummer Night's Dream (Folger Shakespeare Library) By William Shakespeare see related

Hello everybody.  How do you do?  It's been a rare event for me to actually post anything here... but hey, sometimes less is more.  Although, that's not the philosophy in Texas.  For those cowboys (and cowgirls ... and cowtrans-gender individuals - - let's just go with cowpeople, shall we?) the bigger, the better.  The ol' wive's tales are factual, everything's bigger in Texas.  I even found myself surpassing my usual enormous size of... oh, wait - did I forget to tell you guys?  I went to Texas over MEA weekend to compete in "The Heart of Texas" Speech Invitational National Tournament.  I got fifth place in Humorous Interpretation.  It was a really tough tournament... I was the only AVHS kid to make it into a final round.  The competition was brutal.  Well, I haven't oodles of time, so I'm gonna hafta cut this entry short.  I just wanted to give those who care an update on how my recent life's been - busy and successful.  With that accomplished, I'll see y'all later.

                                           >>>-  DIAMOND JOE!

Currently Reading The Retreat from Moscow : A Play About a Family By WILLIAM NICHOLSON see related

Well... guess what everyone???  I am a workin' man!  Benchwarmer Bob's just hired me as a bus boy / host.  I don't have a lot of time to type right now, but I thought I should just follow up to my last entry (a couple days ago) and close the loose ends.  Well, at least one of the looser ends anyway.  I am employed!  I apologize to Cold Stone Creamery, as they will no longer have the opportunity to hire this high-demand pinacle in the modern work force.  Joe Polzin is off the market!  (Speaking job-wise, that is, - not lady-wise... I am still single....... call me.)  I have training and what-not this Tuesday.  Until then, I'll be dancin' to the rhythm of one beat; dancin' to the rhythm of my own definition.  A definition which now includes the sought-after term, "employed".  Damn, how sweet I shall sleep tonight... Until next time...

Unemployed friends  -   Hang in there.
Employed friends  -  Where the hell is the welcoming party?

Remember, we're all in this together.  Peace be with you all, and good night.

Currently Reading Audition: Everything an Actor Needs to Know to Get the Part By Michael Shurtleff see related

Hey!  How are you?  Really?  Fantastic!  Guess what?  I got a job interview at Benchwarmer Bob's set up for Tuesday.  What's that you say?  You can't believe that any establishment would ever in their wildest dreams want to hire me?  Well, me neither, but it's a good thing nonetheless.  The truth is, at this point I no longer care.  Employ me, don't, it's all the same... I'll be starting school soon, and, if my past is any indication of what the future entails, 100% of my attention will be devoted to speech, theater, and social situations.  Oh yeah, and I guess classes and grades too.  But not as much in that department... maybe only 12%.  This year, however, I'm going to have to focus a lot more on academics.  College is in my near future, and so is happiness (according to my fortune cookie), so I have to start cracking down on my readin', writin', and teacher-ass-kissin'.
     As for right now, the Olympics are cool.  Natalie Coughlin is the hottest athlete in the universe.  And Power Rangers Dino Thunder is the most EXTREME show on television.  Andrew W.K. is the worst musical artist in the hard rock scene, as he only knows 4 (major) chords and uses virtually the same chord progression in every song.  HOWEVER -- I have to hand it to him though, every one of his songs has the same exact level of extreme... 900% extreme to be exact.  That reminds me, I have a new outlook on life.  I now make all of my decisions and life choices depending solely upon levels of extreme.  For instance,

PEOPLE: Stevie Wonder is extreme... Pat O'Brien is so NOT extreme. 
PLACES: The brand new McDonald's is extreme... The unneccessarilly massive parking lot in front of the brand new McDonald's is so NOT extreme.
THINGS: The Olympic "Triple Jump" and "Trampolining" events are extreme.  Mountain Dew Pitch Black is so NOT extreme.

I'm going to try to give examples of extreme and NOT extreme things on every one of my entries from now on.  Not because you ask for or need my opinion, but just because I like making these kinds of decisions for you.  Have a wonderful rest of August!