Christopher Van Buren

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Have an awesome, wonderful, enormous Day.

YES, I said enormous.

Whatever you do today, do it BIGGER than life.

And make it count in ways you never have before.

Give the one you love a kiss if they are near.

If they aren’t, send them your love, a text message, or give them a call

to let them know you were thinking of them.

Don’t let THIS day go by without acknowledging someone you truly care for.

I mean, really folks?

Today is a VERY good day.

Just because.

I was packing up somethings yesterday and I found 4 poems that I wrote on 2 napkins back on 9/8/94. The odd thing about finding them is that it’s probably the last time I’ve written anything. So I wanted to share them here with all of you.

Inner Peace Part 1

Joy swept past me in a blink of an eye

And in its place slowly creeps in the darkness

To fill the void that has been in my soul

I desperately fight to regain the joy of yesterday

But the bitter cold sweetness if the dark is so inviting

As if this was the one true element in my life

I was truly missing.

But I must resist. I shall find the glorious light of

joy once again.

However, where do I begin?

Now as I look out 2 the world it seems to be as baron

and isolated as the desert.

Though I’m surrounded by people they seem to not

have any faces.

All I can see are ghost, no people, no faces, no names

Where is the light? I truly need to see once again

To embrace the shadows and to end the fear

In my minds eye I know I am love.

But it seems as if my soul is turning to ice

Has the weight of this life kill the joy I once knew?

Will my soul feel the sunshine and joy run thru me like the river Nile?

Or shall I become as the Dead Sea

Alive but yet not alive?

What shall be my fate in this short life?

Do I continue to bring comfort to those around me,

while my heart and soul seem to be dying day by day?

I’m trapped in this world of confusion

Fighting to stay far away from the rat race.

But this fighting has put my essence in such a strange place.

A land of reality where pain and pleasure are one in the same.

For how does one know what pleases if he doesn’t know what displeases.

I want to shout, scream, cry, laugh but all at the same time.

So I do none and I continue to die.

I think love can be the answer.

But how do I? Who do I? When do I?

When those I have looked to in the past nearly destroyed me,

stripped me of so many of my dreams and beliefs.

Program me to act as the silent cornerstone

Never taking time to ask if I was weary

Do you now need support from those who you have supported all this time?

But such questions are never asked.

It is up to me and only me, as if has always been.

I shall set my heart and soul free!

I shall raise from the ashes as the Phoenix!

And soar to great heights

To proclaim these words: “This World Is Mines!”