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Claddagh
Created in a small town in the Land or Ire
By a simple man and a refiner's fire,
Is a simple piece of silver upon my hand
Which contains great meaning from a far-off land.
It was a symbol of Unity, and Faith
For a people who's faith was in need of strength.
Under opression of English fist,
It represented the Irish will to resist.
To all who bore the Hands, Heart and Corwn,
It was a symbol of the Freedom they would own.
Yet, only to it's bearers was the meaning revealed,
For it meant Rebellion, and from Opressors, was concealed/
It has become a sacred part of me,
AS it is my Heritage, my History.
It is also symbolic of love in it's purity,
And with it, I express my deepest love for thee.
"With these two hands, they heart I hold..."
Or so, Tradition says it's told,
"And with this Crown, I crown thy Love."
The love of an Angel sent from above.
My life has been full of trial by fire,
Matched by a will to resist that will not tire;
And a love that can be expressed simply
By the Ring from my People's History.
The small, Irish Claddagh,
A symbol of who I am,
Will forever be expressed
And worn upon my hand.
Epistle to the Class of 2000
My friends,
The time has come and gone.
The struggle over,
The victory won.
We spent our days learning
And spent our nights playing.
The time has come
To keep the memories close to our hearts.
As I look back on those years,
The thought comes to me
Of how swiftly they flew by.
I took those years for granted,
And I long for them once again.
Time is precious and unkind,
But the memories of the past
Bring so much joy.
If only I could go back again,
Turn back time,
And slow things down
To better savour those experiences.
Those feelings, that laughter.
That joy, that sorrow.
It is a time long past,
Yet Eternal in my memory.
These shadows of the past
Bring forth light to my future.
As I look back upon those years,
I smile at the times
We had together.
We shared our all.
We knew eachother oh, so well.
But now where has the time gone?
Those experiences,
Even though they be
But a memory,
Are treasured above all things.
We saw together
Times of joy and sorrow.
The deaths of loved ones,
The dawning of
A New Millennium.
And now, a tear rolls down my cheek.
A tear of conflicting meanings.
A tear of love for the time we had,
A tear of sorrow for the time now gone.
Those memories will always be
Held dear in my heart.
As my time with you was precious,
Forever, so shall it be.
To all my friends
Of the Millennial Year:
Never forget.
My love I leave with you.
Dedicated to Grad 2000
of
Tamanawis Secondary School
Surrey, BC, Canada
Flaming Star
The flaming star,
Shoots it's way to earth.
How
could something
Something so extreme
So excited and destructive
Trigger this peace inside my heart?
I look
above at this Star
So intent on destroying itself
And peace overwhelms me.
A Tranquility, a sense of Calm
As
I gaze at the starfilled sky.
And for just a moment,
Being alone isn't so bad.
And I am given time to pause and
ponder
As I gaze at the midnight sky.
I have seen many shooting stars,
But this one made me look.
At it
At
the sky
And
At myself.
Going Home
It's all over.
Just when I thought
I had just begun,
My time has come and gone.
Reflecting back
Upon those precious years,
My Heart is filled with memories.
I have changed so much,
Grown so strong.
I've been through my Darkest Hours;
Those hot, burning, painful
Fires of refining.
Yet, I've also known such rapture
As I never knew possible.
So many people tell me
How much I've touched their lives.
But, in all reality,
They've touched mine.
When I left to come,
I knew I would return.
But as I leave to go,
I wonder:
Will I ever see them again?
Will they ever know
Of the impact they made
Upon my life?
They will one day.
When Eternity is announced.
I wish I could thank them,
But, I thank the One that sent me.
I can't believe this is happening!
I'm actually going home!
I can always dream
When I lay my head at night,
Or even during mid-day,
Something miraculous happens.
This world in which I live
Is temporarily left behind
And ceases to exist.
Things that could never
Really ever happen
Become my reality.
I am brought to a world
Where I can become
Someone I could never really be.
I can do
Things I could never really do.
I can go
Somewhere I could never really go.
Frustrations can be exploited.
Joys can be re-visited.
Hopes can be pre-experienced.
And the real world
Can be left behind.
It's a realm of sanctuary,
An alternate reality.
Where all my hopes,
And all my foolish Fantasies
Can become reality.
Even if it's just for me.
Even if it's just for a while.
Whenever I feel a need to escape,
I find comfort in knowing:
I can always Dream.
Imperfection
Everything is perfect
His hair, her legs,
The way that person walks,
Her smile, his
smell,
The way that person talks
He is perfect, she is perfect
Everyone is perfect, at least
They try to be.
What's wrong with 'me'?
Does it always have to be 'us', 'we'?
Then I wish to be Imperfect
To go against the
grain
For the world of perfection
Requires stress and strain.
And so I will leave the world behind
Leave this
world of 'perfection'
And be Imperfect.
But at least I'll be me
Insomnia
It's late at night and I can't sleep
Yet nothing
is on my mind.
Most who cannot sleep
Have troubles or thoughts
That worry them
Excite them
Or anger them.
Their mind is occupied
And so they cannot sleep.
But no thoughts of good or ill,
No feelings of hate, joy,
love, or sorrow
Enter my heart or mind.
So why can I not sleep,
When to others it would come easily
Should
their thoughts be so clear?
Perhaps the lack of thought or feeling
Prevents my restful slumber.
So I shall think,
Of what, I do yet not know.
But I do think now
That I cannot dream,
If there is nothing in my mind.
And
if I cannot dream,
Then I have no reason for sleep.
So I shall think, and ponder
So that I may have of something
to dream,
And sleep a peaceful slumber.
Message
My mind is blank,
The pages white
And I ponder upon
The things I should write.
What message do I have
To pass along to thee
Except for the things
Which are known of me?
So, this message to you
I write on these pages
Hoping my message
Will last through the ages.
What words of wizdom have I to share?
Follow your heart
It will lead you there.
I need not say, nor write a single word
For you already know
That which you would have heard.
You feel it in your heart
Trust the feeling that lies therein.
That feeling will be a guide
To the knowledge which you seek
And guide you to a place
Where strong is made from weak.
What message do I have for you?
Follow your heart,
To thine own self be true.
Not Today
hate, fury, futility, pain
It penetrates with utmost
force
No matter what could ever possibly happen,
Things just cant get worse.
Maybe things will get better
But
not today.
Today there is pain and frustration
Like a dam about to burst
But I must hold it back
And pretend
to the world
That everything is fine
But if they could only see
The fury, the futility
The frustration inside
me!
It will all recede with time...
...But not today
Rescue Me
I can't take this anymore.
My Heart and soul have been run through the floor!
Everything they say to me
Makes me wanna go insane!
Just take a few steps back from me,
I need a little room to breathe!
My World seems to be crashing down on me;
I'm losing sight of what I used to see.
Time is running out, patience wearing thin
I fall upon my knees and cry to Him.
My Strength and Faith and Power fall,
I've been knocked so low, I have to crawl.
How can I regain my Faith?
How can I build up my Strength?
I need to spread my Wings and fly,
But the only thing I can do is cry.
Somebody come rescue me!
Help me become what I need to be!
I can't hide this anymore.
How can I be expected to endure?
I'm not who I used to be.
All my strength is failing me!
And when I'm found on bended knee,
I feel like no-one is ever hearing me!
I've had to sacrifice my all,
And all that I have ever done is fall!
I need your love, your loyalty!
I need you to rescue me!
Everything you say to me
Calms me down and helps me see
All the hope that's surrounding me.
I need you to help me fly,
And be my shoulder when I cry.
Despite all my foolish Pride,
My Tears can no longer hide.
I need your love, your loyalty.
It's the only thing that can rescue me!
Something Else
The World is bleak and
Has nothing but Monotony.
It's a world of cares, and woes,
A world of hatred and foes.
All life, a routine,
A machine-like existance.
What esle is out there?
More routine?
Is there even anything else?
What is it?
Where will I find it?
What am I even looking for?
I may never know,
But there's got to be
Something else out there
Songs
Where do the Shadows lie?
From whence have they came?
They
lie upon my heart
And there they may remain
For my heart is darkened with sorrow
That is from whence they
came
And they will not part with the morn of the morrow
For my heart weeps long again
Our parting of ways
seems the end of days
The future holds endless night
Dark and cold and ever lonely
With little but the stars for
light
But what little they provide of light
Is enough to comfort my need
To sit and ponder the things to write
In theses songs and lyrics to thee
My songs here contained
Are written of my heart
And so, within your
gentle hands
You hold my words, my heart.
My heart is in pain now
But soon will be at ease
If you promise
to me, vow
To do this one thing: Please
Remember my words and songs
Remember my every deed
Remember most
of all
Remember me.
Should I Be Gone
What would you do if I was gone forever?
Should
I be gone, never to return?
How will you go on and live,
Knowing that I will no longer be there?
What would I
have you do?
How do I wish for you to live?
All I can ask is for you to live
And to remember me.
Live and
love,
Smile, and laugh.
Do what you must to be happy.
In your heart, there may not be much left
To live for,
But maybe all you need to do,
Is just to live.
But at least, keep me in your heart,
So that I may be remembered,
And live on, in you.
Tears
Tears of Joy:
When one laughs and loves
So much that
they cannot express it
But by the tears falling from their cheeks.
Tears of Sorrow:
The tears that have been with
us
From the day we were brought into this world.
Tears which show the emotional pain
Of separation, heartbreak,
and death.
Tears of Fear:
The rarest of all tears,
As all are scared of something,
But it is so uncommon
That
someone should weep
In the face of Fear.
So, the tears that I shed now,
Are all those tears combined.
As I
love you enough to make
Tears fall from my cheeks.
Leaving your side triggers those tears of sorrow.
And my tears
fall reluctantly
For the fear of what might await me
On my journey,
And upon my return.
Thoughts
What thoughts have I in my mind
As I sit alone, in peaceful
ponder,
Of the world which we face
From day to day?
I have many. Of good, and of ill
Of love and of hate,
of joy and of sorrow.
Our world crumbles before us,
And we pray for salvation.
But what salvation comes for those
Who create their own destruction?
What about those innocents,
Who are caught in the wake of evil, or worse,
Neglect?
Those innocents who will never know
The reasons for which they died?
My thoughts of sorrow are turned to love
As I think of this destruction.
For it humbles me to remember
Those gifts which I have been given.
Yet it
pains me to think
That I cannot change the world
In which I live every day.
Yet, still, it helps me to strive
to savour
Every moment that is joyful,
And to remember and ponder,
The things which may forever haunt my soul.
Un-Noticed
Why do I want the lime-light?
I've never had the lime-light.
Why do I seek fame and glory?
Because, I've never had it.
I just want respect.
I just want to be noticed.
I want the things I've never had.
Everywhere I look,
I see those of who I know
As they progress.
Higher and higher,
Their respectedness flies;
And all the while,
I am left on the ground.
It's not that I've done wrong,
Or feel as if I've been wronged,
Just neglected.
Hidden in the shadows.
All my high-hopes
Never seem to come to pass.
Yet, people ask of me:
Why do I seek after these things?
They are of least import!
I say: because what they
Take for granted
And often take for naught
Is something I have never known.
I have never had the respect of others,
I've just been in the background.
Even if I try not to be,
I ever go on un-noticed.
I don't want that anymore!
.........
I just want to be noticed.
Untitled III
I feel so confined, restricted, held back.
My real person not being allowed to show.
Still invisible to those around me.
This is not me.
This is not who I am.
Why must I be weighed down
By these little, petty restrictions?
I don't feel the Freedom
That others like me seem to feel.
What makes me so different?
Why do things that seem so trivial
And so uncareworthy to others
Seem so heavy a burden to me?
One little thing I can handle.
Having it added upon by another little thing
I something I can bear.
But eventually, all those little things
Build upon one another,
And soon become a burden
That is quite difficult to bear.
I feel as if imprisoned,
Not being allowed to be myself.
And my frustration is so intense
That every little thing that goes wrong
Makes my frustration worse.
I hope that time will go quickley
Yet I know that it won't.
I hate being held back like this,
It's not in my nature.
Maybe my feelings will change,
Perhaps the burden more bearable.
But now is not the day.
Today I am frustrated.
And I will be so as I will.
Because, in reality,
Not every day is beautiful.
Very Rare Few
Time is running out.
I don't have much farther to go.
I've done all, and sacrificed
Everything.
Yet, I am hidden in the shadows,
Noticed and known
By a very rare few.
No fame, no glory,
No respects have e'er been made
But by a rare few.
I've done all that I can,
I have fought the fight,
I have warred a good War.
Yet little, or no recognition
Is ever made
But by a rare few.
As the end draws near,
And my journey comes to close,
Those very rare few
Became the most to me.
Unknown to the World,
I have tried to make a difference.
But, for me,
They
Made the difference,
Those very rare few.
What would you do?
What would you do
If the choice was offered you?
To have all you ever dreamed.
What would you do
If you could be with the ones
Who, to you,
Had all the most to mean?
All you ever wanted;
All you ever imagined;
Suddenly at your grasp.
But for it all, you had to give
Your one, true precious love.
The one thing, for which
You've always lived.
That's all it would take
For you to have all you dreamed.
The life you've always wanted to live,
The gifts you've always wanted to be given.
But you had to give it up:
The one thing that matters most to you.
To give up what you never would,
To have all you ever could.
What would you do,
If the choice were offered you?
When I Needed You
Blood, Sweat, and Tears fall upon the floor
I can't take this anymore!
At least, that's how I used to feel.
As I've had to fight it through alone,
I've felt pain I've never known.
Now's the time for me to heal.
I was lost and gone, I just couldn't carry on!
When I was so confused,
Where were you when I needed you?
I had to fight it on my own,
Now I reap where I have sewn!
And when I was black and blue,
Where were you when I needed you?
Now, the Victory is mine,
'Cause I've had to tow the line!
But when I couldn't pull it through,
Where were you when I needed you?
I've walked the path alone,
But I've taken off and flown!
Now I'm flying sky-high!
But where were you when I
Needed you the most?
You'd think you've seen a ghost!
Is it such a big surprize?
Can you not believe your eyes?
Tell me: what do you see?
You never did believe in me.
I needed you by my side,
But, instead, you ran to hide.
And now I've made it on my own!
But where were you when I needed you?
Where's the adventure?
Dull, bleak, boring, normal.
Nothing ever seems to change.
Just an endless continuing plot
Of lazy, monotonous routines.
Where is the adventure?
Where is the excitement?
I seek for a life
Much better and more random.
A life of Danger, and
Rushings of adrenaline.
Where can I find it?
How can I grasp it?
How can I escape this world;
Leave it behind and do
Something Unique?
Something that builds memories
Something to push me to the limit,
To feel the Rush and know that I'm alive!
There must be something more to life
Than just this.
Where is the danger?
Where is the excitement?
Where is the adventure?
Yet, I yearn to Stay
I am in great confusion.
For I miss the things
Which I left behind,
Yet I am not roubled.
I long to return to whence I came
Yet, I yearn to stay.
Things are difficult,
Yet not so bad.
And yet,
And yet I wonder of the outcome.
Is this how it will always be?
A series of conflicting emotions and thoughts?
Or will the balance tip?
And should it tip,
Which way shall it go?
For better? For worse?
Or for something completely unexpected?
The journey seems so long, and yet so short.
So easy, yetso difficult.
So close, yet so far.
My journey has just begun
And I don't know if I can endure.
I long to return to whence I came
Yet, I yearn to stay.
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