To be honest, I suck at posting to my various blogs in a consistent fashion. And with the various file types and storage options for documents out there, well, it was becoming more and more ridiculous to have to keep downloading conversation software just to maintain every scrap of writing I could from my past. Also, I'm too cheap for cloud based storage. So I figured I'd dedicate an entire blog not to my current musings and adventures, but to my prior contemplations. At this moment, I'm not entirely certain what I'll do with this blog. Maybe just post old writings with no explanations or perhaps provide introductory backpedaling to outdated personal opinions. At present? I haven't the faintest notion of what I'm doing. And frankly? I like it.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

'Unlucky Leprechaun' - Poem - March 2002



Leprechauns are so lucky

To live in such a place

Where gold and rainbows flow

It’s such a happy place

When you don’t worry about the morrow

Or what it might bring

But there is one leprechaun

That will never sing

And feels he is just a disgrace

Other leprechauns see he is really unhappy

But he has a golden mace

He swings over his head

Then drops it to the ground

And falls like he is dead

But none have ever found

That he is not dead

But silently sobbing to himself

Because he is full of dread


That he will not have any wealth

Of any sort

No girlfriend, friends, or life

That’s not all the reason he’s crying

But when he looks about

He sees, well, beautiful girls

And realizes he has no chance

So he leaves Ireland

And goes into a kid

But it seems his luck has run out

Because he is in a kid who has the same problems

But this kid goes to the dances

And he just sits there and sulks

His name is Chad

The Unlucky Leprechaun

'Rachel...' - Poem - March 2002



From the way I act around her

You’d think I don’t know her

From the way I talk about her

You’d think I’d want to hurt her

But from the way I think about her

You’d know I want to be a friend to her

A history has happened between us

But I hope there is now end

I remember once upon a time

When she acted really kind

As we were just kids

I was alone in a box full of sand

Then she came and sat down beside me

And didn’t look up with a sign of doubt

We started talking

And pretty soon we were laughing

We talked and laughed some more

And a strange thing happened

It never became a bore

But what happened long ago,

It seems like a faraway dream

Did I let her go?

Or did she plan a scheme

Somehow we stopped talking

But so there is no doubt

I miss those days

When I was all alone in a box full of sand

'Hands' - Poem - April 2001



Your hands are so soft and fragile

So young and peaceful

You are oblivious to the world around you

You are curious about every thing in your life

Your hands are new and soft

So small and helpless

Weak and worthless for work

But you do work every day little cousin

And it's amazing you're still alive