On the morn of June 5th, 2006, I made a promise that I intended on keeping. I left part of myself behind in that far away land.  Everything was so…so grand!  Why oh why did I leave without making a stand?  I was scared.  I could have held on forever and never left such an exquisite fawn.  I disown-ed myself that day.  A morn that captured my imagination, as I observed the green scenery whiz by on that train from Belfast to Dublin. A thorn stayed lodged in my heart for what I had sworn.  I am now freed of the thorn that en-slave-d me and am holding the rose that she gave me. 

My point to all of this gibberish is to hold on to the good memories and try to move beyond the bad ones.  It is better to step back and remember all of the grand memories than it is to focus on the few bad ones.  I put myself through far too much suffering!  I felt guilty for something that I shouldn’t of felt guilty for.  Besides, I am going back!  I’ll just be about a year and a half late.  I always do what I say, even if it takes me a while! 

As the date for my departure grows nearer, I’ll post more about my experiences in Ireland and the UK last time.  The poem below is the first teary poem I ever wrote!  I never was much of a poet, until I went to Ireland.  I was inspired and though the inspiration to write poems has faded a wee bit, I still write them.  It is a bit simple, but it gets the meaning across well.  I never did finish it.  A friend helped me with it, but I have never been satisfied with anything so it is still not finished.  It is far from my best, but one that holds a lot of meaning for me. 

P.S.:  Go ahead and give me grief ’bout the U2 video, "One", below.  I can handle it! 

Salty Lips

Tears run deep

Even in sleep

Every tear that flows,

Causes me great sorrow

 

Tears flow along her face,

Tears caused by my disgrace,

And shimmer down her cheeks.

 

Whimpering in defeat

Pooling in her lips

For I’m such a fool

A fool in vain

For the tears are falling like rain

 

Tears falling from her chin

Falling to the ground

Gathering in a mound

 

Tears will dry,

When I come through the sky.

Wipe those tears away baby,

Because I’m coming to stay.

 

I’ve kissed your lips

And felt your breath

A sweet embrace

That will never be misplaced

-Jefferson Davis-

 

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