I think
We would be happy if we were not ourselves

I am a Leaving Cert student this year.
My life's work rides on this  set of exams
So they say...

Currently, I'm trying to get my history notes on the Eucharistic Congress
(I've an essay due)
They're on the floor
And I can't get them
My fingers are being ******
And my chair can't go any further

I need to get them
So I can do the essay
So I can study.
So I can get out of this... hole!

But I can't get them
I need to ask for help
My father will sigh, get up and ask in a weary voice
'Anything else?'
He stops short of prostration
(Like Alexander ordered)

It kills me.

But what can I do?
Everywhere there are obstacles
Stuff in the way
And I can't reach my books
I can't do anything
Everywhere is stuff
mountains of mountains
of Stuff.  
An immutable, immovable  foe
That blocks the table

I wish to study.
I wish to do well
But I drown in Stuff
It suffocates me and leaves
No room for anything

My brother took less subjects
And studied so in school
He didn't care as much
Did not see his luxury

It pains me that I have the know-how
But cannot  coerce the Congress from the floor .

It pains me  so much
To feel that little Johnny never studies in the fresh, open, air,
And my desire to do so in my hole that is abyss

I could write.
Boy could I write...
And I really should
after going on Facebook.
(I need a band-aid)
But my thoughts are stuck in my head
I end up wheeling up and down....
up and down.
Up.
And.
Down.
But my thoughts  remain stuck.
And I end up writing this  ****.
That seems to come to light .

I wish I could write.

Can men please stop being *****
So Taylor cannot write her hits?

An saol na hóige

Deirtear go bhfúil se go hiontach
Go hállain, fiú.
Agus tá sé easca, an-easca dúinn

Á... na bréaga
Dearmadtar iad.
An brú, an strús
Na oícheanta  nach bhídis ablata titeann ina chloadh
Agus an craoí-bhriste

Tá a lán uaillmhian ann.
Smaoite, aislingí, mianta
Ach táimid coisuil leis an ngarsúir beaga
Lan d'aisling ach nil linn fédir...

Nuair a fágaimid an deagorí
Deirimid go iniseoidh an fírinne dúinn
Ach tiocfaidh siad
Agus dearmadfar arís agus arís
Tá na glúnta milte

Agus ní thugimid faoi deara.

Shantaigh siad a bheith
Chomth grámhar is Méidé agus a hIonsáin
Shantaigh siad a bheith chomth cáilúla is Didió agus Aeinéas.
Chomth torthúil is Iocasta agus Éideapús
Bhog siad le chéile

Ach ansin tháinig   na troideanna  
Agus bhi siad chomth trodach is Alastair agus a namhaid Dáirias.
Scar siad.
Agus nil aon chór thart.
Bhuel, sin é an scéal, nach ea?

I
Having  decided to return home after seeing my friends
Victorious in battle
I launched Lucifer away from the gate.
The weather permitted my swift travel
And I was off!
Galloping across the tarmac.

II
The opening naughts were easy
I glided along like a swift, if unruly dragon
I knew something would be wrong: the weather was still nice
And, if you know Éire you know you're in trouble
I met fellow travelers who seemed to agree with me.
They brought their dogs in: wise move.

My muscles began to tire; but then again
They were always weak (pathetic *******)
Hills grew steep  and Lucifer rebelled (*******)
I found myself swallowed by mud; drowning, drowning in muck.
The journey goes on.

Continuing on my voyage, I saw  several other travelers.
(They owned neither dogs nor Lucifer)
We detoured, talked and I gave my muscles rest
An labhríonn tú Gaeilge I asked.
They affirmed; I procrastinated.
The journey still went on.

I finished that stretch within a short space of  time
I was tired and Lucifer was grumbling.
Went through the gate
Unto the estate!

III*
The opening hills were grueling
Long unending, unforgiving mounds
My hands ached.

I reached the top of the hill,
Rocketing down the gravel,
The wheels compounding the stones
I was doing it! I was doing it!

I got stuck in the grass.
Oi Vey

I eventually got myself free
And there were only a few more hills
To wage war with.
II turned the corner after the last
And saw the ramp.

In my head, a variant of  *Chariots of Fire thundered in my brain.
(Greek composers are the best to give one inspiration)
I reached the ramp
Turned the key
And was home!

VICTORY!

VICTORY!

VICTORY!

P.S.  The journey took me 10minutes.
CP's a *****.