They say only fools fall in love,
But I dare to prove them wrong,
When a soldier goes off to war
There is no guarantee that the cause
He is fighting for,
There is a certainty he’ll will,
Or even make it back alive,
But he goes off anyway,
Does that make him a fool?
Because there is no guarantee you will win,
Does that mean you shouldn’t try?
Of course you might get hurt,
But there is also a chance,
That you can make it work,
How will you know the outcome,
If you are afraid to take the chance?
If you can decipher the puzzle,
Then it’s pretty plain to see,
Coward hearts don’t fall in love,
It’s the brave hearts that do.
Yesterday I saw you lying there,
In a room that was empty and bare,
And a body in bed that was yours
minus the flesh,
The phone on the table beside you,
Seemed cold and frozen,
Not once did it ring,
And I understood why,
You were all alone,
The collection was gone.
Funny, who was it?
Do you really know?
Was it the Indian or the Chinese,
Or the pretty dark skinned girl,
Who smiled all the time?
Was it the blonde who you took home
Or the Japanese one,
Who you introduced to your mother?
Was it Sandy or Lorraine or Gaye?
Or better yet, Cindy or Tammy or Kaye?
Pity, you collected more than ,
You ever bargained for,
You collected death.
“Was it really worth it,
the collection of your?”
I asked the question,
You were too weak to reply,
But in the pained filled eyes ,
That looked back at me,
I thought I saw the answer,
You had finally realized,
The horrible truth,
That too much pleasure brings pain,
And in your moment of pain,
The collection was gone.
As oft we moan and groan about our broken hearts,
Of the live we had and lost, of the one who was insincere,
And whose promises and words of love were false.
And there are those who have never loved,
Who have never known what it is like to have
a broken heart,
Some whose lips have never been kissed,
Who have never had arms to hold them tight,
Who have never felt the touch of a gentle caress,
Or experience the ecstasy of another body next to theirs,
The womb that never bore a child,
The breast that never suckled,
What is it like to go through life without once being touched?
Some wait and wait to find the perfect someone,
That never ever comes alone,
Wasted years, waiting for something that doesn’t exist,
Some wait for that perfect husband,
To give them that perfect child,
A glimpse of him eventually appears,
But alas! It is too late because the childbearing days,
So there still remains that uneven equation,
And the feeling that something is missing.
We live in an imperfect world and there is no such thing,
As a perfect someone,
For those who have never loved,
There is no missing something you have never experienced,
And though it may seem safer,
Is it really happier not to love,
Than to love and have your heart broken?
Not necessarily, because there will be no good times
No memories to cherish, no one to reminisce about,
No experience to guide you,
What is it like to have lived and never loved?
In Jamaica the passing of the G.S.A.T. Examination is one of the defining moments in a student’s life. It decides where he or she goes on to continue secondary education. The students with the top grades are usually placed in the Traditional High Schools while others are placed in what we term ‘Non Traditional High Schools’ In many of these schools the performance is just average, so the moment a child is placed in one of these schools he or she is left with the feeling that they did not do well on their G.S.A.T. Exam.
This does not mean the student is a slow learner or that he or she lacks the potential to excel. Children learn at different paces; some start out brilliant and then slow down while others pick up later and continue to excel. The fact that a student did not get a ninety-five percent or upward grade does not mean that he or she cannot excel at the secondary level.
What is lacking in many of the Non Traditional High Schools is motivation. These students are placed in a school system where there is no set structure in place to motivate them. If the system is ready to give up on them, then they in turn will give up on themselves.
These students need to understand that it is not how they start but how they finish that really matters. They can do just as well as their fellow students in the Traditional High schools if they are motivated to do so.
I give you an example; my daughter was never at the top of her class in primary school, maths was her favorite subject so she always did well at maths, the other subjects not so well. When we moved to St. Kitts she attended the Washington Archibald High School. At this school there is an atmosphere of healthy competition and students are motivated to do well. Students who do well at C.X.C. are not only honored by their schools but by the Government and the Private Sector as well. After seeing fellow students graduating with eleven and more subjects,some with as much as eight distinctions, she felt motivated to excel as well and she did passing ten C.X.C. subjects, obtaining seven distinctions and three credits. Let me therefore emphasis, students need to know; it is not how they start out but how they finish that really matters.
I could tell by the smile that was missing from your eyes
when you looked at me,
I could tell by the way you acted surprised,
when I entered the room,
I could tell from the way you hastily said,
“I’m busy today, could you come back tomorrow?”
I could tell you were cheating on me,
I had come by to surprise you,
but the surprise was on me.
I could tell from her face when she came out the shower,
that she was surprised to see me as much as I was surprised,
to see her,
We could tell from the look on your face that you knew,
you were screwed,
You were playing us two, but listen up player,
the joke is on you,
We had a little talk and guess what? both of us are
through with you.
I love your smile, the twinkle in your eyes,
I love the way you body embraces mine,
I love the way you hold my hand,
the way you stroke my hair,
I love the fact that you understand,
It’s not the big things but the simple things
you do that truly makes me happy so,
Like breakfast in bed, a bouquet of roses,
fixing me chicken soup when I’m down with the flu
I didn’t know what loving was until I met you,
Now that you are here in my arms,
I hope you stay this we,
We loving each other until the end of days.
“Some people have this amazing ability to turn disaster into opportunity, while others simply turn potentially fruitful opportunities to disaster. Try to remain optimistic at all times so the latter doesn’t happen to you.” (Michael Williams) The banning of the scrap metaltrade in Jamaica is a perfect example of people turning something which would have been otherwise productive into disaster. Not only was the trade providing much needed employment, it was also helping to clean up our countrysides of these unsightly metals. However when people are driven by greed they lose their moral conscience. The cutting down of telephone cables and the theft of railway lines are bad enough; but when they begin to desecrate graves, when not even the dead can rest in peace, when caskets are been dug up for there metal handles, that served as a signal that enough was enough. There are people who have invested a lot of money in the scrap metal trade and would like for the ban to be lifted; and one can understand their situation. The question is if this is to happen what measures will be put in place so that the factors which caused the closure of the trade in the first place do not repeat itself. Does anyone have any answers?
I have observed something else under the sun. The fastest runner doesn’t always win the race and the strongest warrior doesn’t always win the battle. The wise sometimes go hungry and the skillful are not necessary wealthy. And those who are educated don’t always lead successful lives. It is decided by chance, by being in the right place at the right time.