tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35770042.post7529163387647391659..comments2023-12-28T05:09:46.498+00:00Comments on Skin Flicks: The TruthUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35770042.post-80110320165859654842009-06-08T14:11:08.175+01:002009-06-08T14:11:08.175+01:00Holy god, I didn't expect to be moved quite as...Holy god, I didn't expect to be moved quite as much when I went to watch that. I've always maintained a fairly high level of patriotism for this country, despite it's many faults. But right now, I feel ashamed to be Irish.Peter Slatteryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12152523189552780664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35770042.post-43607186292595428642009-05-28T17:50:19.295+01:002009-05-28T17:50:19.295+01:00Dear Sir or Madam,
I am another real victim of Art...Dear Sir or Madam,<br />I am another real victim of Artane, that’s still ashamed to name myself by my real name. The following is a verse I wrote of how even after (counselling & in my case, bullied & hurried redress) this abuse still makes me feel as if I was beheaded by jihad’s, because believe me, since I was eleven I have felt “Dead”. <br />My verse in poetry would probably represent every single one of the victim’s & I dedicate it to each one of them. <br /><br />I dedicate this poem to the entire victim's<br /> <br />“The Story of me and Many More, A Child after the before” By Jaker Ray (nom-de-plume)<br /> <br />I am the sky- whose cloak will not blue <br />I am the sea- whose tide will not turn <br />I am the moon- whose silver will not hue <br />I am the sun- whose orange will not burn <br />I am the day- whose light will not bright <br />I am the night- whose darkness will not light <br />I am the tree- whose root is dead <br />I am the flower- without a head <br />I am the fish- whose fins will not breathe <br />I am the bird- who will not eat seed<br /> <br />I am the scab- that just will not heal<br />I am the neural- that just cannot feel <br />I am a smile - that remains frozen <br />I am a choice- that horror had chosen <br />I am a year - without a season <br />I am a reason - without a reason <br />I am a whisper - that cannot vibrate <br />I am a scream - that cannot migrate <br />I am a prison - whose cell will not open <br />I am the cell - where inside its so choking<br /> <br />I am a house - that has no foundation<br />I am a country - without a nation<br />I am the hell - that is in my centre<br />I am the heaven - that has no banter<br />I am Christmas - without its infant<br />I am a gift box - without its present <br />I am the present - that is now past<br />I am the past - that is now present<br />I am a heart - without a soul<br />I am the secret - never told<br /> <br />I was lost - could not be found<br />I was frightened - no solace around<br /> I am a curse - no man can swear<br />I am the abused - no one was there<br />I done no crime -1 served a dictum <br />I done no wrong - I am a victim<br />I was the wrong - that was never right<br />I was defenceless -1 could not fight<br />I was that child - who was un-nurtured<br />I am the man- who still is tortured<br /> <br /> <br />I was a brain-with little education<br />I was a being- with little validation<br />I am the love-that suffered rejection<br />I am a failure- under closer inspection<br />I am a tear-that does not cry<br />I am laughter- that does not fly<br />I am a face- that puts on a show<br />I am a body- I prefer no-one to know<br />I have a secret- I have to hide<br />I am an expert- at all this & besides<br /> <br /> I AM<br />A past child abused- a man confused<br />Just one of many- that were used<br />To those of you -who escaped this ordeal?<br />If you were I -this is how it would feel? <br />I was a happy child- once before <br />Till he took me-behind “Closed Doors”<br />Scared me into-keeping our secret<br />What he had done-to me in secret<br />Since then I just gave up hoping<br />That life’s door would ever again open<br /> <br />I am young- or I could be very old<br />I am but one – of this story told<br />You see, I was a child abused<br />& that’s a title- I didn’t choose, <br />& the man I walk -around as today - <br />Still hides his BIG- secret away…!!! <br />In the recesses-of his being<br />Where it will be-never seen <br />Even if you got near me, real close<br />You'd never guess, I was a victim of "Child Abuse"<br /> <br />But like very many more- I am & I was<br />Inflicted with this life virus-this curse<br />And there's no disease in life that's worse<br />Than being a victim of "Child Abuse"!<br /> <br />PS. Can I point out, just about here, that I really died in my ELEVENTH year! (RIP) <br />Written by an abuse victim with the pseudonym, Jaker? © 2009<br /> <br /> <br />Jaker Ray. Dundalk, Ireland.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35770042.post-89994027313061184842009-05-26T18:09:49.660+01:002009-05-26T18:09:49.660+01:00Most frugal types say to shop less often, but I st...Most frugal types say to shop less often, but I stop in my grocery store every few days. I buy most staples in bulk including meat and dairy, so I mainly shop for produce. I go often and get whatever has been marked down and build my meals or fill in with whatever I find.James Padenhttp://www.xemion.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35770042.post-26350258494175658632009-05-26T13:44:29.123+01:002009-05-26T13:44:29.123+01:00It's indefensible, what happened, there is no excu...It's indefensible, what happened, there is no excuseRuanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35770042.post-89616553614860609232009-05-26T07:41:23.813+01:002009-05-26T07:41:23.813+01:00By God JC, that was powerful.
Thank you.By God JC, that was powerful.<br /><br />Thank you.Colmnoreply@blogger.com