Doomed For Mediocrity

Insecure Acheivement

I can't sing, I can't dance

At music I simply don't stand a chance

I can't draw, nor can I make a work of art

I hardly ever finish what I start

Excellence is not found in sport for me

My name in lights I will never see

I'm your average joe who cannot act

With no known passion, and that's a fact

Nothing to die for, but everything for which to live

Plenty of soul, but not enough time to give

Lord, what is your purpose for me?

I feel I'm doomed to mediocrity

Not outstanding, no meaningful goals

Living day to day as I grow old

There's got to be a purpose for me

I cannot be doomed to mediocrity

Lord, what is your plan for me?

I know I'm not for mediocrity.

Sean.

Written: when I was supposed to be doing homework.

Inspiration: my own selfish pride, and how I try to build myself up into what I'm not. That, coupled with what every teenager (and many an adult too) is trying to do; find their place in God's plan.

Disclaimer: Do not try and counsel me, I'm no emo. Spend your time with Kylie from Gladstone, she needs it more than I.

-Fin-

ps. Insert copyright here!!! Suckers!!!

What's In A Name?

Good morning,

How are you all after a good time at One80 last night? I know that I had a great time, that's for sure. But enough dilly dally, chit-chat, small talk and/or beating around the bush, I would like to talk about names.

It's fun to name things; I have named many, many objects. There is Ashley (my bass guitar), Micah (my amplifier), Ichabod (my electric guitar), Sherman (my bike) and other things here and there. But now I want to name my left and right hands. Well, actually, I'm giving you all the opportunity to name them. Comment on what you think would be a good name for either or both of my hands, and I will choose my favourite two names at 4.30pm on the afternoon of the next tribal warfare (2 weeks time). Amaze me kids! I know you can!

For now, onwards with the post. As most of you should hopefully know, my full name is Sean James Mason Taylor. My father and his father also have two middle names, both of which the second middle name is also Mason. In fact, I have the same initials as my grandfather: he is Sydney John Mason Taylor (SJMT). My dad is just Paul William Mason Taylor. Anyway, the point of this is that despite this "almost-now-tradition" of Taylor boys having Mason in their name, my son (if I do have one) probably won't.

I have however written a small list once of names that I'd give to my son(s). I have lost that list, so I'll do my best to remember. Names include but are not limited to;

• Koji
• Anton
• Jonno / Jono
• Reuben / Ruben
• Seth
• Scott
• Mark / Markus / Marcus
• Jet
• Lucas

Names for my daughters are a little less numerous, but still highly thought upon;

• Naomi
• Ruth
• Leonie

And there you have it: a partial, incomplete list of names I'd give to my children. What would you call your children? What's a little known fact about your name? What are you going to name my left and right hands?

Tell me all!

Sean

RANDOM FACT: I am the only person in my extended family who can carry on the Taylor last name (the traditional way) - no male cousins with the last name Taylor!!! Isn't my family in for a bit of a worry then, having to rely on me!

Attention Aliens!

Hello oh fair readers of yon jeke,
This is a quick public service announcement to let you all know in a friendly manner that from next Monday through till the Saturday at the earliest, there will not be a new post. So, effectively, while there may yet be another post on the way (Stay tuned!), after next Monday there will not be for that period of six consecutive days.

For the unlearned who may be asking "but why?! why?! WHY I ASK YOU?!", there is a sensible and simple reason. The learned out there (notably small group fellows), already know why. But this is for the benefit of those who dont, so you small group guys can sit down and stop screaming already.

Oh right, the reason. Well, I'm not going to have access to a computer, let alone the internet ("ooh, they have the internet on computers now!"). I will be hiking Tuesday-Friday down in ye olde Girraween with Mike, Nathan Riley, Carl, The Iguana, Benny Boy and Supersam. It's gonna be an awesome time. Or else.

But I know I cant leave you hanging on that. So I may or may not post again before then. But right now I'll leave you with one last thing....

The placebo effect: real, or not? You tell me.

Seanus 'o' Seamussy

ps. ANYBODY DARING TO AFFRONT ME WITH THINE UPDATE SONG SHALL NOT GO UNPUNISHED. Thank You!

Challenged?

Hello everybody,
I don't quite know where this post is going, or my main point behind it, but I feel i just have to say something. This photo really spoke to me somehow.
A couple of quick questions. Do you recognise this face? Does this man mean anything to you? What do you see looking at this photo?

Chances are, you are thinking "Nope, I have never seen that fellow before in my life. Being anonymous, he doesn't really mean much to me. I see a young man, maybe, 25, 26, who is in some sort of service for the military of the U.S.A."

I'll tell you who this man is. This is Sergeant Andrew Farrar of Weymouth, Massachusetts. He served in the U.S. Marine Corp, and passed away serving his country in Iraq on January 28th 2005, his 31st birthday. He was nearing the end of his deployment in Iraq, and left behind his highschool sweetheart wife, Melissa, and his two sons.

That is all I know of this man. I first heard of him in a song called "Last Letter Home", a song written about him by a band called Dropkick Murphys. He was a huge fan of the band, and once wrote a letter home requesting that they play another of their songs, "Fields Of Athenry" at his funeral when he should pass away. His mother contacted the band and showed them the letter, and they performed his favourite song live at his funeral, and wrote "Last Letter Home" about him after reading a few more of the letters passed between the Sergeant and his family. For some reason, I google-wacked for a photo of Sgt Farrar, looking to find a face for this man.

When I found it, I almost cried. I don't know why. I looked at this young man, only 31 years old and felt sorrow. I have never and most likely will never meet anybody associated with him, but that photo is etched into my mind and heart. The youth, the handsome young man taken from the world, it just bites at my heart for reasons I am unsure of.

I am going to finish this post here, because I dont know where else to go with it. All I have left to say is God bless the Farrar family, God bless all servicemen and their families worldwide, and may your kingdom come Lord, and so put a stop to the dying.

Sean.

Sergeant Andrew K Farrar, US Marines Corp

Honour The Fallen

Fallen Heroes Memorial

Last Letter Home Lyrics

Field Of Athenry Lyrics

I have also taken the liberty to add a link to the blogspot of a serviceman currently in Iraq, sharing his views about what day to day life is like over there. I havent had the time to fully check it out, so if it's dodgy, i'll fix it up in the next day or two.

My Prayer (Well, One Of Them Anyway)

'Ello 'Ello

Much as we all have, I've been places I wish I never went, I've committed atrocities I wish I never did, I've spoken things I wish I never said...life is like that, isn't it? I've fallen in with the wrong crowds at school many a time. I've lashed out at the innocent because of my own problems. I've Looked God in the eyes and spat on his face. But still...He is there for me.
This is a little prayer that I run through my mind often, throwing my life up to God and smiting my chest in tears...but He always shows the grace I need, the love I desire and the strength to help me back onto my feet, to face the next day, one step at a time. It's from a song, but that doesn't matter. It means to me what it means.

I've debauched and deceived, and destroyed families...
I've taken all and given none,
And received judgement from the objective eye of a gun.
I'm guilty, it's true, but remorseful, no less.
I'm sorry! What becomes of me, but death deserved, received?
What of a crooked man's desperate plea seeking The Good Judge's mercy?
He loved the loveable and the unlovely,
The decadent and the holy.
He made a way for the pope and he made a way for me...

Take my all, Lord. Transform me, mould me, and use me for your purpose. Unleash my potential to affect this world and my generation. Unfold your plans for my life. Strengthen me daily, call me home when I turn my back, and love me like you always do. God, take my all and let it be, consecrated, all for thee. You have brought me thus far in my life, out of death and into life, I want to know you.

God, purge me of sin.
Return me to you.
Make the rest history.
Be my future.

Amen.