Niall Fitzmaurice
Niall Fitzmaurice is currently in his final year in UL, studying New Media & English. He is from Arklow, Co. Wicklow and was born on December 18th 1990. His interests include music, writing, films, television, radio and comedy.In UL Niall is involved in both the Tae Kwon Do Club and the Comedy
Society. He has been training in Tae Kwon Do for over thirteen years and is a second degree black belt. Niall is also highly involved in the Comedy Society, where himself and a number of his friends have performed gigs both in the college and the city along with other projects such as developing ideas for sitcoms etc. As Niall wishes to work in the media industry and has a great love for listening to all genres of music, he hopes to gain employment in
the field of radio presenting in the future. He has worked for RTE Lyric FM and has also been a presenter for ULFM over the past two years since the station was set up.When he is finished in UL Niall hopes to do a Masters course in Broadcasting and have recently applied to two Universities in London, which provide this course.
Black Box
This small black box,
Which sits there still,
It shall not move,
But talk it will,
I hear the voices,
From its people inside,
I cannot see them,
In the dark they hide,
They talk and sing,
As I listen alone,
They live their lives,
In their unknown home,
Who are these people,
I hear but don’t see,
As I stare and I listen,
And as they talk to me,
As I try to talk back,
They do not reply,
They talk to themselves,
As confused I do lie,
They speak of their world,
And what’s on inside it,
Their world in their box,
Their box as I found it.
This small black box,
Which sits there still,
It shall not move,
But talk it will,
I hear the voices,
From its people inside,
I cannot see them,
In the dark they hide,
They talk and sing,
As I listen alone,
They live their lives,
In their unknown home,
Who are these people,
I hear but don’t see,
As I stare and I listen,
And as they talk to me,
As I try to talk back,
They do not reply,
They talk to themselves,
As confused I do lie,
They speak of their world,
And what’s on inside it,
Their world in their box,
Their box as I found it.
Forgotten World of Freedom
The simple life, untroubled world,
Unclouded sky and soft flat land,
But suns do rise as they do fall,
And darkness comes with grains of sand,
The well of knowledge, Creator and king,
Host of worlds, kingdoms of peace,
But as petals once bright do fall like the suns,
So too lands wither and worlds decease,
With all untouched and all untold,
Those not corrupt still free to live dreams,
No holes of thy hands are asked to be seen,
As words are accepted and worlds as they seem,
O poisoned blossom, perspective truth,
Curse thy innocence that thou arth stole,
Together with unquestionable time,
Unopposed fulfil thy evil role,
As youth does play and fruit does grow,
On trees and in thy mind,
But plucked it be or fall to waste,
As reason with age the youth does find,
And so it fades, if it was there?
Forgotten world of freedom,
As lost are those without true care,
Until new find this world so fair.