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From a far-off land.
He wasn't popular.
She wasn't liked.
He was weak.
She was always tired.
He was a runt.
She was called a '****'.
They were never in a team, when the kids played football.
They were pushed when they ran.
They were unloved, pushed around.
Left alone in the canteen.
Where they sat in the seats with dust.
Yet. They were called.
From the heavens.
God called. How could someone so broken like them. Be loved?
But people like them learnt to love others.
But people like them are humbled and was willing to learn.
But people like them were broken so that they can be made stronger.
It was nothing about them though.
Nothing about if they would fail or not.
It was.... Nothing about others too.
It was about God.
He called them his children.
And so does me and you. :)
Yay. Dont think God can't use you to do something great!!
Ireland 1916 was a typical
example of the mythical
metaphor :

Ashes Re Embering.
The Easter Rising was the chosen
symbolism of Jesus returning from
the dead. It was the Phoenix, or the
Raven on the shoulder of Cu Chullain
who was assumed dead, yet, he was
holding his sword with a firm grip.
This is the contradiction, and that
sculpture can be seen at The General
Post Office in Dublin, the site of Irelands
resurrection.
He slept till eleven a quiet new babe
A sister and brother to love and enfold
A dream of wonder, a wonder of surprise
A poem to open a person to know.

Love Mary
At this moment
What are you doing
Are you winning
Or are you losing
Precious minutes
Here for your choosing
What legacy will you leave behind

At this moment
Are you loving
Those that have done
For you nothing
For the blessings
To keep coming
What legacy will you leave behind

At this moment
What are you giving
And when you give it
Do you mean it
And do you make sure
That they see it
What legacy will you leave behind

At this moment
Do you own it
Everything that
You've right or wronged it
If you right it, do you flaunt it
If you wrong it, do you hide it
What legacy will you leave behind

At this moment
They are watching
They are finding
What you are hiding
The truth is binding
There's no denying
The legacy you'll leave behind
Vision is to
  Art

As grace is to
  the soul

Not one
  without the other

Blanket
  against the cold

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
you're lost in the wild
you don't know where you are,
you don't know what to do,
so you're dying in the dark.

you're looking for a trace
you're looking for a place,
but all you get is this maze
you should've seen your face
you got burned, got cornered
no turns, just liars.

and when you try to seek out the exit,
you find the monsters in your closet
smiling, waiting, hungry to dive in
you can run, but you can't hide
you can try, but you'll be found

so you're lonely in the streets,
you've been sleeping there, no sheets
you're looking for a mirror, looking for a lover,
looking for a mother, looking for a savior,
but you're alone, child.
but are you lone, child?
are you gonna cry now? be brave child.

the time is ticking
this game you're playing,
it's never ending,
but try to win it.

you say you're fine,
but you hope with fright.
you curse your life,
cuz it's killing you with pride.

the door is open,
but the sign says closed
your heart is breaking,
but you got no one to hold.

so you hold onto your dreams:
bright, and thriving lights, NYC
but is it worth it? can you chase it?
can you catch it? or miss all of it?

you sit in the corner of the bed
you're thinking about life, you're thinking about death
you're thinking about your friends, you're thinking about your family
when you thought of yourself, you thought of yourself lastly.

you sit and think about living
what to do to learn? what to do to earn?
how to keep up the pace?
how to dance in the rain?
and why are you lonely in this sick, crazy game?

so you wake up in the streets
the air is warm, so you smile, and you breathe
looking for dime, looking for a rhyme,
looking for more time, looking for your prime

looking for a flower,
looking for a paper,
cuz that is what you're best at:
painting words then you're a goner.
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