Greater love hath no man

I crucified myself today

Laid my heart down for you

And let my love bleed out.

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I crucified myself today

I had to wrestle my will

But love means bravery, and sacrifice.

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I crucified myself today

It was a costly price to pay

But for you I’d do it again.

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I crucified myself today

Let my secret melt away

But I will rise again one day

And you’ll be glad I died.

Common irregular verbs

(With thanks to Yes Minister)

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I stand by my convictions.

You are stubborn.

S/he is intolerant.

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I am having a bad day.

You are making excuses.

S/he is incompetent.

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I am shy.

You are awkward.

S/he is just unfriendly.

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I am being serious/considerate/thoughtful/sensitive.

You might need to learn how to take a joke.

S/he is a humourless fuddy-duddy who needs to lighten up.

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I am a maverick/innovator.

You are unorthodox.

S/he is a weirdo.

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I am a protester/freedom fighter.

You are rocking the boat.

S/he is a troublemaker/pariah/rebel.

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I am just telling you what I heard.

You are just saying it out of concern for them.

S/he is gossiping.

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I am being picked on.

You are receiving criticism.

S/he is refusing to listen to advice.

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I have a right to be here.

You are a hard-working citizen.

S/he has come here to steal our jobs.

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I am rightfully cautious.

You need to be braver.

S/he is a coward.

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I am having some temporary cash-flow problems.

You are in between jobs/suffering some financial difficulties.

S/he must be a workshy, lazy scrounger to be receiving state benefits.

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I am a special and unique person.

You are alright and deserve some respect.

S/he is scum.

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I am right/know best

You are misguided.

S/he is wrong.

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I think I’ve got those right. Have I missed any? Irregular verbs are always tricky…

Original Source

Where am I from?

They ask.

As if I am supposed to know.

I try and divine

what they want or mean

I hesitate and gauge the situation, patient

for misunderstandings to abound.

Where do I live? Where I do not yet know.

Not far from my birthplace, but it’s far from fair to place me there.

And where I lived longest I am a stranger

and it looks, lately, less like home.

Do you mean my parents?

They are migrants too.

Camping here and moving there

as the economic winds blow

so our family’s sails billow.

And I don’t expect

I know where’s next.

What about my blood?

My heritage?

I am as English as they come

(By which I mean still part refugee)

But you don’t mean that because I am white enough.

And no, my voice won’t help you either.

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I come from my experiences as much as my kin

My birth tells you no more than my colour of skin

And this mythical hometown-true North within

is a figment of your imagination.

Show, don’t tell

In some ways

This love is a given

As plain as day

As obvious as

an elephant in a room

full of vets.

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Creation is love writ loud, like

A stark passion plastered and

extravagantly scattered

on breathtaking cliffs and sheer forest drops.

Even in the rain

mute mountains bellow,

the brooding fjords cry out

and silent seascapes sing

“The King, the King

He loves all things”

And though we’ll never hear it,

quiet kisses ring

in my eyes.

A Lost Little Candle in the Land of the Midnight Sun

What use are stars in daylight?

When their radiance is drowned out
By the neon of the world?
The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness does not understand or overcome it
But if the world does not understand darkness
Why would they want a light?

I’m not even a candle in the wind
I am a lamp in broad daylight
A lighter eclipsed by the glare of the TV
The PC and the holy mobile phone.
Why do we need the Son? And what use is the moon?
If there is so much glare to brighten the gloom?

But winter must be coming soon. Right?