The wheel is fast, and it never stops. There are many thoughts that are racing, some at the same time, some competing with each other.
Negative self talk always comes in first, with impending doom coming second.
Laying in bed trying to sleep, the thoughts don’t creep, they gyrate. Aggressively, impulsively, gyrate.
You can try to fight it, “you’re amazing, you’re awesome, don’t let these thoughts win”
But in the end the wheel never stops.
When will I learn, the wheel doesn’t ask for permission.
It just spins.
Leashed to your dusk,
a husk of exhausted Day,
lambent love spirit musk
musing richly into our fresh foreplay,
I surrender to seduction angellically savage,
aggressively aplomb, precisely laced
around the base of my homage
to Your fearless conquest confessed,
Submission not as weakness,
rather a devotion to ache alive
as a diamond born in smoldering pumice,
My heart longing like lightning reaching for sky,
You please Me for pure domination,
to own my desire raw and refined for You,
Your neck in my grip of affection,
Your hold on Me ruthlessly true...
J.A.B.
In
Soft dreams ,
I deeply
Wish to feed your
Aggressively dumb
Soul an ounce of hopeful
Grace , For in the most deepest
Whispers, your attempts just fail the
Pigments you've promised in poor papers,
O, how the endless blood I've spilled , like
Oozing arrows aimed between those
eyes, yet you wobble and the
Spear just miss, don't beg for
Chances , I've sent so
Many your way,
Now sit and
Whine for
Me.
Growing up is a notebook
Each chapter a different stage of life
Innocence is the first pages
Lines are drawn in graphite
mistakes can be erased without leaving a mark
And new words replace the previous
Ink replaces graphite
Erasers scrub and scrub aggressively against the worn-out pages
Until they ache
Smudges reveal a harsh reality
The characters we choose to inscribe stay with us forever
Words cannot be taken back
They can be covered up, but the truth still lies beneath
Beneath the lies, beneath the judgement, and beneath the stares
Growing up is how we choose to write
In our notebooks
I think about you, not thinking about me
an ode to something I never thought we'd be
a hymn for a shape
i never thought would learn my name
outside is bright
almost aggressively so
the sky keeps its promises
but the colors refuse to stay
as if the world misplaced
the filter you gave it
somewhere my light learned
how to dim without going out
your hours spend themselves freely
not even a coin set aside for me
or maybe there is one
tarnished
quiet
worth less than memory
they say loss teaches value
but i feel more like breath
after the lungs have forgotten
why they opened
The more you sit and ponder
Do your eyes start to wander?
He's looking back at you
The first bear between us
honking expletives
an irate driver
aggressively gestures
at my patient attitude
and the gaggle of geese
crossing in single file…
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
You’ll hear an earth shattering crunch,
hesitation that is broken instantly.
Lick the eight ball and throw a punch.
Devouring a scared reflection for lunch,
got out and be who you’re meant to be.
You’ll hear an earth shattering crunch.
Shadows of doubt you must expunge.
Champions aren’t developed delicately,
lick the eight ball and throw a punch.
Letting go of the frailty of a runch,
hands will gather aggression idly.
You’ll hear an earth shattering crunch.
It begins with little more than a hunch,
don’t be too cautious or move hastily.
Lick the eight ball and throw a punch.
There is nothing seen as too much
to the brave who dream aggressively.
You’ll hear an earth shattering crunch,
lick the eight ball and throw a punch.
I need a break from all of it,
people pushing and pulling me.
I’ll fight to the death to be free,
don’t discount strategy and grit.
Is there spray for what they emit?
Something to protect discreetly?
I need a break
from all the bleakness they transmit.
Their perfume stings aggressively
it’s like wandering through debris.
Treading in all that blood and spit,
I need a break.
I think I write so avidly,
Aggressively cutting the paper with words,
Because I hope to create a spark
With my force of passion
And I dream that it will become bright enough
That my own poems will form the lantern
That submits my darkness to light.
The Kingdom of Creativity is now
The joy of God’s Surprises is now
The love of God is Everlasting…
Our kingdom's Destiny is before us,
We were born for this hour so
Let us not fail the hour because
God gave us the Power to influence
The Lord is opening doors of creativity and productivity
Let us take the Kingdom into the marketplace and
Impact our society for the glory of God the Father
God is expanding His Kingdom on earth and
People we never thought are entering His Kingdom
This was His original plan to bring the unseen into the seen
He is busy turning the world upside down and
How glorious it is to know that we are His instruments
The Kingdom is being expanded aggressively!
Let us assist our Great God and Heavenly Father, who
Doesn’t need our help but has given us
The privilege of displaying the characteristics of His Kingdom
The door has been opened for us so
We should let the Gospel of the Kingdom do the talking
Mark Frank
Copyright 2024
If I should get punctured, laying leaking Crimson Tide,
call me Deacon Blues as I slowly start to die.
If they miss me, take it easy.
All is as it should be.
It's best to cut losses, cut ties, change your name, skip town, and grow a beard.. Like To-day, act now before patience sells out in turn I act out of character, and when I leave this is all that you'll talk about.
Our natural satellite departs slow.
Binds of the parasitic plant; first love ties.
The pulse on your neck is chattering, It's slurring its words.
Downtrodden, ragged, in rags soaking drenched and sitting comfortable in combustible liquid stenches.
Oblivious even in the question, oddly aggressively asking,
a straggly demand, expectant to be handed the light to smoke himself a real 'Death Sentence' cigarette.
The late moon is stunning, floating, acting like you're here and really you're staying, we all know that you're leaving.
What are we even thinking?
The only finger on the pulse plays to the beat of a night that reminds me of older days.
Guarded adversaries; imagine that.
The Heart Elapse.
Collapse.
Old and Grey or Rob the cradle to the grave.
Some cats mark their territory with claw marks
Shredding your couch, putting gashes in your vinyl seats.
Other cats leave strong urine in their zone,
a warning to others to “keep out!”
My own cat uses her spray paints and paints murals
Some call it graffiti, I call it "aggressively territorial”.
Wanderlust has led me everywhere
along lucid wishes rustic landscape;
There is nothing that can really compare,
you don’t have to go far for an escape;
Adorned with a luscious cyan ocean
lies a city full of artistic dreams;
Holding those giving the Muse devotion,
it truly is as vibrant as it seems;
Skyscrapers with electric graffiti,
their designs seem to mimic the weather;
Shining light on this grandiose city
the eye of the storm it’s epicenter;
You smell salt water mixed with gasoline,
that vibe is so aggressively polite;
Walking that boardwalk hologram pristine,
stars decorate a sky filled with daylight;
Familiar yet you cannot place the scent;
With a long inhale you are transported
to a flush Mecca so teal decadent.
It wasn't all that long ago when covid
choked the world with it's grasp.
People became anxious, some belligerent, when
asked to merely mask.
While others stock piled toilet paper to
wipe their sorry ass..
A million Americans suffered.
A million Americans passed.
Our health care system became overburdened
with such a daunting task..
People craving answers, turned to the experts to ask.
Our Ex. President gave misinformation with a
racist slant, calling covid the "Chinese virus",
he'd over and over recant.
Innocent Asian citizens were aggressively attacked.
This former President refused to abide by the precautions that
were advised. He wouldn't wear a mask and the medical community he criticized.
How many of us Americans would still be here today, if we had
stupidly injected bleach as this President once did say?
Four years wasn't all that long ago dear friends.
Is this the type of leader that Americans want again??
Vagabond woman racing a train
aggressively seeks adventure;
Novello taste renews once again;
How far can she go and endure?
The answer’s in the open road;
Fine scenery flies in a blur;
Ideas focus as wheels slow,
adrenaline you will feel it!
Travel is a blessing bestowed,
Life was meant to live in transit,
a dance with your restless spirit.
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