Line of inquiry: track where lies the fulcrum of the fragrance of a rose, then likewise find within, your soul. By Unseeking Seeker
From whence comes the fragrance of a flower?
At its fulcrum, the floral organs
attach to the stalk, which has poked
up out of the earth to sprout
the beautiful petals -
that sweet-scented face
which I adore
in the form
of the
rose.
My
soul is
like the rose.
I am planted
on this earth, but I
need proper nourishment
to fulfill my roles. Heaven,
please let your sun reign down on me.
My soul, like that of a rose, provides
no sweet fragrance without enlightenment.
How much spit do you have to wipe off your face?
How many thorns do you have to remove after every curse we attach to your name?
How many times do we have to bury you, and you come back with more grace and love?
Every praise we give you feels like a blade piercing through the rib cage of eternity.
Twisting & grinding against the bones of peace
Looking into our eyes with the silent screams of forgiveness
Looking legion into the eyes, screaming
I LOVE YOU!
~Reborn
Rainbow has many colors
Just life is blend with dark and light
Happy and gloomy moments, yet
We thank God for the blessing we receive.
Roses are red and pretty, yet
It has many thorns attach to it
Just life is blend with hope and glory
We thank God we survive each day we live.
Road is clean and pave, yet
It has many crossroads and avenues to take
Just life is blend with decision and option, yet
We thank God we're able to cross finishing line safe.
Cold and running out of light,
a winter's afternoon seems
to gather the last few things
to put on view -
clouds hurrying across the sky
with shapes that suggest a face
or a butterfly
and hanging just above
the rooftops, the pale outline
of a daylight moon.
And the mood
of a late afternoon settles here too
in the long shadows cast
by words across a page
through which the mind
passes, seeking out something
to attach to, the glow
of its own moon,
a flickering memory looking
for a breath
and ahead, lodged somewhere
in the coming dark, a small,
indistinct blur, closing in
towards a rendezvous.
Detach to man's fool,
The enemy of your soul
Attach to God's rule.
I hope one day the world is blessed to understand
every person we meet or have ever met
no matter what letter or letters we attach to them…
are part of the same alphabet.
That the same alphabet where we get L G B T and Q
has the letters H A T E and L O V E too.
That it’s not the letters that can hurt a person
that injure or offend them
It’s how we see the letters
It’s how we choose to blend them
Growing up in the GOP, the
Shadow of Lincoln, among others was strong.
Yet as time rolled through, subtle but
Drastic change has occurred, both in the short & long.
It has morphed through a rear-view mirror,
Looking for its greatness and glory in the past.
While failing to work on any future,
Or any progress that might stand and last.
At the core, they're seen combating truth,
With enough lies that burden and inflame.
With the power and legal agility, to
Try and displace reality and delay the game.
Holding on to conspiracy as concrete footing,
Such that Q-anon and the satanic are real.
They attach to the fanciful by fear mongering,
With only repetition as a fraudulent seal.
So as they chase down the boogeyman and demonic,
Lo and behold, they tend to find a democratic face.
Where even 'RINO's are tracked down and hunted,
Becoming endangered in their once-safe place.
This pursuit has shown its vile nature,
As violence threatens those to dare realities view.
And I can only hope that justice will survive,
And the truth will provide the final clue.
She was a great mama
Her seeds fly off in many directions
Dispersing themselves in farms, gardens, meadows
Some attach to cattails next to ponds
She feels confident
Her seeds know what to do
They are ready; fully prepared
She watches them go, knowing she did her best
How many other dandelions can say this?
Her husband says, “How can you watch them go?”
I am proud of it, she says.
Glad I was woman enough to prepare them for the world.
Wickedness can be use for rapists
But what will one attach to plagiarists?
Amazing
how smells
attach to a memory
More vivid
than eyesight
hearing or touch
They wait
deep inside us
to capture the moment
When all
other senses
—have started to rust
(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)
Many times we cry without tears
The fears we attach to our subconscious mind
We become blind to our destiny
Yet we discover that silence only makes it louder
Crying without tears is a common practice in the 21st century
Having tears empties the soul
Having no tears paralyses the soul and
Makes us numb in the face of many circumstances
Crying without tears will often
Allow you to go through the motions
This stream of passivity
Will cause you to be blind to your destiny
Crying without tears is a common practice in the 21st century
Having tears empties the soul
Having no tears paralyses the soul and
Makes us numb in the face of many circumstances
Let’s break free
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
Sandbagged the walls to
insulate sound
Mercy Oh humbled men
who are mercy Bound
trumpeted muses amongest
the fray
wine drunked night
a sun filled day
Extrudtions of evening past
Scoria pumice
must you ask
then as weighted we
stand tall
amongest the needs
there beyond the brink
of thought
we gather than to
do our part
oh ye men
oh nobeled souls
the spirt of night must
unfold
the skirt whores
to chore than labor
to be characters of men
who wishes there favor
Those whores who
wish to attach to you
so other men
might feel
what they have is true
Labor ye
oh Extruded souls
labor ye
thy thinkest control
I
Before Jesus I loved Veda and Vairagya
Detach here, attach to Transcendental there
Practice with people, prophesying Jesus:
Do not JUDGE. But how to avoid such?
II
Buddhism bestowed the key, as Paul
Did in Epistles. Reading Romans 12
"Renew your mind, do not conform -
Be transformed." Mindfulness my gain
And complaint: I ought to see, sense, hear
Still not put labels to lots of stimuli? No
III
Yes, I fail. Especially education is
All about labels and labeling: no name
Means we have no handle. So why not
Go on doing life without labeling? Alone;
Is the only way. Detach, then attach:
I tried once with a prof. "I won't tell
My name. You'll forget anyway." Youth!
You feel trapped
Locked in a desolate world on your own
Stuck inside a troubled mind
Feeling lost, wandering alone
You wonder how this happened
You ask, “why me?”
All the confusion; the pressure
The unbridled stress and anxiety
But there's good news in this world
The battle, is not you
It's the thoughts in your mind
The problem, is you thought they were true
So listen, don't attach to the words
Now clarify the pictures you see
New perspectives emerge
Images inline with reality
The internal world can be traumatic
It can appear to be callus and unkind
But when you realize you are holding the key
Liberation, is just a matter of unlocking your mind
in a storm of Uncertainty
haunting signs of conspiracy
rise from the stands
whisper from the sands
papers mailed to hands
invasion of many lands
an invisible enemy
crosses land and sea
an invader from inner space
arms from a hidden face
attach to the human race
technology stares into outer space
to find an alien life-form trace
while fingers point to a hidden room
with white coats that weave their genetic loom
still life is lost way too soon
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