Accountability is like a signature
that puts one's name directly behind a promise;
When the stamp of fault has left its mark,
the hands of guilt cannot hide the mess.
Accountability is like luggage
that carries the consequences of what we choose;
The suitcase of error exposes the blunder,
revealing what the bearer tries to refuse.
Accountability is like a camera
that captures and preserves the evidence;
When the lens of mistake witnesses the crime,
the picture of proof reveals grave offense.
Accountability is like a hook
that lets results catch up with those who do wrong;
The snare of slips silently sits and waits to trap
with a string of detection, swift and long.
Accountability is like a calculator
that computes the end result;
When the keypad adds every miscue,
on the screen, it will display the fault.
There are skeletons in my closet:
Well, we all have some of those.
Everyone has secrets
They’d like to hide I suppose.
Most people’s hidden skeletons
Are minor ones, no doubt.
Just a bit embarrassing
If anyone found out.
Little indiscretions,
Committed long ago.
But things they’d really rather
Their family didn’t know.
But the bones that fill my closet
Are not a metaphor.
I have a pile of real ones
Littering the floor.
For I am Jack the Ripper,
A man of great renown.
Slaying ladies of the night
After dark in London Town.
And, until the police catch up with me,
I intend to keep on going.
Soon I’ll have to move house.
My closet’s overflowing.
The thrill of waking up each day is mine
Greeting the morning light with a big smile.
To listen to the tweeting birds divine
While snug and warm in bed, I’ll stay a while.
But soon arise, get ready for my day
Feel happy that I really have the time.
To do the things I love without delay
Go for a walk, enjoy the bright sunshine.
Catch up with friends for coffee and a chat
We laugh and tell each other what we’ve done.
Our special friendship sharing this or that
They make me happy each and every one.
Yes, waking up each day, is such a joy
And doing what I love is my employ.
Despite a lovely day with friends,
To catch up with a meal
And a gift of potted daffodils
Which, to me, hold great appeal…
A small intrusion of A.I.
Disturbed me in a way
That’s impossible to process
And thus harder to convey.
A photograph of me today,
At lunch, a friend beside,
Was followed by an altered one,
Which A.I. did provide.
Our friend’s son, who’s a techno whiz,
Created it in jest
To make it look like 1990
And it passed the test.
My face and hair looked similar
To how I do appear,
But the clothing and the body
And the earrings made it clear
That it wasn’t me, but rather
Some strange version that was made
By a product I don’t understand
And makes me feel afraid.
The photo won’t go further
But it gave me just a taste
Of the power of the future
And how we can be replaced.
"We are not just the future to come, We are 'The FutureNow'.
What we do NOW will determine WHO and WHAT we will be TOMORROW.
What I was YESTERDAY is what I am TODAY. When TODAY comes it is no longer YESTERDAY. It is TODAY and when the FUTURE comes, it is TODAY.
Stop worrying about what you did YESTERDAY and concentrate on TODAY and what you will be TOMORROW, because when TOMORROW comes it is TODAY.
The FUTURE is always in front of you and you will never catch up with it. It will always be 'The FutureNow'."
To catch up with you in time
That would be a lovely bonus
Not just for my tiny mind
But for both of us
Living over times again
It’s my secret combination
Riding on the midday train
To the Aylesbury station
Then approach a taxi stand
Weston Turville I shall say
To Wendover road ahead
Then to 16 Marroway
And the road’s as long as never
It was prior to this ride
You would be surprised how clever
I can travel back in time…
Tilting windmills, chasing rainbows
I run and run to catch up with the sun
Instead of simply waiting
For it to come around again.
Like a child I build my castles
At the edge of lapping waves
With moats and berms and bailing bucket
Knowing the inevitable awaits.
To cry just the same when it comes
Wave after wave,
Cleansing and removing
All my efforts, all my dreams.
Seasons come and seasons go
In every realm and stage of life
And still the child remains within
Wishing upon a star in vain.
Please give it all to me,
Make it last, make it mine
And never take away
What is nothing but a dream.
(1/10/26)
Time flies,
But here I am, in a race with time,
She mounts on her wings,
with every flap in every second, she goes farther,
I set my eye on the horizon as I ran, pounding my feet on the earth.
Isn't time partial ?
She runs “tik tok tik tok” in the night whilst we lay
motionless on our bed yet strolling in dream land to jolt up in the morning to catch up with what flies.
Memories returning
There comes a time
When will be the revolution of the mind
Life shall be lifted above what is normal now
We shall all pass into a new stage
A new face of time
And upon this era shall be
Memories returning
Memories returning
There is a natural mystic
In the air
There is a natural revolution in energy
We can’t go back to our old mind
There is a natural turn around
So catch up with your self
Not with what life offer anymore
The new way is about conciseness not materialism
Ill fate I call, luck lingering on chance,
Others may call it law of seeds and sprouts,
And yet others, destiny's dappled dance,
A thing when duly happens what use doubts?
And karma clings to catch up with the life
To dish out platefuls of pickled fortune,
Or life of frustration, of sour fruits rife,
Dark rainy clouds or sunshine of mid June.
Life has to learn to live with Providence,
Which, like a river flows as is meant to—
To meet ocean— how making little sense,
For, destiny leaves blueprint nor a clue.
Life traces no straight line in curvy space,
Rejoice still, no atom seems out of place.
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Sonnet | 05.11.2011 | destiny, life, luck, philosophy
Note: If something happens, how and why are matters of philosophical debate. But something happens, we see it, where are the doubts? Remember, even chaos has at its core some method in madness. One has to live in a curvy-linear world of no straight lines.
A part of me wants to be
With my family to take care-
Of them and lead the responsibilities-
Which needs to be fulfilled.
A part of me wants to be
In solitude to catch up with-
My goals and have an identity of my own-
Without care about today’s society.
Look at the way they cheer
The way they rant and geer
All that desire to learn and
they leared
I see a chance to venture on
paths unknown to me
I feel it's my plight in life
to seize a moment i need to be
For only a moment i might feel
the light of glee
Edited my life story it seems
less in reality
and more in my dreams
Vintage in thoughts
Reemed with rot
I am though i aught
to care or to not
Dwindle in my capacity
i ask of thee to flee
from mental gratuity
And hope the majority
can catch up with the moral reality
Museums
A place full of stories
Of art
Not just in the paintings
But in the people too
A little black girl walking hand in hand with her mother
Her eyes lit up in wonder
Wandering what she would discover
While she walks around
Spinning around
And jumping up and down
She doesn't see
That everytime she jumps the light reflecting on her beautiful brown skin makes it glimmer
Like little flecks of gold placed exactly
Like when the sun reflects a river
She doesn't see
The way her beaded braids move
Eagerly trying to catch up with her
Dancing in excitement
Enjoying this moment
Wishing she could forever stay this innocent
She shines like a diamond
She doesn't see
Her warm chocolate eyes
The way the brown melts peoples hearts
Her eyes alone could be artwork
An artwork that could instill innocence in every person It meets
Her eyes A superpower
That could bring people together
Just before she leaves
She looks at a final art piece
And for the first time she sees -
"Mommy it's me"
It was called the art of the reflection in the mirror
And when she looked in it she felt prettier
STRUGGLING TO SURVIVE AND TRYING TO PLAY CATCH-UP WITH EVERYTHING I HAVE MISSED.
AT THIS POINT IN MY LIFE, I HAVE LIVED AND EXPERIENCED MORE THAN WHAT A NORMAL PERSON GOES THROUGH IN THEIR WHOLE LIFE.
I FEEL I HAVE MORE LIVES THAN A CAT, ON ABOUT MY 6TH LIFE RIGHT NOW.
Some witches want to rumble
But they forget I believe the Bible
There are so many fights
Jealousy is alive but
I survive because of the Blood of Jesus!
I am coming as a Kingdom Citizen
The witches are citizens of darkness
Brokenness taught me never to fear a fool
Being cruel will catch up with you
The Word becomes fuel as
I unleash my ambitions as a teacher
Some witches want to rumble
But they forget I believe the Bible
I am fulfilling my ambitions
Because of the Blood of Jesus!
Mark Frank
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