In the shadowed corners of my thoughts,
In a whisper,
not heard,
l i n g e r s— unseen by the eye but
felt.
A tremor under my skin,
a pulse of doubt's steady march,
where questions collide with silence,
I own rooms in these echo chambers
which contain scattered dreams
Sometimes
in what seems like
perpetual night.
Being a lover and a poet
That's as melancholy as we know it
Me, myself and I
Collide with you, yourself and mày
There is music in the silence, in the rest of unheard notes. That is where I hold my breath. Where the universe spins out its code for me to read. I watch as the unfallen sky reveals her mystery. Language unfolds in choreography, dancing between each blink of intention.
But I have questions
If time is not real, then what are we?
Poison and the cure, she screams at crashing volumes. No one sees.
I lay in the soporific sequel, turning over in the concavity of restlessness. Trials of the past collide with warm static forming variations of need. They are all tied to strings. She strums them with shades of night. The unfallen sky weeps. No one is listening.
Stress cannibalizes stones hungry for frailty but each is weighted in expectation. High caloric bites of the unknown. Bitter tones of perceived reality. The answer is in everything we devour. In the stillness of cognition yet all we do is eat.
The mother feeds
The mother weeps
Begging for her witness
As they all sleep soundly in her suffering
A warped
zone
twisted &
unworthy of
grasping--
impossible to
escape.
No reward
No love
No answers.
Frantic fingers
scrape at the escape hatch
yearning to push the
EJECT button
(clinging to hope
for transmigration).
A glimpse into
dying
a flood of
deadly lies.
No winners
here
or there--
only
degenerating brains
in a neo-Roman Empire
where any-THING goes
& NO-body knows
anything.
The
grisly grass
crawls out of
the
Book of the Dumb
as
sighs of
solipsism
collide with
sneers of
narcissism
(& dirty rain
vilifies the
living dead).
The demigods
ejaculate
malevolent magma:
carving a brutal &
obvious fact
into timeless slime…
nobody
nobody
NOBODY
is
sane
Thinking, deciding, and cuddling all muddle flow.
I'm not a wiz; I solve, yet my riddles, I know
My thoughts and deeds, like an artists', are creative.
My reflecting and planning are liberative.
Should dews of hope be erased by beams of despair?
Should my compassion change as per seasonal air?
There are unconscious courses in my mind and soul.
Like webs that fuse each fleck and speck into a whole
Nightmares that slaughter peace within the inner shrine's core
Feeling that, like birds, above the skies of mind sore
Impulsive admiration of flimsy beauty
All this progress as though a soon-to-do duty
Love, happiness, forgiveness, compassion, and trust
Collide with loneliness, helplessness, and disgust
Self-awareness, like a breeze between tempests, struggles
Between beliefs and doubts, there are silent rubbles.
While sour dualities of good and bad exist
Isn't there, between each straight-seeming path, a twist?
Beyond the skyline, I watch an expanse
outside this earthly realm…
torches of balls glitter in seamless motion,
orange streaks rolling in random numbers,
circling ' round their territory
like crystal fibrils wheeling, darting,
perhaps prancing…
Yet in relays, heavenly bodies afar
do not collide with one another
each of them holding an alchemy where
millions are unnamed, undefined, unattained.
Pray tell, of what purpose do they rule
through a mystery, perceived by
human theories, not by an imprimatur
of a Source's universal law?
Prophets say it will take light years
to touch their faces and claim
residence within this galactic space
... but for now, mark it
as a restricted passageway.
As crashing waves collide with sand,
It’s pictured in the water's sway–
relentless, as a tide's demand
to wash the tracks of yesterday.
Yet, as it ebbs, new prints appear
in place of those erased by sea;
each step an echo, crisp and clear,
a silent, screaming memory.
Her eyes, like windows to the past,
as forceful as the ocean's surge–
to heal, then break me just as fast
when sky and sea begin to merge.
And she’ll not feel this déjà vu
or hear your echo in her voice;
but in her blood, she’ll carry you
and mirrors never have a choice.
The salty sea can sting so deep
when sprinkled on my wounded skin;
you walk beside her while you sleep
and reach me from the grave you're in.
I long to taste the softness of stardust,
like quivering ink of an artist,
weaving warm colors from maple moonlight;
draped in grief, drenched in evanescent light.
O chrysalis heart, healing in silence,
let whispers of autumn be your guidance,
when black butterflies on dahlias unfold~
death of a muse, carved in cinnamon gold.
There, in the garden of thistles and thorns,
you’ll find the essence of a rose that mourns,
as petals spill bleeding scars of the sky,
while crimson clouds of cocooned crickets sigh.
So listen as the russet reveries~
collide with melancholic memories..
It lasts Forever and cannot be Destroyed
The Kingdom of God is PEACE in this world
The Kingdom of God is a FEARLESS KINGDOM
The joy is seen in our citizenship of the Kingdom of God
The Kingdom of God thrives during trouble
Beauty is seen as we search the pages of the Bible
The potency of the Kingdom of God
Will guard you against the religions of this world
Kingdom Faith ADVANCES
Kingdom Faith SAVES
Kingdom Faith destroys religion
The potency of the Kingdom of God does not hide
It will collide with any barrier that blocks its purpose!
The Kingdom of God is a FEARLESS KINGDOM
The Kingdom of God is the safest place
The Kingdom of God is the most secure LOCATION
The Kingdom of God is the Most Stable Entity
The Kingdom of God is a PRACTICAL demonstration
The Kingdom of God OPERATES by Faith
The Kingdom of God is VITAL for the 21st century
The potency of the Kingdom of God
Will guard you against the religions of this world
Jesus is the King of the Kingdom and
The Purpose of the KING STANDS FOREVER
The labyrinth continues to confuse those
of simple mind leading them
deeper into the land of the blind
Sightless they stumble into the walls
of the maze with no concept
of time dizzy & in a haze
Reliving their days of glory has them stuck
in a simulation replaying the
same story on the same station
What was & what could have been are
constant thoughts in the mind
of the past they live in
Stagnation set in long ago while they
stayed stuck in a perpetual past
that passed them by
without them being in the know
Who knew it was time to move on
& continue to grow
before the chance to evolve was
all but gone like
leaves in the wind when it blows
Besides them only the lord knows how
it feels inside when those invisible walls
close in to collide with
them in the middle
At the point of impact they realize life
is a riddle with many
answers written on its walls
& they like us all have been played
like a fiddle
Trump collide with comet
blew up voters when bomb it
caused us to vomit
we will hear Trump say
with our minds he likes to play
ignorance display
were once over hump
what we should do is dump Trump
now is in a slump
Trump on discursion
when with him an immersion
trouble incursion
heard several times
if God never made Adam
there would be no sin
for there to be sin
will need to have a sinner
even if beginner
things started to take
Trump was found to be a fake
who we should shake and bake
when being weaver
in God became believer
always receiver
When words collide with thoughts of love
to fountain forth an eager pen
Then lines of light begin to form
and fill the page with hope again
A world that pirouettes in pain
will often bid a muse to bed
Then feelings bottled and constrained
can ne’er escape a weary head
Yet love not only heals the Earth
but all that hinders words to flow
So when I write with heart and grace
I write from what I yearn to know
Captain cook
I built a ship in a vale of stones and thorny bushes
It took 24 years and more to set sail on a dream
boat to China
I met her on the blue sea of Malaga, sailed on her
til she was 71, sought refuge in coastal waters
anchorage in the town of Mandalay
Deep sea ships have limited sails from port to port
are not allowed to stray from the chart, set by the man
in charge; every ship looks the same, is practical and sleepless.
Not. once did they let me be in charge; go back to your galley, you mad cook, they bellowed, you will only collide with the Dogger bank.
I built my ship, four decks, and a bridge
too far from shore to be of annoyance to anyone
The locals called me Captain Brave Heart, the man who
cleared the dale of snakes.
I'm tired, it took so long to be a slayer of words
ankle-deep in sad rejections.
I'm the master of my literary refusals, words
to feed the flame of elimination
Be anxious for nothing
Because there is always a way to achieve something
Grace, Courage, and Strength remain by your side
As you collide with the circumstances of life!
Know that darkness will
Spark a level of resistance!
Use it to your advantage
Let the storm not make you a monster
Take any pressure and
See what treasure it offers you
Keep your eyes on the prize and
Know that in difficulty you can rise
Your circumstances can make you wise!
You are courageous
Because you have a level of Grace attached to you
So walk in the beauty of your strength
Therefore, Grace, Courage, and Strength flow through you and
The length of your determination is rooted in your vision
Marl Frank
Copyright 2023
In Light
I was outside looking into the sky last night. A dense canvas of velvet flecked with stars, and a moon half shrouded in shadow. A mirror, shying away from a star's reflection.
It was so clear that it seemed like one could see eternity. I wondered if once again, you were also gazing into that same infinity.
It made me think about the speed of light.
How far light could travel into forever before it would collide with something. Maybe that something would be akin to an eye.
Perhaps somewhere in that vast emptiness 22 light years from here; someone or something sees the light we reflected and refracted all that time ago, and is watching the story of you and me unfold.
I picture that whatever it is, it's smiling.
It gives me hope. That out there somewhere in this universe, you and I are still us.
Even if it's only in light.
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