I cross my heart and hope to die,
A childhood pact between you and I.
A sacred X, a secret sign,
Promising your heart would stay with mine.
We sealed our words with a silent grace,
A mirrored promise on each other's face.
One soul, two bodies, a perfect whole,
Bound by a truth that fed my soul.
But you broke the cross, you left the 'X' bare,
A gaping hole where you once were.
Left me to mend what you tore apart,
A shattered promise, a broken heart.
I cross my heart, but it's just a scar,
A ghost of a twin who traveled too far.
And I'm left behind, with everything to bear,
And a broken promise hanging in the air.
The Saint Lucia flag reflects the tropical sky,
with the colour blue representing fidelity
and the emerald waters
of the Atlantic Ocean and Caribbean Sea.
Gold represents the prevailing sunshine
and, of course, prosperity.
The triangles, they symbolize mountains,
the Soufriere twin Pitons,
and the people's hope and aspirations.
While there, couldn't help but smile,
for tho' located north of the equator,
with my eyes on an unusual sight
where, low on the horizon, and with clear skies,
I saw the Southern Cross every night.
You are in us - we will never die,
We come alive as you breathe Life inside.
Our spirits rise and soar anew,
Forever awakened, alive with you.
Your Cross has sealed our destiny,
Now we hold every victory key.
Life's doorframe, marked in Blood so pure,
A sign that your promises endure.
We love your presence, thoughts, and ways,
Your Words ignite our hearts with praise.
We have the mind of Christ within our soul,
You move and shift, you make us whole.
You grant us wisdom, insight so rare,
Unveiling life with tender care.
Once hidden in parables, now made plain,
You break the bonds of doubt and pain.
You are our awesome God, so bright,
Who turns all things to pure delight.
No weapon formed shall do us harm,
Your angel armies guard with strong arm.
Your eyes are on us, ever near,
You bless us with gifts beyond compare!
Do you have a crush on someone recently? you pry,
Girl, you sound like Sherlock, but with less alibi.
I know, I know- but are you sure? Perfectly sure?
Yes, unlike your math skills, my answers are pure.
You're not lying? I read your poems- caught my eye…
Congrats on your reading skills, do you want a pie?
Did someone else write that, or was it you?
Honey, plagiarism requires brains- guess who has two?
So you admit it? How can you? you yell,
Relax, this isn’t Judge Judy, I won’t go to jail.
You write love poems based on famous ppl? Srsly?
Yes, and unlike your crushes, at least they notice me.
I doubt you can write so much without going through it,
Yet here you are gossiping, proving my wit.
You post so people can read too, right?
Well duh, unlike your diary, mine sees daylight.
You had a crush in the past, I know it for sure now,
Congrats, Miss Detective, take your awkward bow.
You say I roasted myself- well that may be true,
But trust me, my dear, I roast better than you.
Today’s thought
Tomorrow’s venture
Bags packed
Wheels ready to spin
A Greyhound bus open road ready to begin
The journey through state to state
Stopping at towns being no mistake
Four days travel
Freeway wind
Various interstate routes
Distance far
Bus comfort than a car
Recline and relax
America’s acquaintance
Passerby wave
High Mountains up look
Heart of hope
The sense of cope
A friendly hand
Goodness in the land
Major cities after major cities observe
Into the morning, Night and next days
Soon to arrive
Refreshing sights that only the Greyhound Bus can provide
America’s beauty seen through the eyes
The skies being wise
Wonders never seen
Up close and personal
Travel to remember
Heart and Soul amber.
There is room at the Cross
Don’t toss your life on the banner of ruthlessness
Darkness can't keep out the LIGHT because
There is room at the CROSS
There is a place for you and me!
On the CROSS HE died for us
His BLOOD washed away our sins!
There is room at the CROSS
There is room in HIS KINGDOM
There is room for you and me!
The LIGHT is here to stay
It will not fade away!
The blade of error will not stop the light
Jesus rose from the GRAVE
He is the ONE that SAVED our lives
On the CROSS HE died for us
His BLOOD washed away our sins!
The blade of truth lives forever.
There is room at the CROSS
There is room for you and me!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2025
Here you are.. As am I.' This Intesection of
The internet is where todays (crossroads lie)
On the highway of the internet.' Here I call out
And cry..' Save your soul turn to Jesus He gave
All for you don't pass by.' Call Him into your being, His will is
That not all shall die.'
I sometimes feel
if JC had been broken on the wheel
instead of impaled and nailed to a cross
would Catholics be at a loss
or wave their hand
reeling in a circular motion
in front of themselves
when 'wheeling'
as opposed to 'crossing' themselves
while Trinity words were spoken
and if so clockwise or counter
my best guess is the former
as 'tho sacrificed
counter would imply
(oh no)
the anti-Christ
Thank You for the cross, thank You for the cross.
It is the cross that gives me strength and power to face each day.
It is the cross that provides the blood to wash my sins away.
It is the cross that shows the path to walk the holy way.
It is the cross that brings us hope of tomorrow's blissful land.
It is the cross that brings the grace of salvation You grant to everyone.
It is the cross that makes me trust in You, my friend and Saviour.
It is the cross that bears my sins and gives access to eternal life.
So thank You, Jesus, for the cross, it will never lose its power.
There it hung, quietly trembling
a cross etched above her heart
a man crucified in ink
on skin the world had judged.
My desire blurred the sacred
fingers brushed past holy lines
the cross shifting under motion
as if faith itself sighed.
She whispered, “Slow down, boy
this isn't a race to win
you're not here to conquer,
just to feel without shame.”
And in that moment, something broke
not lust, but my assumptions.
She wore a cross
and carried more grace than I did.
Not all devils wear horns.
Not all saints live in temples.
Some carry God
in the most unexpected places.
Nothing But the Cross
Nowhere can I turn for help but to you
Oh Lord. You are
The great physician who can
Heal my broken heart.
In You and You alone am I safe and
Nothing can harm my soul. You
Gave all through your son Jesus so my sins can be
Buried at the foot of the cross. I can be
Undisciplined in my life like a sheep
That has gone astray. But I know
That I can turn back to the cross for
Help and You will always be there for
Even someone like me. Through
Communion we are commanded to
Remember the new covenant that
Offered us true
Salvation. Thank You Blessed
Savior.
Sidewalks and roads morning, noon, and night
Hectic bustle of today’s life
From young tiny feet
To the old with silver in their hair
The noise of cars, trucks, and buses
Along with the machines that are improving
The roads, bridges, and sidewalks that are utilized daily
A symphony of chaos trying to distract our attention
Our attention we need to stay on course
Ensuring are safety is never out of reach
To reach out destination in one peace and safe.
With a quack, quack, quack, so our journey begins
How to safely cross the street. We quack, quack, quack with our partners
Our hand in hand while we look up and down the street we quack, quack, quack.
The next step still hand in hand is to cross the street with care.
Crossing the street we say waddle, waddle, waddle until we reach our
Goal of the other side of the street. Until safely reached
We repeat waddle, waddle, waddle until safely all reached.
Nothing But the Cross
Nowhere can I turn for help but to you
Oh Lord. You are
The great physician who can
Heal my broken heart.
In You and You alone am I safe and
Nothing can harm my soul. You
Gave all through your son Jesus so my sins can be
Buried at the foot of the cross. I can be
Undisciplined in my life like a sheep
That has gone astray. But I know
That I can turn back to the cross for
Help and You will always be there for
Even someone like me. Through
Communion we are commanded to
Remember the new covenant that
Offered us true
Salvation. Thank You Blessed
Savior.
He was led to that fateful cross
God's mind was made up
He would suffer Jesus as a loss
No now I shall have him rise
He shall touch, teach, and to heal
His life's purpose became so real
'It takes one to know one', so they do state,
but that won't take you far,
as we're never told exactly who these 'they' are.
'It's not what you know, it's who you know',
so the saying goes,
but the devil is in the details,
and I say, 'It's what you know about whom you know,'
which really goes to show,
whomsoever holds the power prevails.
'You have to give them what they want', so it is said,
but that only adds to my pique,
as I know not those 'them' of whom they speak.
Some may say 'I have an axe to grind',
but that's neither here nor there,
as I take issue with; 'they', 'who' and 'them' unknown,
yes it's my cross to bear.
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