A voice without a word,
Is sometimes heard.
Not always it is better,
To loudly read a letter.
The words of heart,
From earth are apart .
The silence in aggression,
Leads to depression.
No one can hear,
The gentleness of air.
The fluttering of trees,
Produces cool breeze.
The peace and silence of nature,
Is destroyed by its own creature.
I kneel by the ash heap of my country,
pulling out the charred bones of laws
once tender with purpose. A womb,
a book, a vote—each gutted clean
by men in ties who grin as they light
the match, who quote scripture
as forests burn and children cry
in cages built from policy.
My daughter will not inherit
a peace I once believed in.
She will patch what I could not protect—
clean air, clean water, a truth
without spin, a touch without price.
Her hands will be calloused,
her hope hard-earned.
It is not that we lost something.
It is that they took it and smiled.
Jesus the Genius
Humble, Powerful, and All-Sufficien
The brilliance of Jesus can never be destroyed.
He is still working in the 21st century.
He is still saving lives and doing miracles.
He is present for anyone who calls on Him.
The genius of Jesus can never be destroyed.
His words will live on forevermore.
His deeds will infiltrate any organization.
His passion will deviate from any ritual.
He is the man of the moment, and He will not be stopped.
He will visit any place because of His unique grace.
Death could not defeat Jesus.
He remains the GENIUS for everyone to SEE.
The magnitude of the Lord’s fire should never be forgotten!
If you call on Him, He will take you higher.
Jesus is a genius; Jesus is the Specialist.
History has not quenched His power, and
The problems in life can be touched by a genius
Simply because Jesus is the Specialist!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2025
a house abandoned
walls caved in
the windows no panes
and the floors creek
yet still a spark of beauty
flawed and few
nothing inbetween
i stay reflecting on the past…
it used to be thriving
full of life
kids playing, people residing
the memories the walls hold
indents of several souls
the history of not one but two,
i take a step back
a dark shadow sweeps through
i slowly watch the rug unroll
its clearer now,
a story unfolds
the faint echo of screaming
and the vision of blood shot eyes gleaming
tear stained curtains rip off the wall
the cracks aren’t just age,
they’re scars, i withdrawal
the hands of man destroyed her beauty
left her falling apart, while neglecting his duty’s
i can’t help but think
she’s stayed so strong throughout the years
still standing tall despite hers scars and constant fear
but,
she’s abandoned now, all withered and torn
at the hands of a man she once adorned
but beneath the surface her foundation stayed strong
it’s the beauty within that’s made her last this long.
The day that Armageddon came,
he thought the entire thing was kind of lame.
Nothing but the noise and smoke of a fiery battle,
and people, left and right, bloodily slaughtered like cattle ~
not much different really from any other mediocre computerized game.
Destroyed life
Destroyed life, still walks
Lost lives and living love
Cool breeze in the forest
This is a cemetery life
Only a walking heart
Noble paths, looking past
Souls in the air loved lives
Forgotten times, beating hearts
Not everyone can see it
Just a suffering painful life
A lifer still wants to stay on
Still, maybe more, come love
Walk, present, gives life to the past
I want to live in the past times
Left this life, live in the eternal past
Build a new life
Forever
In the past
It’s time
My soul cries at the beauty of nature being destroyed by itself
Destroyed love
Two heart loved
Each other, theirs
Evil mentalists killed
Love flies away
Stayed sadness,
suffering and pain.
The air is foetid and breathing is so difficult.
The open window allows floating debris,
To spread its pungent staleness over all.
It’s a difficult struggle for sunlight to shine
Through the clouded fog we must inhale.
I see more pallid faces of people at the portal.
Where I read trees and flowers once grew,
Is now an industrial slum with a thick oil slick,
Oozing across the land, dead trees pillaged.
A cemetery for what once was, a thing called beauty.
Nothing that can be described that way still exists.
Farms had to die in the regal name of progress.
Oceans of fish polluted and poisoned, whales extinct.
No sand left on our beaches, Coral reefs destroyed.
Shorelines stinking and black, streams contaminated.
Waters have risen and islands sunk into the seas.
A novelty to see one of the remaining birds,
Concrete replaced something they used to call grass.
Praise the pharmaceutical manufacturers
Producing pills with vitamins to feed us and keep us alive.
There is a consistency
With the way you instantly
Always try and tear me down
Whenever you come around
Putting on an act so cruelish
Makes you look stupid and foolish
It used to make me sad
The words you said were awful bad
But now it just rolls off my shoulders
As I'm wiser and much older
I think it's funny as you try
To push me hard and make me cry
So you can impress your friends
But you'll soon learn in the end
Behavior like yours will just be
Not taken so seriously
As years pass quickly on through
And the only one that who
Will be listening to your bull
Is the voice inside your skull
Saying how your life was wasted
And you have just desecrated
All the good time that were missed
And everybody that you pissed
Off are gone and your left here
With black shadows everywhere
Reminding you of what was done
And a life that's dead and gone
forests, swamps, plains, oceans, meadows and even lakes
are being polluted, bulldozed and littered for goodness sakes
everything is being harvested or relinquished in human’s name
creatures are vanishing rapidly! is the environmentalist’s refrain.
animal habitats are carelessly dismissed or revamped; who can survive?
Eventually will skunks, whales fox, big cats, bees or geese still be alive?
Destroyed lives
By Michelle Morris
25/11/2022
Broken promises
Broken dreams
Destroyed lives
In the in between
The in between
Of me and you
The ideas in my head
Of what was true
You lead me on
Betrayed my trust
Took advantage of
My need for love
Meeting you
Changed my life
But not in the way
I ever imagined
Here I am
Buried in a shallow grave
Close to nature
In the least good way
You took my organs
You took my life
But most of all
You took my future self
Halted in its tracks
My special path
Now in Heaven
We discuss my faults
You might get rich
By deception and evil
But you'll pay the price
Of all your misdeeds
Whether pimping girls
Or selling flesh
You'll soon feel
The deepest regrets
For there is no loyalty
Among such bitter souls
Your brazen acts
Will always implode
A bigger monster
Is always there
To feed off you
Your certain death
It won't be pretty
And it won't be painless
But what can you expect
From a life so shameless
And when you stare
Into Satan's eyes
Remember He
Knows all your lies
Enjoy your pain
Your hellfire torture
You'll suffer eternally
As you ought to
© Michelle Morris, 2022
Soft spoken like Charmin
The earth is down to you
You'd sacrifice the clothes off your body
in a winter storm
Forever putting yourself out of the photo
Loyal to snakes
Spearhead in your spine
future bright as a lit billboard at 2 a.m.
all for $2000
Now you live among rapists, murderers
talking only within
Came out of the closet to me
and strictly me
Regret fills lungs like butterflies
My oldest friend
Dreamt of being a pioneer
We sucked ideas from each others brain
World conquerors together
Helped Mrs. Stalworth with 1000 groceries
Taught the slow boy to double knot
This is not your destiny
You befriended me when I was fresh meat
Orchestrating fundraisers in our minuscule community
Catching game winning TD’s
Unstoppable on the field
Nicknamed sticky hands on the gridiron
Now off it too
What changed, pal?
Times get rocky
you taught me that
Why can’t you take your own advice?
Frustration boils like magma
Secrets deteriorate a person
like battery acid
Why didn't you confide in me?
Heroin destroys like tornados
My heart full of glass and impotence
I could have helped you, brother
I'm sorry I let you fall
off that never ending cliff
A Country destroyed
And all nations
Want their fair share.
France
Britain
USA
Israel
Norway
Poland
Want their lucre.
That is why
Kaddafi
Was handed over
To the murderous thugs
Of Bengasi
Who killed him?
And now we have ISIS.
Could it be the oil?
Our bodies are made from stars,
The lustrous sanguinity of speckled nocturne,
The dispelled chemistry of supernovas.
Trillions of years old,
Trillions of miles traveling,
We are children of spacetime.
Our bodies are made from stars,
Our psyche emerged like fire
From star formulas of life’s order.
Spontaneous beings,
We always were and will be.
Our bodies are made from stars,
Any omnipresent maker certainly expected
Our rollout in animated evolution,
And positioned us opposing
The universal drift toward chaos.
But assembled with molecules,
What then is our place in the universe?
Our bodies are made from stars.
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