Spirited seeks a match for that energy,
someone willing to jump in headfirst.
Cheeky talk can draw in an audience
who thrives inside their world of fiction.
Truth can be extremely difficult to handle.
Coming across as so eternally upbeat,
dark clouds steer clear of that sunshine.
Occupied minds will miss the details,
the sparkle in some smiles isn’t gentle.
A forlorn soul has a cracked window
leaving them completely vulnerable.
Curiosity always craves an adventure,
giving no thought to the consequences.
Nothing’s off the table to avoid boredom.
Naively each return a gaze with a rose,
some eyes only hold counterfeit sheen.
Spring, as the first rays fall on frozen ground
The dew glistening in the early morning sun
And below ground the green curl begins
As heat from the astronomers source
Penetrates the distant land
The budding fern begins her journey
Long fallen autumnal foliage
Settled over winter under snow
Degraded now, brings new life
Nurture the ground, replenishing
Restoring natures balance to the soil
For new life to spring as the seasons forge ahead
The summer showers to moisten and some
The thirsts of long sun-soaked days
Restoring, verdant and texture as fronds unfurl
To sway in autumnal breezes, as earth cools
Damp in the air denotes the coming fall
Mists lay on meadows as nights draw in
Finally the green fades, dried and darker
Winter wind flurries and rustles the tendrils
All visible growth now returning to earth
Yet as the winter rages, snow and ice
Below the soil the fern she waits, patiently
Until the sun once more penetrates the soil in spring.
There is a name the dusk will keep,
A low, unuttered thing—
It stirs beneath the olive leaves
And will not rise or sing.
Rocco, they said, as if a bell
Had tolled beneath the sea,
And something cold with jeweled eyes
Turned once, and looked at me.
No wind had moved, no branch had sighed,
Yet stillness grew so deep
I felt the world draw in its breath
As though it feared to speak.
Basalisk—O shadowed word,
With fire beneath its skin,
You walk the edges of the heart
And turn all longing thin.
For beauty held too long, they say,
Will harden into stone,
And eyes that dare to love too much
May petrify their own.
So let me pass with lowered gaze
Where quiet mercies lie,
Nor meet the gleam that stills the soul
And teaches it to die.
Yet somewhere in that silent dark
A fragile sorrow wakes—
For even stone remembers once
The shape that love could take.
“The avadhuta never knows any mantra in Vedic metre nor any tantra. This is the supreme utterance of the avadhuta, purified by meditation and merged in the sameness of infinite Being.”
As a separate self there is no one here
and therefore actions spontaneously occur,
without any agenda, desire or fear,
divine magnetism causing each cell to stir,
that as with throb of bliss beats we so concur,
we draw in by resonance, mantras from space,
as ever present outpourings of God’s grace.
Love is a designer of heart
That no one can't deny
It can never be a part
Too many time to shy.
Other love given less value
Living is torture to both mind
Giving self-esteem so low
Feeling the hot sun not blind.
Every design is detailed scrutiny
Every shade, color, and style willful
Giving to emotion somehow funny
With joy everything seems beautiful.
Someone's thought persevere with time
Others draw in between the line
Talents desire, pursue art with dime
True art truly forever shine.
The greater respect to the creator
Art itself speaks too many hint
Better to know the value to its core
The artist who lives in the paint.
Designing things is who you are
Ideas are freedom like dove
A kiss awaken dream thus far
Love is a design from above.
Natures Decay and Rebirth
Autumn sun warm on the balcony
The air was feigning grief
In the park the old oak tree
Dropped a single leaf
Hot coffee cup taken in hand
The leaves all golden brown
Nothing to do but stare and stand
Another slowly drifting down
The ground beneath was beckoning
Each crusty leaf to succumb
To meet their lifetime reckoning
Their living work been done
In flurries soon they’ll break away
Surrendering without a moan
Content to draw in every stray
The earth makes them her own
Time will pass, years go by
New growth will spring up high
Soil enriched with pure supply
By all that has to die
The sun was beating warm that day
My coffee cold.
My gosh you are the most beautiful women I have ever seen.
Your alabaster skin and the warmth of your heart within
illuminate your face I see when I close my eyes,
and I can take her beauty with me wherever I ride.
My desire, this desire is strong within,
I want your love it's an addiction
And I caught you staring at me once from a distance,
This had my thoughts racing at your beauty’s insistence.
If I were an artist, you are the canvas on which we lay,
If I were a poet your beauty would be at play,
to console and cajole (as you stand below the mistletoe)
you into a lovers embrace,
In the writhing and the sighing of our lovers’ interchange
let us not forget our place
we must honor God by covenanting as one
so, let’s be gracious and spacious
to one another as we step through the portal as up-abovers.
I can’t express this enough and there is more to be said,
I am captured by your beauty to the point of each distress,
so you as a model as this artist looks on,
I draw in all the curves from hill to glen
And think of all the kisses to your supple lips
and the flowers petals as they open
Dark clouds part
Spring sun warms land
Sleepy tree opens wardrobe
Fresh green cloak covers naked frame
Squirrel gymnastics performed against vibrant backdrop
Ignored by blackbirds busy building
Summer arrives
Leaf’s heyday
Flutters in warm breeze
Veins pump life into dainty form
Nature’s simplistic beauty
Too soon chill spreads across land
Winds gust challenging life
Leaf resists but colour changes
Green tinged with brown
Tree draws inward
Leaf’s lifeblood turned off
Brown vista prevails
Then airborne in autumn sky
Dark clouds draw in
Bleak winter arrives
Grounded, shrivelled, still
Life leaves leaf
The haunted house on the hill
Shift around at a moment's will
To draw in a crowd
Who's drunk and real loud
So they'll stumble in for the kill
We harvest all we can
to last us through winter
Glance at the majestic moon
and make a wish with her
Magical things happen
as her rays beam down
a soft side of night
cuddles us close
Dreams come in quietly
holding us nearer
We stop to reflect
on things gone by
The nights get shorter
the air carries a chill
which we wrap up against
Now's the time to shut down
I'll stir again when its warmer
until that time I will slumber
until spring returns
and the nights get longer.
Draw in a deep breath,
And boom your voice through my skull.
You scare me to death,
But there's never a day that's dull.
Tell me you're sorry and things are going to change,
"Well they'll change tomorrow baby not today".
Then tomorrow you slam the door against my face,
Wipe off the blood and tell me "It's okay".
And I tried to leave you just the other day,
But I woke up bruised and unable to recall.
You know whenever you speak to me it's a power play,
And if anyone asks you'll tell them "it was just a fall".
I'm going to take the dog, and I'm going to leave.
And you'll still sit here and refuse to grow.
And all of the love I had is going to turn to grief,
But if I'm going to heal, then I've just gotta let you go.
The Kingdom of God is among us
In Jesus Christ, we can trust
He is pure, so we can endure
Many preach a false gospel.
The truth is a dangerous weapon in
The hands of a person who is not true
For a long time, people have used the
Gospel merely to draw in money
The use of truth in an evil way is a common scenario
In our day and age
People are placed in a cage
They merely listen to leaders without
Studying the Text for themselves
The Cross is the Masterpiece
The Kingdom of God is the Truth and has become
A universal symbol of the sacrifice of God for all humanity!
The Kingdom of God is among us
In Jesus Christ, we can trust
He is pure, so we can endure
Mark Frank
Copyright 2025
In my dream the deception was deep,
This girl was healed through the enemy,
And everyone believed that this healing came from God,
She was showing proof that her sickness was gone,
She was passing around a rope that was plated in the middle with gold,
But the rest of the rope looked rugged and old,
I knew it looked strange as she passed it around,
As if she was endorsing others to use this rope she had found,
She said she placed it around her neck and God healed her instantly,
And I heard God whisper don't touch it, the rope is the disease,
He spoke to me clearly and went on to explain,
The rope is a trick and a noose to kill others this way,
The healing was sorcery to draw in more souls,
Used for the enemy to kill in number..he also tricked the girls soul.
all knowing God-mind
heart loving and kind
ours for the asking
whilst in bliss basking
there’s a catch of course
love employs no force
to ignite form prism
draw in magnetism
poised in witness mode
with heart our abode
we reclaim soul’s light
and bliss beat’s delight
Friend, do not ressasse
your dark ideas,
Death will come
Whatever you do,
Everyone owes it,
Don’t resent
Your appointments
At the doctor’s,
He doesn’t even think about it,
Under the palm trees
Draw in the sand
The heart of a girl,
Think of the turtle
Who lives peacefully,
Do not complain of your misfortunes,
Nor your thoughts,
Don’t resent
Love is like a sprig of lavender,
Feel it hunting
Your dark thoughts.
Don’t think about it.
Tomorrow does not exist.
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