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They said

Past be not
With these currentceies
Past me not
That I had to find
Something different and
Unique 
Past me not
In such a distinction
To be all you
Want me to be
Lovers most
the sweet surrender
Dolce the sound
That had seemed
Unsatisfied I speak
Us asunder
Replenish my fait
In thee
Oh blessed me
That you are my lover
Oh blessed me
You might take my hand
Salvage all
That we have
Together
So that we
Might still remain friends

Then he whispered
Love in the conversation
Related me to
Fiancee 
I excepted his want
With an answer
We begin
This Glorious day
I sang
Jesus
Jesus
Allan is not
Perfect and kind

I sang
Jesus
Oh, Jesus
Love our sweet remind

The looms of Cashmere and Lima

Nice shoes
and a fancy saddle
a beautiful horse
a gorgeous, gorgeous horse!

Oh to be, love and excepted
a graduier way for me to feel
a gaudy way for self expression
the silk you see is for real
owning and caring for
the whole ordeal
shined my shoes
they shine like polished steel
people of this hemisphere
an earthy more healthy
way to play
to sing from such a position
all can hear what I say
every sorted gesture
ah rhmns for singing
not just any ole way
this one has meaning

Oh til then
on we go
if you need
I'll told you so
aint no love
like you and I

When the world
opened it's eyes
a covering of clouds
in the sky
fruits for us
portioned to be
the offering of
my love for thee

You must think I am crazy
lap steel guitars
string benders
Bassey Grooves
and drums

Harvest

harvest in his beak
muted excepted for its blush
poised on white pumpkin
winterberry holly fruit
a treat for the midnight crow

She of Oak Island

Frequently she said of the other
who she compared
him to her
other
Asset based relationship
ought not include one or the other men
to know whats happening
Should one include
somethings that
is rude
and should the other dictate
for the other to either
ne-go or negate
it's all in the wording
that it is either excepted or rejected
most common then it's mentioned
as a point of reflection
then she schemed to meet him
must she scheme to keep him
to make so many people
involved: are these then to problemate
or problem resolve?

Surrender

O Master, I laid all my burdens before you
I set all my pains, joys, and dreams at your feet
Surrendered them all for the chance to adore you
That we might be joined in communion so sweet

I gave you my life, which you gladly accepted
Desiring all my devotion and praise
You claimed me—no part of myself was excepted
That Your perfect plan might ordain all my days

I yielded myself to a life of abandon
To follow my Shepherd wherever You lead
You captured my heart by your grace and affection
I truly believe You are all that I need

But now, in my hour of trial, I falter
I see I am weak, and am losing control
I cry as my gift is consumed on Your altar
Becoming short-sighted, forget I the goal

Did I not yield freely my life to your lordship?
Did I not desire Your altar’s pure flame?
I chose to surrender, no matter the hardship
And yes, my intentions today are the same

I gave my gift freely; my life is to serve You
You rule o’er my heart and my life still today
Yes, there at Your throne I gave everything to You
I shall not take back that which I gave away

I Am Known

I Am Known

Space:
endless expanse, eternal, inexorable.
Time:
Unknowable, from unbeginning befores, untill unending tomorrows.
An ache in my mind,
 A weakness in my knees,
A dread in my bowels,
 A tremor in my hand,
A widening of my eyes. 
I move myself from point A……to point B.
Nothing else can I control but Me.
I draw a margin; fence in what I can...
THE CHALK OUTLINE OF EVERY MORTAL MAN. 
Where I begin must be defined.
Where I end debated by the wise.
Utilized, understood, unknowable, unearthed.
Enter: ... examined, excepted, eulogized ... Exit.
Planted, placed, positioned, pushed, pulled, PUT.
A single grain of sand; one lonely star; a tiny blade of grass; who knows who you are?
One of the many billions of microscopic seeds sown, 
But the planter is Great and I am...
...Known.

Happy was the Song she Gave Me

Meet a fabulous woman
asked her for a date
she  excepted my invite
I went home and prepared
for that day
I smiled when I met her
things got underway
I remember it was
a special day

Flowers and chocolates
ah scented perfume
she smiled and excepted it
 from the first week of March
 til round about June
we meet and dated
got our instruments fine tuned
we started singin about
ah Kookey love together
Ah Lovers endeavor
)She and I(
Made references to marriage
said she wanted ah ring
told me she was in love
you know that whole
Lovers thing
said she was pregnant
we were on our way
What's more to say
we're in love

Happy Is the song
she gave me
Happiness we'll play the role
She and I together
we just let love take control
Happy was the song that saved me
when I was down and out
happy was the song she gave me
if you really know love
you know what I'm talking about

The Reckoning

A reckoning, daring taunt bestowed 
my weariness, a covenant catering 
to the boundary, of self why I'd become
 
more open to resolve, life's issues
abundantly, as though life was simply,
a passing fancy, cleverly orchestrated 

to be rehearsed, over and over again 
while I'd gravely, excepted a single 
faint hue, as a quaint challenge
 
flowing as a heavenly hue edifying, 
a sheer witnessing, the pondering 
whims that gathered beyond, 

St. John Paul passages, of hidden 
messages, morbidly explored casually 
expressed, graphically in stone.

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The Zulu Kingdom

It has truly been a journey 
The sequence of the unexpected 
It has truly been an exploration 
The discoveries of the ancient
It has truly been a strategy 
A building of a nation,

As the water falls into the pot
May the amazement be amazed
As the wind starts to blow 
May the unexpected be excepted
As the sky begins to clear
May you know who you are
An ingredient of one's self,

It has truly been a plan
The Unveiling of betrayals 
It has truly been a century 
The memories of lies
It has truly been amazing 
A modification of a nation

The Trials of Thought

The trials of thought.

Up you get !  and down you go,
turn on, turn up, and !
Ingest the ingreidients
of the set menu show
 
Sit sat there ! You belive that your free!
Is that an Elephant ?
That im expected to swallow,
Climbing a very tall Tree  

That thought, has sunk in,
Fully Excepted , without question! !
Any susspcion of truth
disapears to the delete bin

Cancel and Click ! Lies are power 
presenters are party to this !
Removing key blocks
from your heads jenga tower


So, up you get,  down you go !
lifes tower, now collapsing,
brain and mouth firmly stiched,
words of truth banned, in a  show.

Realm of Happiness

I look for a definition to a meaning for my pain
My lack of self worth and self esteem
I have traveled these brutal seas of fake change
The direction worked then but my compass of thought was way of course
The streams they seem all the same
Lack of trust lack of happiness
 The essence of me not so pleasant
I look in an unforgiving mirror each day struggling to exist
Its like am i caught in this current of relapse each day
Questioning everything i am and want to be
I ponder past decisions past explorations
Discovering only the same wasteland of emotion
I try to speak i try to make sense to me and everyone around
It appears strange and compromised
The words i want to say come out better sometimes on these pages of time i write upon
Its seems i am conflicted with in my own being
I wish to be better in all i take on but it turns more into chaos than anything else
How does a man better himself if he believes he could never be excepted in his own eyes to exist in any realm of happiness.

Learned Lessons

When in time of memories past
we connect to simple thoughts
pouring to the surface of loves
sweet embrace.

Lessons learned are never in vain
when it comes down to aligned
effortless desires.

Belief has no boundaries when
we reach out for answers that
flow without a thought.

The silent portrait shows harmony
untouched when we believe that
all satisfactions are uncountable
when living has no timelines.

Admiration fuses equally with
tender understanding, knowledgeable
reasoning high above our knowing.

Simplified expectations adorn with
acceptance, collect intellectual material
 making life complete.

In the remittance of awkwardness we
except what has to be excepted, passing
on the bloodlines of another generation
to a different intelligent being of deeper
understanding welded  in one, flowing
freely inward.

Collective knowledge penetrates together
in the mind seducing energy to the fullest
ability to focus above understanding.

Being one with the universe portrays an image
of love, power, peace, and harmony throughout
the world forged to be completely understood
without mystery.

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With I'M From

"And yes I've been the Devil,
And yes I've excepted the heat,
And yes I've dealt within what I deserve,
And yes I've finely found the hope in hell,
And yes rised above the smoke,
And yes I'm here with the face of the so called God,
And yes now I'm trying to express of hope and love in life through all the good and the bad,
And yes I'm no longer the same as most,
And yes I'll never hear within the words of fools no more,
And yes I'm here as well as you but showing within a thought many dont express in life."

-Ds-

Often a Salary Is the Drug They Give You To Forget Your Dreams

You are worth more
The cure might be in understanding
The deceptive nature of your salary!

Your purpose in life is beyond a salary
But in reality many find themselves caught up
In the dilemma that their job becomes their graveyard!
Some are buried by their jobs because they are trapped in it!

Often, a deeper understanding
Brings out hidden aspects that we might not know about!
The composition of a salary is not the measure of a man or woman!
You are worth more
Hence, a salary is not the only measure of performance!
There exists a treasure inside of you that is priceless!
Don’t forget your dream and don’t let a salary blind you!
Many who only work for a salary tend to work less
Because they have excepted what they are worth
But not you because you understand that
Often a salary is the drug they give you to forget your dreams!

Mark Frank

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