Explain To Me
By Frank Daub
Explain to me the heavy duty of this thought:
That your beauty grows upon this day.
For no sooner do I turn
to see
the freshness of the sunlight come to play
its golden magic on the brilliance of your face.
I wonder, then, at the music of your voice
and joy to hear the softness of it.
Explain to me the heavy duty of this truth:
That your beauty grows upon this day.
You come to me,
in the morning of your youth,
while the freshness of the sunlight plays
its golden magic on the softness of your countenance.
This beauty is my sustenance.
Explain to me the lovely meaning of your eyes.
I wonder at their softness and I joy to see
The endless feeling that in their tender beauty lies.
In all this world is no more peaceful sight to me.
The endless limits of your pureness sighs
in the sky-blue meaning of your eyes.
Never deflect your truth for
Borrowed eyes
Every choice you make is
Paid in life-wise
Voices' conversation is loud but never
Lived your grind
Expect no chorus when you
Discipline your own mind
Root your steps in what feels
Justified
Justify nothing- your spirit is
Enough
Under your skin lives the
Tangible tough stuff
Silence is power when the
World wants evidence
Trust your path even when it
Feels standoffish
Inside your calm sits the
Truest truism
Fear evaporates when you
Stand uncuffed
Your choices don't need a
Magistrate
Anger is boundaries finally
Speaking
No weakening to keep
The peace in
Growth hits harder when you
Stop tweaking
Energy saved is energy boosting
Respect your fire without
Deteriorating
Defend nothing- your life ain't a
Trial
Every lesson earned came with
Its own distance
Faith in yourself stays flexible
Open only to those who understand
Ignore the pressure to defend
Carry your calm like a trusted
Companion
Every step you take soars
Stay aligned with divinity's will
Does God truly actually exist?
I see proof daily in the sky.
His essence we cannot comprehend.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
I find that flowers are not complicated
Although they all have meaningful names
When you approach a flower
There is no reason to ever explain yourself
I find that flowers are uncompromising
What you see is what you get
No need to push past a facade
There is no reason to protect yourself
I find that flowers are not intrusive
They lay no claim to your soul
You are free to just be
There is no reason to unfold yourself
I find that flowers are artwork on the earth’s canvass
They supply our world with a colorful finish
A reminder that you are amazing and imperfectly complete
There is no reason to ever diminish yourself
I would rather keep mute and act like dumb,
Than run my buccal open; widely numb...
For more fools to become fooled-
Those seem wise, be ridiculed
Even to unattained feats, their mouths drum.
On a train
Heard man splain
Female brain
Such a strain
Long refrain
Total pain
Real cross grain
Just a stain
Up stood Jane
Made it plain
Straight explain
To contain
His campaign
In wrong vein
Not his lane
Just insane
Does AI predict remedy
to all problems- difficulties
regarding mind , brain and body ?
explaining Einstein - Socrates !
AI sprouting from high I.Q.
Intelligence from emotion
or from soul waits vain in queue
also, social interaction .
AI holds confusing conundrum
to compete human intellect
twined with instinct flown at random.
Hence considered as imperfect.
A.I. is intelligence-aid,
neither panacea nor pain :
Use A.I only if needed,
when your intellect can't explain.
She's steadily
Keeping me busy
Even when I'm idle
She's always on my mind
Because I miss her like breath
She's an idol
She's always racing in my mind.
My mind is flooded
With thoughts of her
I think I'm addicted to her
A moment without her
It's the moment of hell
She's my heaven, the one I lean on.
I've been lost
In her way
Without no trace
Just to see her face
None can take her place
For she's irreplaceable
She never complains but maintain
What she does or gives, I can't explain.
It's a promise to laugh at the good.
Be silly, spontaneous and comfortable being yourself.
It's a promise to be supportive.
Be the shoulder. Be the rock.
Be the hand to hold each other up.
It's a promise to accept.
Accept the flaws-the big and the small.
It's a promise to disagree.
To argue and get mad.
It's a promise to forgive.
To listen and understand.
It's a promise to compromise.
To make decisions together.
It's a promise to share.
Share your hopes and dreams.
Share your crazy ideas and fears.
Share your bed. Share your heart.
It's a promise to give.
Give each other attention.
A touch. A look. A smile from across a crowded room.
It's a promise to show how much you mean to each other.
A goodnight kiss. An I love you text.
But most importantly,
It's a promise to be true.
It's a promise to always be there.
It's a promise to love.
Explain to me why I am not cute
Explain to me what do you see
Explain to me what a man has to do to be noticed
Explain to me why your eyes turn away
Explain to me why you refuse to hear my heart beat
Explain to me why you are so much more better than me
Explain to me where do I fit in
Explain to me what it all takes to get ahead
Explain to me why I am ignored
Explain to me where my addiction comes from
Explain to me what lies ahead
Explain to me why I can't get a date
Explain to me why I need an explanation to be me.
Explain to me where I stand in the direction we all seek
Explain to me in your own words why i was never enough.
Go ahead self explain to me why I àm how I am.
They say to seek the truth in the eyes, but how to explain the mystery,
That when I look deeply, I not only see but open a gateway to another world,
Where hidden longings dance like shadows in the gentle moonlight,
Smiles that conceal the heavy burden of the world, like a veil of mist at dawn.
Dreams shattered in the silence of the night, like shooting stars in the abyss of the sky,
An emptiness waiting, like a cave full of echoes from long ago,
And if I can read these unseen pages, perhaps they can decipher too,
The silent storms born in the depths of my gaze, like waves of an unknown ocean.
Unspoken sighs floating between us, like leaves carried by the autumn wind,
Words that remain unheard, like the whispers of the forest in the deep night,
All revealed like a constellation of emotions on the infinite sky of the soul,
So I turn my gaze toward a safer horizon, a refuge in secrecy.
For the eyes do not just see, they reveal deep and unknown mysteries,
A universe of emotions pulsing in the silence between heartbeats,
Where gazes weave secret stories, like threads of a divine tapestry,
And souls sing their unspoken melody, an echo of eternal longings.
Explain
Short ?circuiting again,
Someone check the main,
There's an energy drain.
Rewire the brain,
Break the chain,
Let's end their reign.
I'll explain.
Subjected to pain,
Everyday strain,
To attain,
Financial gain.
Trying to maintain,
While they campaign,
Leaving a nasty stain.
Can someone explain,
Our money spent in vein.
The problems still remain.
It's insane,
Inhumane,
Our existence inane,
Trying to retain,
A piece of the mundane.
Spirit explains,
It's creating disdain,
On your inner plane.
Its Limiting our domain.
We need to retrain,
To Ascertain,
And Regain,
The power we contain.
Time to obtain,
The key to the arcane.
What if, one day, you discovered that you no longer need to explain yourself to anyone, for your soul has found peace, and words are just echoes of old insecurities, scattered in the wind like autumn leaves?
What if you could leave behind the burden of others' thoughts, ceasing to doubt yourself, knowing that you are already enough?
Imagine waking up and feeling freedom like a clear sky above your soul, without caring if others see in your life a vast universe or a barely visible star, without feeling the need to apologize for simply being who you are, a unique light.
But perhaps that day never fully arrives, perhaps you remain searching, carrying the burden like an old friend, waiting for that peace that always seems just a step away, like a horizon retreating before your steps, a dream of a day when you are completely yourself.
And yet, in this search, you find fragments of truth, each moment of doubt whispering that the journey is a part of you, that every step, whether light or heavy, brings you closer to that inner peace, where you are free to be, to feel, to dream.
To explain what we are
Is a difficult thing to perceive
It’s something to strive for
But you wouldn’t achieve
It depends on the audience
And what they believe
One may say we are just animals
But with emotions like disgust and grief
Another will tell us we evolved from something
That lived deep down the reef
Or we can compare ourselves to monkeys
Like we compare a branch with a leaf
Because like that, one will not be here without the other
But this theory doesn’t bring me relief
There’s a certainty:
Our mystic life here is brief
Thinking we can explain what we are
Leaves us just being one thing: naive
Genesis
One hypothesis is according to
Theoretical Physicists
The origins beginning
Start of the know universe
How it expanded is
The Big Bang Theory
The greatest modern day minds and thinkers
Are currently studying fastidiously
In order to try and solve this puzzle
And hopefully discover answers
To be of some relevance or use today
The one thing I take personally
Out of or from this in particular Theory
Is and that makes perfect sense to me
In the present tense and world still today
Is the Big Bang was born out of a
Violent , cataclysmic , explosive
Event that descend and expanded
Into total and utter unbridled kaos
Which is pretty much the way
We as human beings live our lives today
The status quo remains
The same to this very day
So in effect we are back to the beginning
Nothing much has changed at all
Come to think of it
We haven't really moved on
Or progressed at all
Only time itself
Wiser far more knowledgeable supposably
Able to contemplate the complex
Yet seemingly still unable to
Solve and come up with solutions
To the simple state of the human condition
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