Your diagnosis is not your destiny
Grace to you in this century
You shall receive mercy
Because you show mercy to others
Season's change
Life rearranges itself
In proportion to your faith
God is able
We see this throughout the Bible
So know that your diagnosis is not your destiny
Your diagnosis is not your destiny
Grace to you in this century
You shall receive mercy
Because you show mercy to others
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
When fiat money is printed freely
Certain groups benefit more than others
Wealthy people who hold assets tend to
Reap the benefits as their assets increase
In proportion to the new money, while those
Who rely on fixed incomes or savings lose
Much of their purchasing power and wealth
Therefore
We need a money where people can trust
That their money will retain or increase in
Value and purchasing power. This money
Will help the poor save with confidence
For themselves and also their children
Leading to a brighter future for every
Person, when saving with Bitcoin
WE HAVE NOT TIME TO LIVE OR DIE
WITIH all the terror and peril which flows on earth and water and air and fire of sex and battles and madness, of torrential vengeance, seduction, and deadly revenge, Psyche lives to see the light of day:
And living in the light of the Pleiades, upon a small wooden chessboard with mushrooms While Mother Moon smiled AND
her logic in proportion to backwards 1.61 has with a human heart she coexists within the hearts of men and gods.
If you think you have read enough of my stuff, I have heard there is a ton more. I am currently hard at work on a book.
It is far too much for a single person to write. I could not believe it. No one would believe me anyway, but I do not
really care. One day it will all be done, and I will let you see how it is all put together.
Inside two covers held by infinity and answers to all questions. I loved my mother.
:: 09.09.2021 ::
What is the green in bending leaves we hear
so clear from all the moment’s parting air.
Could we insert ourselves between that pair
and be where we have always been, yet newly there.
Unconscious beauty will ignore all raptured stare
setting suns indifferent to our adoration’s care,
allowing her flowers to bloom out loud,
applying white of every cloud, to sky of blue.
Allowing paler whispers of a quiet hue
descend as field of stars and cover you.
Free distribution of properties unique,
even in proportion to our breath before we speak,
whether whisked away or held in its abatement,
suspended to the finish of her kiss
then faint back into normal life
away from momentary bliss.
NKPORO II
In proportion to the gospel of man about creation
& evolution & sand of time,
living in Nigeria is to kill like Osama Bin Laden without origin of profile,
& give your heart to crulty. Man down,
Father picked up the apple for me his good--for-nothing-child; a living dead.
non-living son.
What do we do with this land of ours, Nkporo? I asked my brethren!
I believe you have me, Nkporo.
I believe in dying & leaving a clean footprint.
make life a garden or a glorious victories
& harvest the good thereof in the hands of your grace.
You're magical, Nkporo...
I don't believe in living to die today but dying to live again,
I believe in the depth of nothing; an empty house full of dreams.
And she told me no place like home!
©John Chizoba Vincent
#TheSage
Poverty seems like a repellent stuck on the poor
Whose only fault lies in owning no property or asset to parade
Among wealth admirers and worshippers to whom poverty seems dour
In contexts where ostentatious display of wealth cuts the grade
That profligacy and extravagance attract
Robbing the poor of the dignity glitter
As though on purpose fleas of poverty they contract
Dumping ugliness on the poor on whom fruits of affluence litter
Dwindling humanness and affection which wealth simpleton conflate
Into little human worth and warmth
Where spooks of poverty deflate
In proportion to the increase in affluence sloth
Sown, grown and thrown with utter scorn
To belittle
Abject poverty misguided affluence thinkers warn
Amounting to little less than spittle
Poverty peels off humbug and complacency
Exposing deeper layers of flawed humanity
Denuded of perspicacity and sagacity
Sometimes concealed in the deficit of humility
That often mars circles of affluence
Where possession seems to epitomise human dignity
Mistakenly regarded as diluted influence
The poor exert in extolling human unity shorn of wealth affinity and motility.
Many things improve with age,
Like wine and certain cheeses,
But others turn to hurricanes
What once were gentle breezes.
Like jet lag – for the younger folk,
It barely makes a ripple,
While older flyers feel effects
In double, even triple.
For hours in an airplane,
In your 20’s, is just fun,
Though for every decade added,
Every synapse comes undone.
The young and old are different
In the ways that they are wired,
With jet lag in proportion to
The years that one’s acquired.
the heart is grandiose
in proportion to the mind
(accidental overdose;
the life that was never mine)
the problem with people
is the overthought
the simple, magnified-
distraught.
I.
Jilly's laugh is somewhere between
a hiccup and a sigh
teeth shimmering
little porcelain cups
like the ones
I used in
Victorian doll houses
when I was five
perfectly glazed and rounded.
II.
Her
late arrival
like a Picaso painting
brightly colored
flecks of roses and blues
all feet and limbs
flailing
simultaneously
in proportion to her belly.
III.
Yesterday
she flew
over a crack in the sidewalk.
We had been eating
wild strawberries,
her fingers were dyed with them
and her blood,
it fell to the sidewalk
in perfect red rain drops.
I think
my heart stumbled
in it's puddle.