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Many are doctrine heavy but Kingdom shallow
With a mellow attitude, they become arrogant
Displaying the components of theory but
Their lives lack the practicality of the Kingdom of God
Doctrine heavy, Kingdom Shallow is a common mistake
These are the men who are generally fake
They speak a lot but do not know the Kingdom
They hardly know their KING
They sing but cannot bring themselves to study the Kingdom of God
They are doctrine heavy but Kingdom shallow
These men have a flock
But have locked themselves out of the Kingdom
Their lives lack the practicality of the Kingdom of God
Mark Frank
Copyright 2026
5/28/17
I'm not trying to be offensive
Think about what is the most effective
Towards reaching the objective
To put things in perspective
Before and after events that were festive
Yet another riddle
For you I could scribble
Hitting home with the impact of a missile
Above buried and unearthed quartz crystals
The temperature at a sizzle
The weather at a drizzle
Meanwhile the wind rushes and whistles
Waters rushing by or down to a trickle
Don't dwindle and be so fickle
Just because you feel like the monkey in the middle
Caught in a pickle
With no room to wriggle
Realize it won't be all that simple
So take it step by step, continuing to chisel
It'll have an effect little by little
Quit thinking and saying it's all bogus
Focus, take heed and notice
At any given moments
Among molecules and other components
Line of inquiry:
“since thoughts speak in past tenses,
drop mind, rely on senses,
embracing and releasing,
pain pangs and pleasure pleasing”
My thoughts are swimming against the current,
seeking, ever searching for threads into the past
that will seamlessly stitch them with the present
as though they were sewn by the hand of God.
I laud my memories, fondly embracing each of them
as they illuminate the faces of loved ones.
I still hear their laughter, dry their tears of sorrow,
remembering when I turned their frowns into smiles.
But in reminiscing of the past, I cannot live.
I hope each tomorrow will make me more aware
of how to release pain to gain more pleasure in life.
It's like the shedding leaves of a Maple tree
in the days of Autumn, yet realizing there is worth
in its bare branched limbs, for as sure as sap flows
in Winter, thoughts in my mind and heart also
produce sugar sweet syrup as its just reward.
There's no chilly Winter when I am discontent.
No moment in Spring when I need to lament
Autumn leaves may fall, but it's Nature's intent
And Summer is the season of personal advent.
Balmy Summer ~ the season of warmer months,
a time when my senses are more closely in tune
and aligned with the setting of an amber sun
when I sit beneath the gently swaying arms
of a willow, clearing my mind of worrisome things.
It's the time of year when in darkness I appreciate
the soft silver glow of the full moon's shimmering light
as it offers me the impetus to write rhyming tercets
while watching millions of shining stars surround Luna
as if she were a ring, and they her diamond baguettes.
In those times, I clear my mind of all white noise
to enjoy the trilling calls of meadowlarks that sing
and watch the flight of tiny sparrows on the wing.
It's when I shed the harness that reins me in
and accept the freedom to merge and cojoin
every part of my being into one distinctive tenant.
One who dwells inside of me with perfect coalescence
of sweet and savory, components that blend
my past and present in a continuum of the here and now,
sewn together with solace, creating a serene soul.
When beauty fades and age takes hold
Be brave, courageous and be bold
When eyesight fails and the body aches
When life is lived with all its mistakes
When we grow older and we know
Our movements change they become so slow
We have lived life and often think
My God it is over in a blink.
When family and friends both treat you rotten
And memory is lost, forgotten
Alone they they sit in homes down trodden
Spare a thought for all the aged
Some are lonely and feel caged
Their daily task if often waiting
For food, for clothes, for bathing.
Don’t lose patience when they cross the road,
They are slower now, can’t bear the load
Think on them just for a moment
Your time will come, age your opponent
When I grow old and I can’t move
If this life does not improve
Even though you disapprove
I will myself from life remove
Age and death are formidable opponents
You cannot Beat life’s key components !
And it is this reason that I feel that I can never go home.
Because I know not where it exists.
Familiar faces that exist with a bit of a twist.
Those same smiles & well wishes are never what they seem.
If heaven lasts only for a second.
Be as it may, then ignorance is truly bliss.
For reason that needs no further explanation.
I've built this place in my mind that feels alot like home.
But misses the main components that make it home.
If heaven lasts but a second.
I'd rather not be forced to drink the bitter milk of it's truth.
There are many sides to a face at any given angle.
Which one is you, which is me.
In enough time things change.
In even more time, it gets hard to spot the subtle difference.
Was I ever there to begin
10/17/16
Year round January through December
The weather
Taking turns for the worse or better
More or lesser
Among ancient and modern architecture
Made of similar and different textures
Near or far away from plants that do or don't have nectar
As well as abandoned or highly secured sectors
Secrets in letters, locked ledgers or found with a hidden lever
Left there by either gender
Realize, it didn't always lead to treasure and other splendors
Sometimes it was something else, unexpected yet clever
Earthquakes being monitored and traced to the epicenter
Ranging in different magnitudes of power and tremors
Always great to cook with ingredients that are fresher
At times fat being rendered
And other components put in a blender
Mild to dangerously hot peppers
Grown for personal consumption or to be sold as a vendor or peddler
Hostile and friendly gestures
All over the globe wherever and whenever
Pull yourself together
Never
Give up on the adventure
Or fold from the pressure
Remember nothing lasts forever
Keep your head up and try to do better
With your endeavors
Always great to cook with ingredients that are fresher
At times fat being rendered
And other components put in a blender
By: Dalton Ogletree
The cosmos consists of infinite
infinitesimal interactions
of particles and energy.
The largest everything
composed of smallest nothings.
An inner conviction rising above swirling seas of doubt.
A flickering candle pushing back shadows of twilight.
A kind word healing sorrows from the past.
Such elemental components
of faith, hope, and love,
are the smallest quanta of virtues,
frail molecules of morality
when isolated and alone,
but when working collectively,
in soulful synergy,
emerge stronger,
grow larger,
sing louder,
march bolder,
connect wider,
in one individual,
with another person,
then more people,
and multitudes,
among nations,
joining together,
gaining unity,
multiplying power,
moving mountains,
transforming our world,
and changing the cosmos.
The part calls for someone not you
Welcome to the audition. Sit down
We are almost through
It is a feature film about the future
You are both short and tall Mr. Smith
How do you do that?
I'm afraid you are too medium too
That won't do
Media or mediocracy are not the issue
No race, color, creed or people needed
The scenes require a new special look
The absence of you for starters
Tell me Mr. Smith why did you apply?
Is it for pride, glory, money and fame
To be on the map? Pretty girls perhaps?
This is Hollywood
What is your story? Why did you come?
We were looking for something less you
More along the lines of silver machinery
Listen. I'm busy. My people will call yours
We'll do lunch shortly for sure or maybe not
Do you get the picture Mr. Smith?
Sorry. It's taken by a robot with connections
Electrical components are the in thing
I would show you the door
But my time is precious
You look like a smart fellow
Good day. See you again...never
Striving for silver linings in the ebony of the equinox
I chased my dreams of idealism to stop the endless maroon anguish shadows
Yet your words failed to sing a symphony of mosaic joy
You made me a passenger aboard your sinking submarine, submerging me in dusky waters
Still, I sought citrine rays from your striped sentiments
But your tokens of pronounced love were coated with artificial sweetener
With you, there wasn't a glint of Tuscan hope
You evolved into a half-crescent dimmed ray, unable to provide an orchestra of ruby adoration
You kept flicking pale stardust particles of desire upon my crooked eyes
Like Venus strives to expropriate its fervour to the planets, I extended my components to the cobalt sky
Pleading to the palls to summon your gaze in a summer resurgence of buoyant daffodils
Yet your irises became polluted with onyx hostility in an everlasting winter of icy-white discontent
I sought solace in fluid-intoxicated spirits and
with futile alleys
Until I realised that my answers lay within my perspective
I looked past the earth to the dulled lit glimmers
I'd so often dismissed their transmissions idolizing their sterling pilot
Until one day, I thought to invite the stars of clarity to enlighten my sanity
As I was always an outcast overlooked for the lustrous lights
They advised me to seek an interior inauguration of self-love light
My soul opened its greyed logic to their illuminated intellectual insight.
Captain Ace Gannon – USAF, Commander of
The Mars Explorer Space Mission
Naturally, I firmly believe that
Freedom rings like a bell with sweet liberty
Go forward young heart of compassion, and
Let God create your dreams
These eyes believes in truth and justice
Faith, hope and submission are components of God
This is no illusion, as it is in heaven and earth
We shall speak freely in these chambers
Once more, we are pioneers and still are
We perform this critical space mission, for the colony
Now, we are the children of the stars
The eyes of heaven shall rise to the east,
When, we step foot on mars