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What's for you shall never pass you.
And you better hold it tight and know its value.
Cause there ain't nothing like taking something for granted,
waking up the next day and wishing you had it.
Time is ticking always in a rush.
Surrounded by people who haven't earned your trust.
Mouths moving, but they ain't making noise.
Walking around with knives and guns, and I ain't talking toys.
Society still putting labels everywhere,
just giving another reason for people to stop and stare.
Oh! but you can't use gay, oh no you wouldn't dare.
Black boys getting called niggas everyday , but I forgot society don't care.
People getting slandered everyday for speaking the truth.
Didn't know it could hurt so bad, but now I have a clue.
People still reppin their green, red, even white and blue,
for the sake of themselves and the pride that they hold onto.
Im just traveling through this world and observing my view.
Not trying to conform to this world; no need to please any of you.
When I write these rhymes I'm spittin' nothing but the truth.
So don't shoot the messenger, I'm just trying to give you a birds eye view.
I am my own person
A non-conformist to the core
If all of us were replicas
Life then would be a bore.
I never confine myself to rules
I do pretty much as I please
I listen to my inner voice
Rules make me ill at ease.
I am the shy type
I am fine, it's me
I love lonely contemplation
I delight in my company, you see.
Rules on how to eat right, speak right, dress right
A disaster to me spells
Follow all these I might
If only I were someone else.
Reading is my passion
Books my greatest treasure
Books are my addiction
Oh what endless pleasure.
I never insist others conform to such and such
I have tolerance for others differences
Let others be themselves pretty much
Happy with their own preferences.
Married to a man divinely blessed
Kind, humble, down-to-earth
Home is filled with happiness
Contentment, joy and mirth.
Live and let live, my motto in life
Happiness and contentment my goal
Greatly fear war and strife
I am myself, the unique human soul.
My love has never been for sale
I've rented it out on occasion
Most often the arrangement ended
in a turbulent eviction
There were tenants seeking only temporary occupancy
They fled undercover of night
back into their darkness of deceptive intention.
Others unwilling to conform to
restrictions of a lease
with clauses of commitment.
Leaving in search of a more flexible arrangement.
Then there was you
Without bribe or allurement
You seduced my resolve
In full view of my heart's dauntless safeguards
Such a skilled thief and benevolent larcenist
You stole my heart
Because I was unable to give it.
A crime commited in the name of endearment.
Free Thought
Do we doubt ourselves?
We are chained to other people’s conception of us.
Why do we believe that we need to conform to this world?
Is their mantra driving us not to think for ourselves?
We are driven by symbols that re-enforce their mantra.
Can we think for ourselves?
Yes, we can when we are aware of this.
How can we be free from their subtle tyranny?
Easy.
Question everything and find your own answers.
Do not rely on what answers given to you by other People.
Question it!
Question your Faith.
Question all your beliefs.
Question Your loyalties.
Find your own answers!
If your answers are correct on a belief, keep it.
If they are false then throw them away.
Daily, use this method and you will know the truth in your own way.
You then will truly be set FREE!
So, What is a belief?
It's a question that has been answered.
We are all poets turning wounds into words
We are all poets turning our joy into words
We are all poets expressing life through words
Poetry Speaks when the wounds live in silence
Words conform to a story
Letter by letter
Poetry can make things better
Also, poetry speaks in abundance
When romance filters through the heart
Poetry Transforms the weak with a universal relevancy
Poetry is the sun and the rain
Speaking from the heart allowing
The mind of man and woman to gain in the future!
We are all poets turning wounds into words
We are all poets turning our joy into words
We are all poets expressing life through words
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
Copyright © Mark Frank | Year Posted 2022
SINISTER
Why prove it?
Prove that you’re significant to the a purpose that has no
sensibility,
In a world where we conform to that which surrounds us.
Does it make sense?
With this we ponder each day,
That your right is the only right and that the only validation needed
is yourself,
The opinion of others doesn’t matter,
Self-absorbed is the only thing I see,
Maybe, Maybe not, but this is what I can conclude from this.
Deeper I seek to find an answer to this madness.
How can we confirm what is evil from hate?
The greed for superiority with failure of morale
Can you ever really hide from Human Evil?
It never really goes away,
They are born in arrogance,
And will become egotistical it’s a must.
To play this game,
Where we never win,
This game of pain,
This game of torture and misery.
What can we really do about it?
But to let it be…
Karma wins..
Maybe not now ,
But eventually it always does.
Chins up and best of luck…
I wonder why some people get offended because you believe differently than they do? I am very happy to give others the latitude to cherish their beliefs and worship (or not) in the manner they see fit, in fact I support it, no matter WHAT it entails, (as long as it doesn't hurt others) ...
But please give ME the same space and consideration, and do not assume to tell me I'm wrong because I feel differently than you do, and try to not look down on or condemn me and others just because you believe that your beliefs are the "correct" or righteous ones ...
It's not our differences that cause all the problems in this world, it's the lack of mutual respect, empathy, and understanding that we give to those around us. Our inability to let others believe the way THEY choose to, is what cultivates hatred, animosity and bias in this world ...
I personally know people who are quite adamant about the fact that they have found the "truth" and the right path, who claim to put forth love and kindness and understanding, yet if your views don't fall in line with theirs, then surely there must be something wrong with you ...
Faith is a very important part of religion, and I completely understand its crucial import and weight, and how it directly relates to worship and spirituality, but NO ONE knows for sure what this whole voyage "life" is about, and no one ever will, until we each pass FROM it ...
So, you may not agree with my beliefs, they may not remotely resemble what yours are, but please make NO mistake, they are just as PRECIOUS to me as yours are to YOU, whether or not half the world feels the same way, or NOBODY does - whether or not they conform to anyone else ...
I tend to believe that until we allow others the latitude and mutual RESPECT to believe whatever they choose to, and even defend that right, differences will only serve to separate us, and cultivate resentment, anger, and hatred, instead of being embraced the way they SHOULD be ...
Love is LOVE, there are NO qualifications ... compassion, empathy and understanding are important parts of what that word encompasses, yet I think we often see love as one dimensional, and reserved for those we feel amorously about, but it also relates to our fellow man ....
OK, my rant is over, and my soap box shall go back into the closet now.
I may seem off
I assure you I'm Not
Simply said the types we now call incapable
Are those who were trusted to create society
based on theory by humble man
Who did not know they did not start evolution
But gave birth to the common man
In a world were knowledge was held
Shared with only self inpowered men
And exploiting the poor man
Heiarchy among equal men
All we hold as achieved
All things valued held no worth
Not until we were convinced
That money saves souls
And the depth of realization
We are capable of perceiving
Are replaced with pursuing
A spot we can look down from
Inside man made corporations
Enslaved by currency to achieve
Essential things we all need
And pushed to crime to gain possessions
One must hold to prove they to have credible minds
Simplicity is overlooked even in hindsight
Industry, babyboomers, with mean to provide
But a "failed mind control experiment
Is released as a global technology
But instead its censored lies
Form, raise, and mold a child.
Reality is a complacency scam
For each definition changes
Depending on who governs the land
and different comprehensive ranges
creates many dimensions in every hand
Now here is a undeniable thought
As long as we judge another's place
By majority or the things that you were taught
Then we are all acting false,as are arrogant
Thoughts that keep us from admitting are faults
Lead us to conform to wrong
I know what all hold But don't see
I am divine and in touch with my humanity
I point fingers at what deceives
But no blame placed we are all shamed
Form:
Line of inquiry:
The dream seems real since we don a form,
borrowed from elements of that domain,
but if we simply chose not to conform,
we wake up when desires to rest are lain.
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Life, seen sweet and scented is just a dream
Schemes planned prior, cruel Fate may rearrange.
The ground we stay on is not solid as it may seem
Everything is fickle and fleeting, subject to change.
We build concrete structures in stone and steel
Thinking their strength will never give way
But they may totter under Time’s spinning wheel
And collapse into rubble, ruin and ultimate decay.
Conform to the dictates of one’s Conscience.
Stoke the embers of light glimmering inside.
In everything seek, God’s benign guidance,
Not to drift like hollow husk over the tide.
What seems solid and stable are things of fragility
So, never get duped by the illusion of solidity.
What will we do with the poems we’ve written
pampered and teased like a fluff ball fur kitten
ironed them out to conform to a form
a mystical mystery outside of the norm?
Where will we go for a question, a thought
insightful lessons, relearned and retaught
Who will we ask for a hint, for a clue
a debt for the muse that will never come due.
How will we fill those scribbles of time
doodles on paper with no sense of rhyme
answer the question in voice or in phrase
prepare for an eloquent end of these days?
It has been said “we take mentors for granted
Until we see bloom the seeds that they planted."
John G. Lawless
8/27/2021