Long Confusion Poems
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I went on a strange journey this morning
It wasn't planned or arranged
I only responded to the voice ringing in my ear to go to a special place
I circled around the community to avoid this spontaneous journey
But everywhere I go I ended on the same main road
Life is a simple journey with many circles and triangles
It takes you from East to West and North to South
up and down in and out and around in circles
It is better not to avoid it but stand up strong and challenge it
You must go all the way through to learn about the life in you
Hired drivers fill the roadways spewing out toxic fumes
and playing a horrible tune
No real business exist in this residential community
All the way is traffic jam but they are destined to be dammed
Big trucks with signs van and cars with all types of labels
doing business on the roadways
They drive up and down the street to confused the people
and drive them out of the community
I sat on the corner watching them going in and out
useless traffic polluting the roads with this surveillance strategies must cease
And big camera must be installed on the streets
They crowd the street night and day slow down the traffic
deceive the people and pretend as if they are going to work
but they have no specific destination they just wait on the call
to crawl out of their holes and drive up and down and around the bend
Motor vehicle infiltrate the communities with various types of duties
Cars lined up on both sides of the streets and you can't tell
the difference between the authority and the thieves
Everywhere I go they are playing the same drum beat
Mocking the morning in the sun heat
Fake shoppers and hired drivers crowd America's street
On my way back something symbolic crossed my path
Twelve ducks came out in front of me six of them crossed the road
ahead of me and depart
The next six scramble into the bushes towards the stagnant pond
I count them out aloud to make sure I was not seeing doubles
One two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve
And I shouted " It is the government"
Twelve ducks diverge.
Let me tell all what is real.' That there are those
Who your lives; would steal' and lies do love
Yet more to degrade; to slap others faces
In retrograde, who count how long or short the
Time, they will allow; the rest of humankind.!
They own so many temporal things it irks my
Mind i feel the sting, I surmise it now.? Yet inside
I know..That ( tic tok )9 is run by 'the w h o' its not
Chinese as time will tell, yet it is a part of the plan
From hell.' No virus came from China either it just
To elude our reason..To mither..' I warn you all I
Hope you'll heed.? Stand clear don't allow lucifers
Seed to be sown in your spirits or minds.' Their end
Dosn't tarry yet it slumbers a bit.' Till those of evil are
Full with it.' They will inherit from the wage of sin
They shut the door to Jesus and would deny you
Also to go in, yet they have no lasting power i say.'
Turn and call on Jesus this God made day.' Who alone
All doubt and confusion dispells, whos name your lips
Can praise and tell.' Into your heart accept His Love
Converse with our father, who is above all principalitys
Every rule, escape from deception be no longer fooled.
The days ahead lie hard and long
With time ticking fast and strong
Throwing confusing options my way
And unknown paths, right or wrong.
I wish life came with a manual
Maybe some aid, audio or visual
To overcome certain chapters
Until it became habitual.
As i see it, my life is a boat
Trying its best to stay afloat
Struggling against the strong winds
With chances of making it, remote.
Or i wonder, is it all in people in-built?
To keep balance when there's a tilt
To know exactly who they want to be
And to keep the boat till the shore, adrift.
But after all this futile pondering
With nothing but worry lingering
I realize that i have gotten thus far
And that in itself, is something.
So maybe there is no specific rule
As such, to motor through this life cruel
But my worry and overthinking
Is definitely not its key or fuel.
Rip open
My spleen,
My heart
Let the multitudes,
The infestation
Fly straight in.
My soul is
Painted red
Ready for you;
Take aim
With your confusion
With the illusion
Of my true love
Bake it
With acid
And leave it to set.
No confrontation
Will be offered
I have no wish
To open
Your eyes
To the possible
I seek to confirm
Your view,
The world’s view
That nothing is pure.
So take aim,
The route is clear
My defences are weak.
The purity
Shines bright
Still
But stilled
And ready to
Receive
Ready to welcome
The infestation,
Ready to
Make impure
A body saved forever
For one.
I did not realize how black darkness could go
until life cast me beyond my own known know.
Vague gauze events fraction-frayed my home stage
with props and prompt marks I simply could not gauge.
I did not recognize the cast of actors
or feel assured my voiced lines were a factor.
Neither wispy or bright lights, as is my norm,
assist me in naming either shapes or forms.
It is no wonder I stumbled and flat-fell
or that the episode’s plot drowned out my yell.
All actors left me for sing-song and cognac
while I lay prostrate, aching and holding black.
I yearn for all my familiar to return
or a bright new sunrise to dawn with discern.
I prefer no more tear grown dark filled sorrow -
thus, steadfast my prayers lean towards tomorrow.
on auto pilot in slow motion
my conveyor belt keeps moving
on a creaky carousel
aroused in boredom
suspended in apathy
a jester on weary shoulders keeps mocking
teasing and picking at scabs
thorny wounds from too much baggage
have abandoned rose petals
in the wilderness of making
I wonder whether I should pick up the luggage
or claim compensation for lost property
yet hesitation sets in
as it is not clear what to do with the proceeds
sometimes I would give a penny for thoughts
of joyful anticipation but fear that the truth
would be unreal
amongst the lonely passage of time
there is hope however
because these days airports never close
flights of fancy can be delusional
dereliction of duty-free travel is a scam
only I can choose purpose and destination
before eventually my ashes end up in a Teddy bear
for care free travelling
Cloaked with
courage---
charity
clashes against
commitment as
carnality
ceaselessly
craves for
comfort while
concern
criticized for
carefree
collaboration
caused by lack of
circumspection
cries out in
confusion for
clarity midst
continual
clamor toward
consecration as
chaotic
chants of
compassion
confront my
conscience only
CHRIST*
can completely
conquer
covering me with
confidence!!!
*Philippians 4:13 I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.
February 6, 2025
1st place, "A FEB 2025 POSTED POEM" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/10/2025
Tell them christ is yet to come
The world is in shades
of Terrorism
As wars is always
An existing trend
Never to change
Tell them christ is yet to come
I wonder why
so i sick Gods Face as i pray
Tell them christ is yet to come
Hoping unto God
Hoping i can see him
Face to face
For in this cold world
Alot i need to say to him
In the zoo all is still same
From yesterday's brutality
Tell them christ is yet to come
Looking unto God
Wishing i could talk
To him face to face
For alot calamity need
Be stopped in the world
So always i wonder
If truly there is a God
In heaven
How much more
Will he allow the good
Die young
Yes how much more is left
for the innocent to live
Without a grife
Tell them christ is yet to come
I just wish i cant talk to him
For i dont understand
This world full of wickedness anymore
With an endless ignorance
Hatred is born everywhere
So If i have to pray
Then i have to swear
For humans to repent as the priest says
Tell them christ is yet to come
There has become a void in the kitchen
The lights are off and it's much too dark
Some hold a pen with fingers twitchin'
with aggressive hatred much too stark
They bark about things they conceive
as truth, but a web of deceit they weave.
Their eyes perceive with visions blurred
Their perceptions and theories proved false
and so, they continue with words slurred
to bash while tripping the steps of a waltz
What wildling creature tries to take a stand
at the expense of ridiculing a fellow man
I'm writing verses as a rhymester would
not to bury Caesar using my pen as a knife
No sword do I wield, although I wish I could
to silence ones who cry like a bloody fishwife
Those who defile others while seeking fame
Those whose eyes are jealous are to blame
And so, for those to whom these lines apply
I'm left with confusion and frankly, disbelief
why anyone would dare besmirch a poet by
writing insulting words that might cause grief
What makes you see others with hateful eyes
What bitterness makes you loathe and despise
That's the stark reality I find disheartening now
I wish somehow it would blow away in the wind
Why wallow around in filthy muck like a sow
If you're offended by this, it's time you resind
the negative words you keep using in taunting
Malevolence has a way of returning by haunting
[Written 5 February 2003]
When you pass through a Crisis of faith
God will show you His riches through Christ
Death to oneself is linked to your situation
Confusion can bring an intrusion of truth into your life
So the protection against disorder
Can establish a border and
Can change the order of the day
The key is to pray and
Lay yourself down before the Lord!
Then, soon you know that to pass
Through a trial is to expand your territory!
The defense of God is the essence of Love!
A session of pain
Teaches you to maintain and
A crisis of faith will
Teach you that God is never late!
As a result, you will see the wonderful attributes of Jesus!
Mark Frank
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