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Anytime and just because ...
A miraculous transformation between us
In a glimpse of your aura
Beautiful sunset ~ destiny unknown
Follow your passion
A curtain of silk threads for its beauty,
strength and elegance
You are weaver of my dreams
Beautiful love is a bridge between two hearts
Right now and into the valley of eternity
Thank you my dear ~ my wish came true
You find my fire and touch me deeply
Keep the flame of love burning forever
All your warm kisses I will save for a cold winter day
30.07.2015 A-L Andresen :)
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there’s always a man
who walks into the room
like he owns the ceiling
and the dust in the corners
and the breath in your lungs.
he talks about strength
the way a drunk talks about love—
loud,
with broken glass in his mouth.
the country splits itself open
arguing at kitchen tables,
in parking lots,
in the thin blue glow of televisions
that never sleep.
flags flap like nervous birds.
everybody’s got a war now—
a war on neighbors,
a war on strangers,
a war on ghosts they swear are real.
overseas
bombs bloom like bad flowers
in deserts that have seen too many empires
come and go
like bad bar tabs.
the men in suits smile,
shake hands polished with sanitizer and ambition.
they speak of security,
of destiny,
of greatness measured in contracts
and applause.
meanwhile,
back home,
rent is late,
tempers are shorter than cigarettes,
and the truth limps down the alley
with a busted lip.
power attracts its own kind—
loyal faces in expensive jackets,
men who nod too quickly,
who laugh a beat too loud
and some women.
the room fills with yes
yes
yes
until it sounds like a swarm.
and somewhere
a waitress wipes down a counter
and says,
“they’re all the same.”
maybe she’s wrong.
maybe she’s right.
history has a long memory
and a short fuse.
in the end
no one conquers everything.
the wars abroad fade into footnotes,
the wars at home scar the children,
and the man who wanted it all
learns that the ceiling
never belonged to him.
it was just
borrowed
like the rest of it.
Late at night when i can't sleep, my demons come out to haunt me
And when my eyes open with the sunrise, they attack my thoughts
Plague my dreams
So i stay up sometimes just to write, even though i know few will ever read these.
Sometimes i can't tell if these are visions i have or fits of insanity
Lately I've been dreaming about a girl..
metaphorically and literally.
A forbidden desire fitting like a sensual attire
Someone like her would never be with someone like me
Feels like a surreal childhood fantasy.
Wouldn't be the first time i took a leap...
Landing face first but still with damaged feet.
Electra is her name
And this electric feeling is to blame
When i lay alone in my bed with all these things rushing through my head..
Are these tricks? Treats? Future destiny?
I wish i knew...but i feel like a rat in a cage
Thoughts cover my thoughts
What is this energy?
Maybe it will go away
Or maybe i really am insane...
My Alice in wonderland....
Is this real? Am i?
So many things i wish to say
But for now,
I fade away
O vapor of the ether;
Of noctilucent clouds:
Drain, rain, in a fever?
Thy contents void on crowds?
Dark fire, burn through dragon teeth!
Swarms of men destroy!
Belladonna, wrap in wreath!
Mandrake to employ!
At harvest-time, bloodlet like spring?
Festive gathering?
O for fairies wrapped in ring!
How the end can sting!
Wizard, wild as weather?
Tornado, come and go...
We can be together?
Caw, O carrion crow!
Empty are the timelines?
They're open, but who knew?
Grape of wrath on withered vine...
Hope, what must I do?
Honesty? Well, thus cliche.
Sun, melt with thy ray!
Hated are the games we play!
How the hounds must bay!
Trail off, O ye curses.
Things aren't as gloomy black!
Certain, curtain? Thy verses!
Nothing else to pack!
Fly, O brave adventurer!
Fortune you must seek!
Faith! Good choices! Sound and sure!
Through the future peek!
Knowledge? This may not exist.
Wisdom you have got!
Hold thy wand and flick thy wrist!
Death summon on spot!
Enemies! These are everywhere!
Wicked, yes, and vile!
With the end you must not spare?
Ramp, reel, reconcile...
Then, though shadows loom about;
Will, without a doubt...
Fain do challengers lose bout?
Skill they are without?
Head off thorny paradox!
Speak right from the heart!
Sunny are the golden phlox?
Flavors fine a-tart.
Develop! Deception?
Practice, but don't preach!
O black magic, stun or shun?
Bale and ne'er beseech...
Bad things happen to good people
It’s not fair but you have to dare to keep going
Because there will always be something in you
That believes that the impossible can be achieved!
In confusion you will know that
Greater things are inevitable and you will know that
Your destiny can’t be stopped because of a bad event!
Sometimes things fall apart and
Sometimes you need to remind yourself that
You will not fold and not become the monster that
The ‘situation’ would like you to be!
Bad things happen to good people
But this is not the time to give up!
This is the time to show that Good triumphs over bad!
Your situation is not too dead that
It cannot be revived
Your situation is not too dead that
It cannot be renewed
Your situation is not too dead that
It cannot be restored
Bad things happen to good people
But in confusion you will know that
Greater things are inevitable and you will know that
Your destiny can’t be stopped because of a bad event!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
We’re Soldiers!!!
We’re resented, we’re praised
And we’re shattered again.
None tamed will, or timid men
We could only wait; Wait to live, wait to die!
The threat of “Freedom” will not abide!
Oh the hardships that they braved
One killed by us!
One killed by them!
Another bullet! Another bomb!
Another lost! Another saved?
Facing every challenge but we’re calm
Lessons in life the road is paved
Will tomorrow have sight on them?
Though they stumble yet they fight;
Warriors their heads held upright
A lonely impulse, a fragile existence!
Death! We’re tired of its persistence.
We’re weary, we’re wounded, and we’re here to defend!
One killed by us!
One killed by them!
Another bullet! Another bomb!
Another lost! Another Saved?
Deep in the jungles of Vietnam;
War never to emerge unscathed.
Spinning gossamer webs of silenced eternity/ screaming in hushed voices
at madmen/ I await my fate like a lamb led to slaughter, like a comet named
Halley/ like yesterday when ruins were new and the gods all young/
and spring was just another season
I'm at the pinnacle but I don't know which way to turn or if up is down
or the other way round but answers are closing in like serpents in the
night and they might bring light or something equally bright/ And I
post empty words on a blank page and search for the coming dawn/
What words of my fate do strangers bring? Can I not just hold up on a
star awaiting my judgement or canst I just plead my case before the
ancient gods/ Of what merit is my being just blood and sinew and soul
for a mark to be made in infinity's grasp/
And my nerves play like fire in the dawn again to be drawn and quartered
by the locals. And all I have are words, is the pen really mightier than the
sword or is silence sometimes louder than a scream. I lay my soul and
heart at your feet for my destiny truly is in your hands/
And how the gods laugh at our petty dreams, forgetting that once we
were the gods and had our own destiny. Twenty-four hours from now
strangers will divide up my bones as I seek redemption of spirit.
Until then I can only weep
This time your beautiful
Your soul belongs to God
Lively, old humanity calmly desire a misty, stormy stream
O, courage!
Ravishes the dawns plight
Redeeming fleeting nights
Beautiful bonding light
O, courage!
Lite the fuse of your displeases bliss
Lit is the insect sitting on a dream
Streaming visions of impending doom
Lively, old humanity calmly desire a misty, stormy stream
The wind has ended
Angels and Demons befriended
O, courage!
Alas ole sinner man
you've changed your mind
Forgiven by Jesus mercy's finally found
Beautiful sinner mankind forgiven
You've flourished.
O, courage!
4/2/19
She is
has always been
a safe place for joy
It radiates from her pale skin
Her frame is small and slight
The shadow walkers
fail to see her magnificence
“She’s such a daydreamer”
“When will she ever grow up”
Little magical things
recognize their own
Butterflies flit about and softly land on her
They feel no threat
She has an essential calm
Together they vibrate in harmony
Wordless whispers
Wings of wonder
Joyful oscillations
She leans into her happy
Unabashedly open
Floating on imperceptible notes
A delicate destiny
An eternity of possibilities
Her direct path to joy
It’s so sad the shadow walkers cannot see
They cannot dream
They cannot feel her joy
They are bogged down in the muck of responsibility
Yes, they grew up far too quickly
To them the world is grey.
I didn’t know it at the time,
but my misspent youth was planned
The training ground for what I’d write,
then hard to understand
The many schools, the teachers chides,
expulsions my reward
Postgraduate work for future truth,
all voices untoward
The risks were high, survival mined,
Shangi-La, a vagrant’s room
My pen disclaimed, all actions shamed,
flat broke one afternoon
From the diner’s window I heard the song
that turned my life around
As Gregg Allman sang ‘Melissa,’
my true destiny was found
And today I harbor no regrets,
there’s no one left to blame
As I write the words for me hard one
—my sinful past reclaimed
(Strafford Pennsylvania: July, 2019)
‘Thank You, Gregg—I Miss You’