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The colour of your skin
Does not determine the colour of your blood
Red is what you need
So don’t allow yourself to feed off the hatred
That many have for Jesus
They mock His Blood
Not realizing that a flood of deceit overshadows them!
Movies try to alter the reality of His Blood
They use His Name in Vain
Not knowing that one day they will
Not be able to maintain their insults!
Everything has a season
Let me give you a reason why
The Blood of Jesus cannot be Silenced!
The Blood destroys what separated us and
Even though each soul becomes prey
Be sure that when they lay you down that
You understand that your blood will dry up
But the Blood of Jesus still flows
Because He is alive forevermore!
Do not mock the blood of Jesus
Do not flock with others who despise His Name
This is not a game
Reach out and call His Name
Because there is Power in the Blood of Jesus!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
When depression overshadows sunlight,
and my heart pines for Nature's solitude:
I head off to my favorite campsite.
Getting back to Nature is a delight:
for city life tends to leave me unglued,
when depression overshadows sunlight.
When I am confronted with fight or flight
and slip into a melancholy mood:
I head off to my favorite campsite.
Replacing neon lighting with starlight
leaves my spirit rekindled and renewed:
when depression overshadows sunlight.
At those times, when nothing I do feels right,
and the whole world adopts an attitude:
I head off to my favorite campsite.
I love to sit alone in the moonlight,
enjoying Nature's tranquil quietude.
When depression overshadows sunlight:
I head off to my favorite campsite.
In the realm of beguiling shadows where illusions paint the sky,
The bias for balance is ignored, as reason takes its flight.
Disregarding the light of truth, madness steers the moral tales,
Woven through repetitive histories, hearts are chained in the prisons of insanity.
Divide and conquer, their ancient script,
In this illusion of choice, we step on a false stage.
Stones are thrown at the poet's fragile glass house,
Hypocrisy overshadows common sense, allowing deceit to pass.
With pen and sword, deceit weaves its dark attire,
Propaganda, a wolf dressed in sheep’s clothing entire.
In a minefield of twisted visions, obscurity feeds on souls,
Nurturing the monsters born from the cries of broken foals.
Forgotten are the teachings of shattered hearts,
While hope falls, a victim of unspoken words.
Oppression and inequity shout loudly in the tears of the privileged,
As the waters of decadence spill, unloosing the poet's glass walls.
Through the mist of silent nights, hope dares not retreat,
Under the weight of a starless sky, it stumbles on weary feet.
Yet within the shadowed depths, a truth barely glows,
A beacon through the darkness, ever softly it shows.
For in the darkest corners, truth leaves an eternal trace,
A faint echo, a whispered note, in search of its rightful place.
In the heart where illusions crumble, the soul finds sweet release,
And the poet’s glass house, though fragile, finds true peace.
Mystical winds of destiny, spread your veiled wings,
Through twilight realms and silent screams, where the lost heart sings.
In a dance of shadows and light, the mystic path reveals,
Where the lines of fate intertwine with the soul's forgotten tales.
An election day is upon us,
And many issues may claim a stake.
Such as, can a weakened democracy
Survive, through disbelief and heartache?
Every other issue the ballots present,
Are colored by fraud and fantasy that some believe.
Yet if they silence enough voices to progress,
They'll turn back the clock, without freedom to retrieve.
So important is this vote,
That nothing in history can compare.
As these parties seek to better the other, while
Contempt overshadows compassion with an icy stare.
This fight will be waged on bloody soil,
Where victories' truth may not survive.
While the casualties will continually mount,
And no one knows who will be left alive.
So while the words, spoken with promise,
Offer redemption and greatness ahead.
The deeds must be considered and weighed,
Against what's been lost, and those who have bled.
As I gaze upward searching the amazing Universe in the darkness of the night.
I can feel the summer heat ascending, reaching the firmament and leaving an opaque covering over the phase of the full moon. Beams of soft lights reflect in my eyes as a delightful experience. And yet a gruesome finding hiding in the shadows. My eyes trace an outline of an oval monolith imagery standing as a pillar in a museum. Frightened yet annoying by awful vibrations traveling through the air towards me. I become shaken and a grim feeling overshadows me. I give a long, loud, piercing cry, as this vicious darkness will not withdraw from me. An unexpected prelude, a source of illumination stimulates my sight, making things visible. Dawn piercing through an opening of dimness and gloom reveals the fall of darkness demise. Vindictive fear of my own consciousness had been crushed by the light of day. As I patronize my aged notions I feel a deep sense of pride at the victorious achievement for overcoming the darkness. The mystery of the dark has exposed its secret counterfeit of shadows. Rays of light kiss my cheek with warmth. I now stand fortunate to have faced the darkness and live in the light.
Margaret Franceschini July 27, 2016
I needed some stability
My inner mentality
was cracking inch by inch
My nerves were starting to pinch
Unraveled and full of doubt
Fearful not to work it out
My past kept catching up with me
Scarring my heart painfully
With no relief anywhere
Wishing for someone to care
About my life--what I've been through
Lonely, hurting and so blue
Slowly realizing I could end--
Up with a soul that will not mend
The insanity I have been living
Kept me hard and numb from giving
MY love to someone special
Because of the times I fell
For lying hearts too many times
Learning of their cheating crimes
Piece by piece and week by week
My emotions slowly leaked
Into a puddle on the floor
My wings clipped and could not soar
With an angel of pure love
That wont lead to push and shove
On a heart becoming brittle
Protecting the only little
Heart corner that's still alive
Knowing it can only thrive
If a new and bright tomorrow
Overshadows all the sorrow
Bringing hope back to a shell
That has only known pure hell
Here we remain in bafflement,
The reasons for this firmament.
We rant and rave and offer prayer
but nothing seems to get us there.
We write bold texts and think we're done
And yet they don't explain the Sun,
The whirling disks that orbit space,
Or, reasons for our earthly place.
We think, we marvel, and eschew
Our best digests of "What" and "Who"
And "How" and "Where" and even "When"
But, then we come to one more "Then."
The biggest question of them all,
It's on this quest we rise and fall.
The one that underpins the rest -
It's "Why" that puts all to the test.
It overshadows all concerns,
And understanding will discern
The pathway to the Truth we seek
Of why we're here - no double speak.
Then comes the next subset of "Whys" -
Diverse divisions long devised;
The "false" discretions set in place:
Religion, ethnic space and race.
These "Whys" seem an experiment
Of how we deal with prospects met.
Should we accept things now in place?
Appreciate - no saving face?
Or, should we seek to overcome
The obstacles life has become;
To unify and thereby rest
Divisive human trials and tests?
Yes, "Whys" should keep us up at night
For they explain the "Wrongs" and "Rights"
Of our existence here on Earth;
Our Souls grip on eternal worth.
Yes, we can argue lesser quests -
The hows and whens and all the rest.
But "Whys" are what it's all about;
Both "old" and "new" - without a doubt.
When sorrow overwhelms you,
And, pain is like the oldest friend,
Remember, when you’re down,
This isn’t where the battle will end.
When worries leave you fearful,
And, the clouds just won’t break,
Don’t forget – there in that sky,
Abides a peace that you can’t mistake.
When mourning seems everlasting,
And, grief prompts you to tears,
Remember, when you’re living in shadows,
There is hope beyond the worst fears.
When regrets follow you so closely,
And, the guilt keeps you feeling remorse,
Don’t forget – there in spring’s sigh,
Shines love that our dreams will endorse.
When anger leaves you feeling so dreadful,
And, the suspicion provokes your wrath,
Remember to forget all the uncertainties,
Sincerity and peace are the stones on your path.
When discouragement overwhelms your spirit,
And, darkest despair quiets your inner peace,
Don’t forget your true feelings will remind you,
Deep within you God is creating a masterpiece.
When melancholy seems to haunt your spirit,
And, the dusk overshadows your dreams,
Remember to cast your eyes to the perfect skies,
Where joy and hope seem to go to extremes.
When an aching comes over you, just trembling,
And, the unsteady words just won’t speak,
Don’t forget, love is always with you, defending,
Even when you feel drained, you’re not weak.
When your thoughts are filled with troubles,
And, your mind is your worst adversary,
Remember, all but One of us is flawed,
Only Jesus, our Savior, is truly legendary.
When you think of all you have lost,
And the anguish seems printed on your heart,
Don’t forget, with the love of Jesus, there is hope,
Despite the hurt, you’ll find the peace He can impart.
When everywhere you go, everything you know,
Reminds you that this life is just so hard,
Remember that He is there, alive and well,
Offering you His saving grace – He’s the souls lifeguard!
What is hope, ask a bee in cold winter days,
she hangs around the pruned rose bushes,
with the hope that someday the spring will come,
and the flowers will bloom again in the garden.
What is hope, ask the blue bird pair in early spring,
they work diligently to bring every twig and grass,
to build their nest in the corner nook of my house,
I see the hope in the eyes of this lovely pair,
They are dreaming of a happy home for their family.
What is hope, ask a lonesome soul,
When the uncertainties linger around in mind,
hope is the only refuge to calm our fears,
When the loneliness sends one in depression,
the hope of a companionship overshadows the despair.
What is hope, ask a human being,
our life is a sand castle of hope on a sandy beach,
with the lingering fear of drowning in occasional high tide,
our destiny, our future, and our own survival,
hangs around the magical hope, the hope that is the eternal inspiration.
A martyr flew through holy throne
Alighted to bowl of prophet water
Sipped and quaffed the holy juice
Almighty Lord picked him from many others
Gates were opened one by one
Greeted him angels all of them
He didn't hesitate on the path
This is how Allah lovers' end
Overshadows beneath the Most Merciful's Throne
Walks with his houris through rivers of heaven
That houri if one descends to earth
Eyes will be blind by her light
If her ankle a little bit shown
Will pass away all daemon and mankind
Every houri every time virgin
Deserved by this world's orphan and bizarre
Left with thirst and hunger to streets
Valueless & oppressed at everybody's eyes