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Sometimes caring too much can be dangerous
There is always a reflection of Cain and Abel next to you
It is good to love in stages
So that you don’t allow yourself to end up in a cage
And be enslaved by a misguided notion
My biggest losses came from being too loyal
Often we look at people with a royal outlook
But this can be disastrous
Your enemies are not strangers
Sometimes those that love us the most
Betray us the worst!
We pick our friends and love ones but
In the end, in real situations we sort them out
Then, we find out our true companions!
Sometimes silence is better than unnecessary drama
Because you can easily sense a jealous spirit, negative energy
And most of all, a miserable person
My biggest losses came from being too loyal
Your enemies are not strangers
They are people you know so remember that
There is always a reflection of Cain and Abel next to you
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
When the sun sets over the mountain
Signaling the end of a day
Do we pretend our feelings that get put away
Just magically light up on display
For us to deal with on some far off distant day
If only life worked out that way
For us to rewrite our feelings we kept out of sight
Oh how our world would fill with so much insight
That lights up our lives so bright
To what degree should we look inside to see
How they mold and effect who we want to be
When we work through our feelings deep inside
Then we allow our minds the freedom to drift to the other side
Recharging our batteries to deal with the ones we let lye
Hoping to sort them out on this mind-opening ride
Making us wonder why we bottle them up before we tried
Creating a pit with no bottom side
That jeopardizes what allows us to harmonize
All the loose feelings we allowed to hide
Giving us clarity to float like a butterfly
Letting our feeling out without worrying why
As they come to life when they meet the sky
Creating the ability for us to foresee
What our future could be
Allowing our natural selection
To stay in touch with our mind connection
That makes it all glow in the right reflection
Leading our life to acceptable perfection
That no longer requires protection
From our feelings we just let lye
When we let our feelings go without detection
They can become toxic and risk infection
So stay in touch with your internal connection
This way all your unanswered questions
become part of life's lessons
That leaves us with the right perception
Steve works in a call center
to earn an honest bob
but some days he can't believe
the words that flow from some folks gob
They cus and curse
Then eff and blind -
you'd not believe your ears
and if he wasn't made of sterner stuff
he'd leave the room in tears!
I said to him when folks are rude
to remember the golden rule
Just imagine them sitting in the nude
that way you'll keep your cool!
So when they rant and scream and shout
He thinks of his meager pay
but still tries his best to sort them out
and ends the call with 'have a nice day'!
Posted with the kind permission of Stephen Pennell
10~16~16
The angels from heaven sprinkle the tears from high; they fall as dew on the earth,
Tears that came from the heart, tears collected from birth.
Through the fits of joyful laughter, to the sobbing of heartache and pain,
They roll down the cheeks, only to be gathered up by the same angels again.
Emotions are the only instigators, in evicting the heavenly dew,
They show the intensity of love, and the hatred when love is through.
Sadness holds the heart to ransom, like a chill turning the drops to frost,
When a loved one has passed on, their partner is left numbed and lost.
However, as the sun warms up a brand new day, and time moves on for a while,
The pain begins to float away; with pleasant thoughts turning sadness into a smile.
From the emotions, which our eyes express as tears, angels will take them above,
And sort them out in categories like sadness, loss and love.
The angels continue to sprinkle the tears from on high, like a carpet of glistening diamonds
they fall upon the earth,
As emotions are learned from the old ones and transferred to the babies from birth.
Destroyer, discrepancies.
How to sort them out?
Dismantle, then fire post-freeze.
River, run rue rout.
Destrier, to break mid-stride.
Sacrifice a pawn.
Midnight train, buy ticket, ride.
That will mow the lawn.
Priceless? Quite a prize? Surmise.
In passing? En prise.
Ring? Alchemy. Arcane? Rise.
Stifled cries? No lies.
Falconer, thy widening gyre.
Second coming? Now.
Come and see? Fine funeral pyre.
Live wire, take a bow!
Broil and char? From near to far.
Muskellunge and gar.
Peacocks pretty, poison par.
Dream, seem. Lead. Red star.
Serenity? Stable, sage.
Madness, mycophage.
Roundabout, rill. Rusty cage.
Symptoms mad, thy age.
Ark electric, how you burn.
Tones, burst sonic flame.
Mind cartoons? Ashes in urn.
Same game? Claim the name.
Armies, mechanize and wail.
Never end, our tale.
Weak resistance stale, you fail.
Blaspheme, boil and bail.
Silver, sickles. Red regrets.
Automaton, glean:
He who risks it all once bets.
Wind and wintergreen...
Florida is definitely in the USA
I’m kinda worried because Milt will soon be on his way
I found a map and studied it and found a ‘Melbourne’ there
I hope he gets the right plane or he could get quite a scare
So if Milt disembarks the plane and gathers up his clobber
I hope some Shiela doesn’t ask him, ‘How ya doing, Cobber!’
But fear not, Milton, if it happens, you’ll know what to do
Just dial zero, zero, zero, option eighty two
That’s should get a special secret agent sounding man
Just say the coded sentence which is simply, ‘I need Gran.’
Turbo Gran will meet you in her Speedy ice cream van
Her secret code will be to wink and say, ‘I need a man’
You say, ‘I need chocolate sauce, for chocolate sauce is best’
She’ll take you and your luggage and she’ll drop you at Key West
From there though, you’ll be on your own, for I must tell you that
They’ve got crocodiles and they’ll try to eat her cat
But Nitro-Cat will sort them out for he’ll know what to do
Which means that we can only hope those crocs do not eat you
Happy holiday Milt!
I broke my heart,
Into many
Different fragments
Each with its own fragrance:
Pick the one that suits you.
He loses the battle of love;
Who quits fighting for it,
When he has won a heart.
Going back to high school
When letters were slow
Processors of emotions:
When you sat, my love,
Before a teachers' tribunal,
The whole staff room
Perusing your hearty letters;
Confiscated the night last;
As you stole study time to sort them out;
You only told me this year,
The pain you suffered for our love.
Guess you blushed
Under that honey skin.
It is a love we have known;
Others only see it in the movies.