Soft eyed promoter, softer
Evening's light within
One hare, of what, too, my heart
Drew, moistily, out.
Through which quietness, more airs'
Wild herb scents hung in
Enlarged a soul's own focus.
"Bondship,!" Each thought-sprout.
This far have stood back from, life
Its lonesome edge
As dimly seen, there overhung
Was sought by none.
A scary viewpoint. Fright's own!
I invited.
Away from all; their noises.
But one; voice's
If but heart-echoingly
Which place, haunted
Shook out winds, as whisper-shy
A teared reply.
left prematurely due to mystery illness
Looking out the window,
Waiting for customers to give me their money,
I look from a distance and see the trees change
Day by day their color thickens,
leaves sprouting out and growing fuller.
Thinking about the hot afternoons,
reading a book outside and noticing my skin darken.
Being surrounded by ducks and cute bugs.
Cumulus clouds filled up with water to damp the earth’s ground.
How I miss the rain, twirling in the puddles and catching frogs
after the earth's cry.
Waking up by the sunrise,
smelling the brewed coffee.
Dreaming about the summer days,
listening to indie rock and making an adventure with friends.
I thrive in the beaming sun.
Maybe I'll find love and become a fairy tale.
We talk about poetry and take strolls in the park while holding hands.
As we dance,
we mold into each other.
Becoming in sync and understanding we are meant to be.
Looking at the trees from this window,
It’s finally arrived.
Time to plan and enjoy the ride.
Yes, you- I am looking at you!
I see a perfect side view, too.
With painted eyes, green, glossy nails
I gather thoughts from varied trails
observing what will please me best
in thoughtful ways or mocking gest!
The world's my plaything, quite a stage
for quietness or all-out rage!
Interpret me, see if you can!
What's in my stare, what is my plan?
Finding love everywhere I look,
I use it to create this book,
Exploring avenues I took,
To understand what shook the core,
A storehouse of information,
From incarnations before,
Remain waiting til you find the door,
Love is the key to seeing more,
Who you were and what you came for,
Forward progress gains momentum,
As moments swing on a pendulum,
Seeing the space between them,
Stemming into eternity,
Love loading new possibilities,
Realities to be discovered,
New abilities are uncovered,
Smothered in the affection,
Feeling the whole connection,
I am One part of a section,
A collection of entities,
Love is our natural way to be,
You're creating everything you see,
Based on a perception of energy,
A mentality keeping me free,
Im tweaking my personality,
Thinking healthy brings me up,
Drinking from my own cup,
Love makes me wealthy,
If I never give up.
Don't look at things now,
But look up the things after
The process and end.
just looking at the stars
my curiosity reaches its high and
tells me to fly through them
i will enter the interstellar space-
a place between the stars
that will send me love for coming trillions of miles apart
the love which is different
from the one that you get on your planet
where bodies are buried everywhere and ashes in the soil
the love which is different
that will never hurt you and
one can dream of it after death
just looking at the stars
makes me want to fly through them
for once i can't wait for everything to end
Today, too many Christians have settled for Yahweh’s Promises
Without experiencing the full power of Adonai
The promises of Yahweh are True
The Reality of Adonai is the fulfillment of those Promises
Adonai is the Ruler, Master, and Owner
He has the final say
As we pray, we surrender our lives to Him!
In his Kingdom, we have everything we need
We feed off His Ways as He fulfils His Plan in our lives
Adonai supports us as we surrender to His purpose
We reflect on His Name as we inspect the Promises He gave and
Having confidence that Adonai will make it a reality
Today, too many Christians have settled for Yahweh’s Promises
Without experiencing the full power of Adonai
The promises of Yahweh are true.
The Reality of Adonai is the fulfillment of those Promises
We need to experience Adonai’s Reality!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2025
they said it was the sun,
but it was her eyes—
blue like drowning,
and I looked.
I didn’t whistle,
I didn’t speak,
just looked.
they dragged me out
like a busted dog
from a hot porch,
shouting things
even the devil would blush at.
the rope
was older than the tree,
and the hate
older than that.
tell her I forgive her—
but never them.
My ancestors may have faced it rough,
And my hope of prosperity may have been shadowed
My great grand may have failed
But got nothing about tomorrow
I don’t need to know why they failed
Because that was their time
But me am looking at the future.
I may fail today
People may call me all names
To refer to a failure
But am not concerned
Because
Am looking at the future
My future is bright.
My ancestors’ future differs
From my future
They may have failed
But for me
I won’t fail
Am looking at the future.
Do you see the same moon I see?
Do we worship the same god?
You probably live in an entirely different country:
I'll reckon we'll never meet.
I bet we have so little in common; but I guess
We could never know.
Maybe you're exactly the same as me
From the top of your head to the tip of your toe.
But whether or not you're my long-lost twin
Is a question I'll save for another time—
For now, there is one thing I know
And will always know:
We are both looking at the moon and stars;
Admiring the night sky,
And wondering if we see the same moon,
Or if everyone's life is absolute.
Supine, looking at the sky
I’m on a hill, where daisies with the breeze
are dancing. I see birds and wish to fly -
to soar with them with joy and great ease.
Supine, with my heart in flight,
I’m flirting with the clouds surrounding me.
My spirit’s wings reach a lofty height.
Now higher than the birds, I soar free.
Supine, dreamily I glide.
The sun is sliding down, and I am one
with hues rose-red and tangerine, I ride
a radiant ray of the setting sun.
Supine, I’m falling to sleep.
I dream I am a goddess, and her name
is Luna. Underneath me shadows creep.
My reign of star-filled night I now reclaim.
In the stillness of a new moon night,
I lie supine, gazing at the celestial light,
Millions of stars, galaxies, and planets afar,
I ponder the mysteries of life, both near and far.
I wonder what becomes of souls when they depart,
Folklore whispers they ascend to the stars in the chart,
Do they feel lonely, yearning to reunite,
With their beloved ones, under the moon's gentle light?
As the day unfolds, the stars slowly fade away,
Descending to Earth, in ashes they lay,
But on a full moon, my beloved, so fair,
She asked me if she outshines the moon up there.
With love in my heart, I responded with delight,
"When I see you, my dear, the moon loses its sight,
Your radiance outshines the celestial sphere,
In your presence, the moon becomes crystal clear."
So, in the midst of the night's celestial show,
I lie supine, with love's enchanting glow,
For when I gaze upon my beloved's grace,
The moon itself finds solace in second place.
Three times it happened, all connected,
Transcending time and space,
Ignited by the key ingredients -
A tree and sky above my face.
Looking up through skeletal winter branches,
The leaves had dropped off of each bone,
The third time I was with a cherished friend,
The others, I was alone.
Rock 'n roll poets played the stinging soundtrack,
Very clear, yet very low.
The second time the music played in my head.
The others were the stereo.
Above, a patchwork of blue polygons,
Each a different shape.
My eyes traced the branching borderline.
What I'd caught could not escape.
Those bare boughs and branches were the border
Of my roots in the earth below
And the greater spiritual universe
As time was moving slow.
I was no longer lost, no longer running,
Gazing skyward, I was found.
The quiet energy in me was stunning
As I looked up from the ground.
I saw that I was sad, but not bewildered.
Yet, too, I was wild, and I was free.
I was young and I was old, feeling bleak and cold,
But I was real, and it was me.
It's been quite a while,
but that's not uncommon for us,
glancing back at the past with
a kiss blown up above,
What do we have left?
as I see you for the first time in the flesh,
speaking as if we're neighbours
bumping into each other or
just strangers passing in the street,
What have we become?
Is this what waving the white flag is?
a way of admitting defeat?
maybe it's karma,
maybe it's the way it's supposed to be,
even if we still don't understand,
maybe we never will fully,
I'd give anything & everything,
just to be back there for a second,
but I know that's not possible,
so, this is me looking at you now,
still trying to take in who you are
staring right at me,
if only we knew then,
all that would be lost along the way,
maybe, just maybe we would've
put more energy into just being happy.
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