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The Map that Leads to YOU

The map that leads to you
Started before I was born
The map that leads to you
Was planned by YOU
We were born to know YOU
We were born to know Jesus

Many will call you Lord
But few will know you
Jesus, thank you for the MAP

Mark Frank

Copyright 2025

The Map Beneath the Change

They built the walls, so tall, so bright,
yet still the wind came rushing through.
They never sought the hidden sight-
the roots beneath they never knew.

People – culture, firm and true,
Organisation – beams that last.
Processes – the paths we view,
Information – the compass cast.

Technology – a bridge that stays,
no tide can wash its span away.
With all five

An Unchanging Map of Nothing

an appointment

seeming as a 

fork in a path

portending 

dark or light..

it is a lingering 

of time

so it seems

in an unchanging

map of nothing

which all of

these words 

express~~

Off The Map

I took the road less traveled
to hear if a falling tree
with no one around
(aside from yours truly)
does make a sound
but lost my way
veered far astray
and for the life of me
couldn't see
the forest for the trees
but if I could
it would feel so good
not a bump on a log nor lump on a stump
as then I'd be

A Map of Quiet Fires

Her skin drinks light like rivers take rain,
each dappled edge and sun-struck curve,
a landscape under my hands, soft yet severe,
where desire meets the edge of breath.
Fingers trace the small hollows of her hip,
catching sunlight in each soft valley,
dipping, trembling, as if they might slip
into some dark, endless tenderness.
She is a map of quiet fires,
a fever

You Won't Find It on The Map

We live not inland, but on the beach,
where splashing waves and sand crabs reach.
So, we style the place we dwell Outland,
where people's ears are filled with sand.
Like English, our cuisine is blandish,
but our languish is Outlandish.

Map

You repeat what you're good at,
and avoid what you're not good at. 
A map with only one road drawn on it. 
A traveler wouldn't put a map of someone 
who hasn't traveled before in his bag.
A blank paper is better.

EXISTENCE MAP

Nigeria, our homeland 
Our heritage, One nation
Numerous ethnic groups, differ people 
Different cultures and beliefs 
They all practice what they believe in.

Africa, our continent 
Our pride, rich culture and history 
Different countries, so many languages 
Different religion, different understanding
Everyone keeps defending their religion and nation.

The Globe, our world
Universal culture, Unites all 
Different continent and colors

Boss Map Walt Marie

Sure as stars shined she stumbled.
Falling.

A fierce lightning rod flickering
wild sparks.

Put the appetite front and center.
Boss map. 

Hard hands callused to the bone,
dialed in. 

There’s nothing lucky about it. 
She fought.

Life

life is like a box of chocolates

I just hope no one has thrown
the map away

magnetic map

If to l o v e  you
    must I find 
        cosmic keys
let wisteria words 
 unlock the 
       ethereal gates~
to dream within 
     the celestial warmth 
of your 
    

Ball-Shaped Map

Ball-Shaped Map

The ball-shaped map of 
the world on 
my desk has a 
nasally voice. Its little brother aside him can 
breathe triple fast due to 
his triple 
fat adenoids.

Beyond the Past

The past is a lesson, not a prison,
The past is a mentor, not a captor.

The past is a tale, not a jail,
The past is a page, not a cage.

The past is a foundation, not a stagnation,
The past is a phase, not a maze.

The past is a guide, not a slide,
The past is a map, not

No Map Needed

No matter how hard you look
It doesn’t take a map
GPS will not help you in any way
The place you are looking for
Well, it is the most special place on Earth
Treasures no one has ever heard of
And creatures never imagined
All you have to do is discard your maps
Just unplug your computer
Do not think or plan your

your face is the map of Ireland

your face is the map of Ireland
she looked over at a Marlboro man of the sixties
ruggedly handsome

he said nothing else
but his smile gave her goosebumps
it was slow and intelligent

she slid her purse two seats down
to get a better look at him
his face was more handsome up close

his eyes were light blue, and dazzled
she knew she

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