IN FORGIVENESS AWARENESS
Wow! I slipped and fell!
A wrong decision was made:-
Sad tears flowed for days.
Agony tormented me:
Dear God forgave my mistake.
There's a reason you chose to hide
Behind the mask that you still wear
You hide all your pain and regret
These things you refuse to share
You feel it's unjust for you
To suffer this life that you live
For a day most would call normal
There's nothing you wouldn't give
Mistakes from a time long ago
Have twisted the hands of your fate
Now every day is suffering
In this life you try orchestrate
You were never shown mercy
Or graced with a second chance
Fate chose to ignore you
Never giving you another glance
Your own life now forces you
To carry a crippling weight
A depression that's so deep
It's impossible to medicate
It could all be over for good
Repeats the voices in your head
They promise nothing can hurt
Once you have become dead
I regret that our land has lost its joy.
People live in misery,
Working without reward.
They receive lies as if they were food,
And survive on tears alone.
Power rests in the hands of rulers,
While the people remain blind and unheard.
Leaders speak of love,
Yet they write stories of pain.
They lead citizens toward suffering.
People dream of salvation
To end their difficult situation.
Truth is buried in silence,
And no one dares to comment.
Like oil that boils over,
Anger rises among the people.
Yet those in power seem heartless.
Rulers act like angels,
Always wanting to be first.
They rarely seek advice,
Though their speeches are full of mistakes.
People need warriors to confront the lions;
They seek saviors for the jungle.
Who will defend them from these troubles?
MYSTAKES
Mystakes…Misteaks…Mistakes
made everywhere by everyone;
13. A misjudgment of memory in what was wrote down
3. A errror of sintax in computer coding
6. A falt in a car’s nackered engine
9. A discrepancy in a shop’s cash office readout
11. A problem with line memorisation as an actor perform onstage
8. A slip-up on a drunken night out
2. A inaccuracy of a burette measurement in a science exam
5. A mix-up of paytients in surgery operations
12. A long forgotten deadline for a university assignment
4. A blunder of five hundred doomed men charging into battle in the wrong direction
10. A miscalculation in clockwork chronometry
7. A lapse in concentration as a lunch order is given to the wrong customer in a cafe
14. A misjudgment of memory in what was wrote down
1. A oversight in gramma and speling in a poem
Mystakes made everywhere by
everyone but nobody learns from it.
Free will is a choice: to yield or to strive.
It rewards the decision, solidifying the path: to yield or to strive.
God bestowed this on us all, yet we call Him a tyrant
because it feels unfair to have only two choices.
Our lives are not ushered by hollow guarantees.
We are granted a gift—of necessary choices.
Yet we stumble in the dark, following our own hearts—
knowing they can err, misled by our own impulses.
But beneath the mistakes, a quiet awareness remains—
pure, simple, and formless.
That is where the search ends, and where humanity finds peace.
So, the question remains: How will you decide?
Everyone has a place they are coming from
Don't goad the horse when it won't run.
I detect sorrow in your eyes
Because there were no alibis.
(chorus)
All the reasons why
You gave it your last try
The only way to forgive yourself
is to take the past off the shelf
It's worthwhile when you pause
Trace the roots, trace the cause
Find a peace under God's sky:
When you know the reasons why.
Our mind is a spectator, but we're also on the stage
We adlib the lines, when we can't find the page.
There's a gap between who we are and who we wish to be.
Who we are is how we deal with that discrepancy.
Some blame others for that gap
Some blame it on fortunes mishap
Some say they meant it all along
Convince themselves there's nothing wrong.
You can replay the movie in your mind
Facing facts can feel unkind
Still, tracing causes breaks the chain,
So you won't show that side again.
All the reasons why,
The thoughts we hide, the truths we deny.
And if your heart can heal again,
It starts with seeing where it’s been.
We’re all just travelers on our own
Kicking ourselves for what we should have known.
At least we have to try.
To find out the reasons why.
Elders taught us to not tell lie,
To believe what is seen by the eye
No doubts, no questions why?
So if things went awry
To whom are you gonna cry.
No one, no problem then sigh
I'll keep it then till I die
But what if the truth became the lie
And the lie is now a truth in disguise
which is which, can you identify
Maybe yes, maybe not
But who would've thought
Not even a single doubt
then I guess I'm quite dumb in that part
to not defend, to not impart.
but, then I'm just a man
I do mistakes,
I learn sometimes
i fall apart
then come back again
Mistakes of our past are packaged ballads
recorded on an eight track cassette
constantly rewinding itself track after track
haunting us with its infinite instrumentals
of despair,oppression, and depression
No matter how many times
we turn down our audio Pandora Box
the mixed tapes of our mistakes never cease
to record the lyrics of those ballads
composed and sung in those
bitter, powerful , rhythmic
demonic voices
of Lucifer, the front man
and his backup band of dark spirits
endlessly mocking and taunting us
of our past afflictions and transgressions
with their raging, high tempo staccato tracks
like fiery arrows and poisonous snakes
piercing through every fiber of our mortal souls
of a marriage away.
They were the ones
that I don’t understand.
I hope to remold this
column of mishappen thoughts
into a strong, yet misshapen
haiku.
As humans, we major in mistakes,
And we minor in imperfections.
Although our pursuit may have been innocent,
It was ill advised and still a big mistake.
Some things are done for old times sake.
Some curiosities later create heartaches.
Often, excuses are made to minimize the pain.
But there may still remain an ulgly stain.
One man feels inferior
The other man makes mistakes and becomes superior
Faltering does not halt your purpose
It exposes your path to greatness
Brokenness will enter your heart
Going through it will enhance your path
One man feels inferior
The other man makes mistakes and becomes superior
The interior of your heart will change and
Arrange your thoughts for good or bad
Both are by your side
You will collide with the substance of error
Exposing the terror of giving up
One man feels inferior
The other man makes mistakes and becomes superior
So never give up!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2026
I can't forget the last six years,
They live in the quiet parts of me,
In the way i pause before i speak;
In the things I no longer run from.
There was someone
Not just a name,
But a season,
A thousand small moments
That shaped how i stand today
Tall and proud.
I made choices.
Some brave, some reckless,
Some that replay like a tape
Wondering who I'd be
If i turned left instead of right
I made mistakes too.
Heavy ones.
The kind you don't outgrow,
You learn to carry
Like stones in your pockets
That teaches you how to walk taller.
I dont pretend im untouched
I dont pretend im innocent
I've learned that growth
Isn't erasing the past,
It's holding it without breaking.
Those six years didn't disappear.
They became my spin.
They taught me how love can ache,
How leaving can stay
How memory doesn't fade
It softens.
And now I move forward
With everything I was,
And everything I’m still becoming,
Carrying the past
Not as a burden,
But as proof
That I survived it.
From such loving trust to decrepitude. Heartbreaking. Another time.. wonderful.
Embrace the learning curve of Identical polarities. Outcomes remain. Another penny drop, another goal another gain. ??
Retracing all my steps
Still looking for the last breadcrumb
Trying to find my way back
From who I have become
Look up at the daylight
Thinking it will leave a clue
Shine a light on all my mistakes,
On what I thought I knew
I think i wanna go home
But I cant remember why
All the rooms there are haunted
All my plans go awry
So I'll walk until my feet bleed,
"Leave your shoes at the door".
Red-clay colored head to bone
Always leave me looking for more
I must have lost my friends,
I should not have clicked "send",
I meant to email you instead
My mind was half asleep,
I called them lazy sheep,
now they cut me dead.
I don’t know what it was,
Maybe just because
The mailing list starts with "A"
Now I'm so uptight
I stared at that screen all night
The screen that led me astray
(chorus)
There is no hack
That can take it back,
No magic “undo” key.
Friends may be sheep,
But the cost was steep,
When the truth-teller was me.
(bridge)
Next time I’ll pause and breathe,
Count to ten before bytes leave.
Read it twice before I click.
Because now I feel sick,
I jumped backwards off the crag,
The cats escaped out of the bag.
In social effigy I hang
No sense of humor in that gang
I've become a hermit living in caves
A wild eyed maniac who rants and raves
I still feel the hurt, still feel the pang.
When I hit that key, and the first phone rang.
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