The love you give will not always be the love you receive
This is one of the risks engraved in the pattern of love
A brisk walk through history will show us love’s dilemma
Breakups and shake-ups
All that matters is that you wake up and
Understand that everything is for a season!
Pushing yourself beyond the borders of time
Will give you a reason to appreciate life and
Understand the orientations of purpose!
The abundance of emotion
Like silver and gold
Will teach you the accuracy of being bold while
Pushing yourself beyond the difficulty and knowing that
Every aspect of love is a glimpse into the dark and the light!
The love you give will not always be the love you receive
This is one of the risks engraved in the pattern of love
A brisk walk through history will show us love’s dilemma and
Reveal that love does not always return the same way!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
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Freedom Pub
Marred fictions of emus, ostriches
dip their heads neath, were hailed
by Ancient Rome's false divination,
of individuals, whose conquest of
enshrining their implied role.
Emancipated exacters, whereto,
the subjugators of the unlearned
majority, daily context by untruths,
orientations hard-pressed, by
tainted thumbs of paperwork,
loads conveniently,
mache for obvious design.
Decaying precursors demonocracy,
aptitudes knotting promotes,
a panache promenade of quilted
quids, as characters clash with
reality quarrels, as a shoreline
of sculpted castled sands, drift to
its emptiness of their costly
noted, S.O.S.
The absence of freedom is a true
reinvention for the masses, to
rummage and further wander, its
lineage of class enumeration
liken to some zombie apocalypse,
clueless beginning.
Lo and behold, its keepers adrift,
salty surges hath rise o'er, the
fresh living waters.
2023 January 07
*HM*
Freedom Pub
~~Joe Maverick: Judged 2023 January 09
The love you give will not always be the love you receive
This is one of the risks engraved in the pattern of love
A brisk walk through history will show us love’s dilemma
Breakups and shake-ups
All that matters is that you wake up and
Understand that everything is for a season!
Pushing yourself beyond the borders of time
Will give you a reason to appreciate life and
Understand the orientations of purpose!
The abundance of emotion
Like silver and gold
Will teach you the accuracy of being bold while
Pushing yourself beyond the difficulty and knowing that
Every aspect of love is a glimpse into the dark and the light!
The love you give will not always be the love you receive
This is one of the risks engraved in the pattern of love
A brisk walk through history will show us love’s dilemma
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
My mind as for consciousness;
Mind heart joyous confidence;
My heart joyous confidence;
Minds preference being variant;
Mystic muddle moods
Orientations being divergent;
Bodies soul wash in detergent;
Disputed conflict will be maybe;
Impending impingement honesty;
Mystic muddle moods congruity moments;
Conscience alignment conjunction rimes in;
Mind heart joyous confidence;
Mystic muddle moods
My mind as for consciousness;
Alas, I let my mind not my heart rule my heart?
Imparting, what
Mystic muddle moods
6/23/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
The anatomy of poetry is a glimpse
Into the dark and the light
Shadows of a rainbow form a
Composition that makes up the rain and the sunshine
Every rhyme of poetry is a
A glimpse in the dark and the light!
At times Life can be so cold
It opens up platforms to be bold
Break ups and shake-ups
All that matters is that I wake up and
Understand that everything is for a season!
Pushing myself beyond
The borders of time and
Floating through the realms of the rainbow
Gives me a reason to appreciate life and
Understand the orientations of purpose!
The abundance of emotion
Like silver and gold
Taught me the accuracy of being bold while
Pushing myself beyond the borders of time!
Floating through the realms of Life
Gives me a reason to appreciate time and
Understand the orientations of my own sanity awakening
The fact that every rhyme of poetry is a glimpse in the dark and the light!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
Head seeks attainment
Heart joyous contentment
Orientations being divergent
Conflict then seems imminent
Unless ... both be in alignment
Thoughts, words, deeds in congruity
In our moment to moment entrée
How may we in our life journey
With conscience thus be
In alignment
14-January-2021
He walks right through the wall and bounces of the air,
the ideal is the greatest reality as compulsive fair.
Some minds nail the ideal to the cross for depart,
as the ideal once is dissolved from a love drunken heart.
Then those ideals will have wrinkle and aching pain,
when those star fetched orientations shine in vain.
The danger of fanatic idealism ends in self pity,
even when the intellect feels so witty.
The reality of the ideal a soap opera for sure,
experience out of this is the parody to endure.
Fixed ideals the narrow obelisk of will,
haunting graveyards at midnight still.
For some it’s plenty to live by,
the idea and the love to lie.
Welcome divine ideal and destroyer of the world,
when greatness becomes emptiness unfurled.
The modern world ruled by ideals to find,
the tragedy of who is who lost in human kind.
The over stimulated fatalisms as art,
with no intolerance from the heart.
Millions of ‘ifs’ at the twilight dawn beach,
because nature has that magical promise reach.
Please come to me as the Sun
Showing the horizon and
The orientations in my mind
Please come to lit the engine of mine
And don't let the silence remain
I can't move a bit without your presence
Come and ignite it to soar or to run
If I would be viewed as a car quietly stands
Now frontsies or backsies can have a different connotation
When referring to the many varied sexual orientations
To me it doesn't matter
As long as there's no chatter
To disturb the task at hand and my total concentration
© Jack Ellison 2015
Timely sifting, sets slowly drifting
lofty apart, aloof of sort
as lost ships, in tidal dips
as ocean attests, perils at best
sortie Est, sortie Quest
Through a remembered gate, serpent’s dream abates
love’s reasoning renewed, ego’s reasoning eschew
the garden that parts, by two reasonings sorts
the soul of flesh, from sacred heart in stash
begin again, O man of sin
stored wisdom is cash, of heaven’s stash
wisdom of counterfeit, as though a serpent’s ego spit
unleavened reasoning vs the reasoning with seasoning,
the cost not less than all, the serpent’s gall...
the ego spit, that caused the split
A soul becomes gold, by his protocol bold
a soul is made bold, of the sacred mold
timely sifting, ends all drifting
through remembered gate, love’s will abates
ego’s oblations, of satanic orientations
Selah
Inspired by TS Eliot poem “The Remembered Gate”
Our ancestors started that what we call
today - our human race, around this blue globe,
sure enough we all are part of their great quest
to populate our precious planet earth,
Now along our way, we learned a thing or two
to pass along, what we all must do, to keep all
life stable, as well as efficient for our Freedom too,
live peacefully forward, onto our viable outcome,
We find ourselves at so many crossroads since,
ancestor’s quest for each of us to achieve, had started…
water, food for all, nutritious in nature, shelter, subsequently
medicine, protective clothing, per our orientations to begin working
Toward our global green efforts, joint service proficient management
of our environment, technology, transformation of energy,
reorganize Industry, Governments level of commitment successfully
so to transform a global peoples faith in humanity with health, vigor
“Thus our greatest race of all for humanity to survive together to achieve,
now our joint quest “
.
Maverick Free Verse
~Born after the flesh, orientation toward cash
Orientation toward Spirit, heavens are always near it
That which one loves, covers one like a glove
Orientations make clear, toward it one will always steer
One’s orientation always manifests as one’s connotations
and by it Love or greed take a vacation
~A awesome retreat, is an end as a rest complete
while if lust be thrust, in it one will trust
~If Love be one’s glove, one trusts in heavenly Dove
Meditate and orientate, Love a wait’s one’s fate
to open or close one’s sacred gate
Born then, now and again
a waits Love at one’s begin, patiently at one’s end
~Born after the flesh, orientation toward cash
like a stock market’s eventual crash
Connotation as vacations are temporal creations
illusionary information, fleshly concepts of creation
Selah!
Such a yearning in my heart to find a one
No, find the one
With the appropriate prerequisites
The right experience
The proper internships to complete my externship
The perfect applicant
Just right for the job
After many interviews and several orientations
I was able to convince myself you didn’t exist
Until…
That long conversation we had on that night off
I didn’t know what it was
Maybe it was your voice
Or maybe your laugh
All I know- is that at that moment,
The idea of the perfect applicant,
No, employee, rushed back into my mind
You may possibly know this, but I’ve never told you
So I guess now is the best time
Your cosmic beauty and your angelic sound waves
Bring my black hole to the brink of bewilderment
You send my mind on expeditions to another galaxy
Yet, like the roots of the oak tree, you are so grounded
You know not how you have impacted my life
At times, you fill me with the vivacity that I thought I could only find in the fiction
paperbacks
I live in awe with you
And like I said, you may not know,
So simply put…
I’m feeling you