To be safe is to cozy up with your past,
Like that old sweater you can’t throw away—a bit frayed, but a blast!
What you see is what you get—
A masterpiece of chaos, like a cat's hairball at your feet,
Born from the brilliant art of dodging responsibility,
And a grand delusion that mistakes are just "creative beats.”
To love is to pretend you care, oh dear,
For something outside yourself—like that plant you forgot to water, I fear.
Yes, most religions have turned this into a thriving market,
Selling “selflessness” like it's the latest fashion—what a racket!
Stained with the colors of thought and wishful dreams,
Dulled by contemplating cultures—you know, the usual schemes.
And if you ponder long enough, who knows?
The future might just wink at you—but only if it shows!
But man—oh, what man dares to take a peek,
At his own quirky quirks, his blunders, and, let’s face it, his cheek?
He is king at heart, ruling with a laugh,
In this comedy of life, where we all play our part—just look at the staff!
Waves
wander
unrestrained
far out to sea
in impassioned mood
relentlessly striving
to discover the allure
of an elusive horizon.
Undaunted I follow in their wake…
A life fraught with the unpredictable.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The dream play
May feature a
Curtain of complexity
Drawn over the
Simplicity of
~No-separation~
~Which unexpectedly~
May appear
As the curtain~~
Is this what I seek? loud gratitude and a soon end.
Words once comforting
They seem so fake
Expression is vulnerable. Can I come out of this Darkness, yet?
Waves in my tranquil sea.
Happiness; Is it worth it all?
Thoughts became a past
Don't you want something from me?
A maze in a way.
Where's my path on shaky ground?
I stumble, but I don't want to give in.
I crumble, fall, die. Unfairness
I have arrived here, where am I?
It travels in my veins, and my mind, concurring my thoughts
I'll fight for this insight
my hope, the kind darkness.
side by side.
octopus, as I study you
your geneology is not tried and true
alien DNA is what you have, my friend
i wish could talk to clear up this trend
your extensive genome has great complexity
with thirty thousand coding genes, you outrank me
are you from mars, venus or is pluto your extension?
your problem-solving skills are beyond my comprehension
octopus, as I study you
I am confused, what can i do?
who can I ask?
maybe only you.
Driven by the need for pleasure!
Often the transaction of lust
Can end up in the wrong way
When sex changes the ratio of your relationship
Then the conversation changes
The mood changes and the direction of the relationship changes!
Too often the negative aspects stand out
Because it is often judged against a former relationship!
Having sex, the wrong way spells defeat
Making the wrong impression carries deceit!
Sometimes relationships fall apart because
The need for sex takes pre-eminence
[An Old Poem]
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
They wonder at my doubt
and laugh at my hesitation
-if they even care-
while they smile as if they understand the world.
Do they ever stop to consider
a feather floating by on the wind?
Can they tell me its weight,
the species of bird,
how long it's been separated,
where it's been,
or what it is -
every rung on the twisted ladder
of its genetic fingerprint,
every molecule, every atom,
and the forces that dictate its structure?
Somehow, I doubt it.
But this, as all else, they claim to understand.
22 December 2022
In nature’s pool, away from the moon
jellyfish, those rose tinted wonders
of illuminated buoyancy, my ankles avoid
the terror of tentacles where a perfect
CocoCay day, would not be, to be stung.
In nature’s pool, absorbing the sun’s zeal
and sighting seagulls above the waterline.
I see, with my itty body immersed in manifold
drops - the sea and sky glide overhead
in camouflaged wings of turquoise. Oh God!
Complexity and perspective, latitude and
longitude - yes, God is that specific - shows
up where we are. This poet’s grappling
with weak words. Oh God! Your glory
swims all around, flies over me…I jump with joy.
9/23/2022
Grammatical complexity the young must have,
To coexist with their immortality.
The young nimble mind, the mind that swells as
Would a wave that crashes upon your rocky shore.
Teach them no profanity, teach them well, give unto them
Your religious book to learn from and dwell not on belief's.
A dictionary and encouragement, discipline and self control,
And do not show them death for death's sake to make them hard.
Born from darkness the consciousness a bright light in the womb,
May have arrived just recently,
due to us that in coming, that death knew before.
Around the Aged thus bring them early-life for life to know as the
Aged in passing know from whence they go.
Grammatical complexity of the seven,three and one, discernment
Grows, starve them not of knowledge, knowledge of and is.
Your own personal sacrifice that all know before.
To feed them what they need, not what they want and one in ten,
Then will grow greater than you have or ever we're.
COMPLEXITY
addressed
&simplified
quietly emotional
this figurative
emotion
driven manipulated
cropping up
then
discovered
finding the range
in a
haze of silence
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Who are you? Self awareness is very tricky.
You’re very complicated, we all are,
people are the most complicated things
we encounter in our everyday lives.
Now imagine two complicated people together.
We manage this complexity by limiting each other,
with social contracts, to limit usurious behaviours.
If we abide by the contracts things are simplified.
Part of that is being polite - you don’t want a complex,
bank teller, dentist or policeman - our society runs
on simple transactions - perhaps 10 for each of us daily.
The wild card is emotion - that’s why sex is so tricky.
Do you want to depend on an emotional doctor
or be stopped by a really emotional policeman?
I think not.
Complex if thus had ,
I never understood well
its complexity...
The complexity of her heart
Also doing part bleeding has stop
Her emotions were worth
Her tell tail heart
Has stopped
God has to remodel her
For you see she is heartbroken?
7/31/2@
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Doesn't know what to say.
Or knows-
Weeps, falling into the dry pond of Saipara-
The wind blown over the head-
By the Falcon flight-
Remains as an inverted scream -
The mockery of a distant word.
How can I say?
How can I say?
This is the-
Biggest problem.
Dilemma in mind-
Becomes the knot of Nylon yarn
Makes the multiple combinations
Grins loudly the brown fox.
The worst condition exists
I am on the run-
Everything is in complex situation-
Extremely panting is the crazy mind.
I am surrounded by a palette of gray,
These colors are always visible in silence.
There is nothing good around
I'm getting deeper and deeper.
The complexity of life is already off the scale
And the silence is deafening.
Someone is telling me off again
And he thinks it's impressive.
I don't like myself the way I am,
And I've never saved anything in my life.
But for some reason I kept my honor,
And I picked up the honesty virus somewhere.
And now the silence has already flooded me,
It was like turning to stone.
I came to the end of the day in silence,
Then all my strength left me.
And here I fall, and all around is silence,
I am alone, drowning in the lake of eternity.
I walk in silence and the road is dark,
And my path disappears into infinity.
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