FrankM4326754's Poetry
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FrankM4326754
Jedi Master
The Abstract of Free Will
Found in a place with no time just space.
Forms, images, ideas, all present to face.
The mirror of being, emanations to trace,
The core of all values, all which to embrace.
The enlightenment within will be found,
When being of any and all is unbound.
The path of choice, a choice of free will,
One gifted to us, bestowed to fulfill.
Know thyself is the cause of concern,
To be meek, a status, not given but earned.
(Meek above is used in the context in which Jordan Peterson defines). Link provided for a 48 second explanation of the word as used above. https://youtu.be/BGtcO63X_-M
Found in a place with no time just space.
Forms, images, ideas, all present to face.
The mirror of being, emanations to trace,
The core of all values, all which to embrace.
The enlightenment within will be found,
When being of any and all is unbound.
The path of choice, a choice of free will,
One gifted to us, bestowed to fulfill.
Know thyself is the cause of concern,
To be meek, a status, not given but earned.
(Meek above is used in the context in which Jordan Peterson defines). Link provided for a 48 second explanation of the word as used above. https://youtu.be/BGtcO63X_-M
FrankM4326754
Jedi Master
The Coat of Arms
A walk in the forest,
Now but a tourist,
In a vast and unknown land.
Upon this travel,
A path laid in gravel,
Giving a guiding hand.
A well they did find,
And in their own mind,
A moment of lasting reflection.
A plunge down the well,
They fell into hell,
Fighting all of affliction.
A part of them died,
But replaced deep inside,
A new basis of thought emerged.
A crystallized soul,
One in control,
Of limiting beliefs, now purged.
To carry the sword,
The shield of spoken word,
Furthered by articulation.
To abide by the code,
The recurring mode,
Aligned with emancipation.
What greater the call,
Than to take the fall,
And find thoughts in isolation.
Then to care and to share,
With others who dare,
To be of the evolution.
A walk in the forest,
Now but a tourist,
In a vast and unknown land.
Upon this travel,
A path laid in gravel,
Giving a guiding hand.
A well they did find,
And in their own mind,
A moment of lasting reflection.
A plunge down the well,
They fell into hell,
Fighting all of affliction.
A part of them died,
But replaced deep inside,
A new basis of thought emerged.
A crystallized soul,
One in control,
Of limiting beliefs, now purged.
To carry the sword,
The shield of spoken word,
Furthered by articulation.
To abide by the code,
The recurring mode,
Aligned with emancipation.
What greater the call,
Than to take the fall,
And find thoughts in isolation.
Then to care and to share,
With others who dare,
To be of the evolution.
Thanks for the excellent poems, Frank. I got an idea: could you write a poem that would be structured so as to suit a song structure - verse1 => chorus => verse2 => chorus etc. ?
I don't want to mess with your creativity, but I got inspired to compose a melody to your poems. :)
I don't want to mess with your creativity, but I got inspired to compose a melody to your poems. :)
FrankM4326754
Jedi Master
Thanks all!
Aragorn - I’ll do my best! Currently working on another poem and I’ll try structuring in the way you’ve asked.
Aragorn - I’ll do my best! Currently working on another poem and I’ll try structuring in the way you’ve asked.
FrankM4326754
Jedi Master
The Call to Action
A portal of reflection,
In circumspection,
Represented myself in only appearance.
Upon further pry,
I shrug and I cry,
To see the true nature of my being.
The mirror, it shattered,
And emotions that mattered,
All surfaced to expose their face.
A fractured showing,
Visual and knowing,
Presented my true existence.
What I found, a surprise,
A combination of i’s,
Fragmented in animation.
The call now made clear,
To battle, I steer,
To take on the i’s which were hidden.
A portal of reflection,
In circumspection,
Represented myself in only appearance.
Upon further pry,
I shrug and I cry,
To see the true nature of my being.
The mirror, it shattered,
And emotions that mattered,
All surfaced to expose their face.
A fractured showing,
Visual and knowing,
Presented my true existence.
What I found, a surprise,
A combination of i’s,
Fragmented in animation.
The call now made clear,
To battle, I steer,
To take on the i’s which were hidden.
FrankM4326754
Jedi Master
Aragorn - I’ll try putting the next one to song form.
This last one wouldn’t cut it
This last one wouldn’t cut it
FrankM4326754
Jedi Master
The Path of the Fall
In the process of being,
We came into seeing.
Contracted to time,
We dotted and signed,
A short cycle lesson,
To learn and make mess in.
We’re chapters of story,
That holds gore and glory,
As themes to which we’re entwined.
In the process of being,
We came into seeing.
What little we knew,
We developed and grew.
Our struggle in pain,
Our platform to gain,
A new understanding,
Came forth demanding,
A hero of sorts through and through.
In the process being,
We came into seeing.
Flew high in the sky,
Emulating the eye,
Paid close attention,
To watch and make mention,
Of all monsters lurking,
To cleanse our own working,
Of becoming the hero we knew.
In the process of being,
We came into seeing.
The time still awaits,
To unlock the gates,
Of that which is right and is true.
In the process of being,
We came into seeing,
Life of the light now due.
In the process of being,
We came into seeing.
Contracted to time,
We dotted and signed,
A short cycle lesson,
To learn and make mess in.
We’re chapters of story,
That holds gore and glory,
As themes to which we’re entwined.
In the process of being,
We came into seeing.
What little we knew,
We developed and grew.
Our struggle in pain,
Our platform to gain,
A new understanding,
Came forth demanding,
A hero of sorts through and through.
In the process being,
We came into seeing.
Flew high in the sky,
Emulating the eye,
Paid close attention,
To watch and make mention,
Of all monsters lurking,
To cleanse our own working,
Of becoming the hero we knew.
In the process of being,
We came into seeing.
The time still awaits,
To unlock the gates,
Of that which is right and is true.
In the process of being,
We came into seeing,
Life of the light now due.
FrankM4326754
Jedi Master
Sounds good! The chorus isn’t much so if I have something come to me that is better I’ll put it to text.
Okay, here's a first draft (listen to attachment, mp3).
To complete it, I'd need two more lines to the chorus. Something like this:
Chorus:
In the process of being,
We came into seeing,
da daa da da daa da,
da daa da da daa da.
And then the whole chorus repeats one time, each time. Listen to the recording and I think you'll know what I mean.
To complete it, I'd need two more lines to the chorus. Something like this:
Chorus:
In the process of being,
We came into seeing,
da daa da da daa da,
da daa da da daa da.
And then the whole chorus repeats one time, each time. Listen to the recording and I think you'll know what I mean.
FrankM4326754
Jedi Master
Reflection
It was a full moon night,
And I awoke out of fright,
To find my conscious,
In a room built of mirrors.
The mirrors were self portals,
Filled magic murals,
That held meaning in every way.
The reflections all different,
And momentarily ignorant,
I decided to look around.
To my left was a child,
Innocent and mild,
Filled with the utmost curiosity.
To my right an old man,
With cross in hand,
As if to offer himself as my guide.
Straight ahead was a boy,
Playful and coy,
Peeking from behind a tree.
Now confronting my tail,
A boy held in jail,
With a sinful grin of glee.
What I found right above me,
A vision quite lovely,
Of angels and God all glowing.
Now looking down,
Evil in crown,
A hopelessness appeared growing.
I started to run,
But trapped I begun,
To realize at this moment,
That with each step of terror,
My reflections called barer,
Like Sirens demanding my return.
What was this place,
Of fragments to face?
Could it just be my psyche?
Or perhaps something more?
A universal good and evil at core?
Are we in fact made in His image?
Now knowing what’s hiding,
The depth was subsiding,
And in a new state I awoke.
But inside me a voice,
Spoke clearly of choice.
Choose wisely my son,
For no deed is undone,
And the universe is watching.
It was a full moon night,
And I awoke out of fright,
To find my conscious,
In a room built of mirrors.
The mirrors were self portals,
Filled magic murals,
That held meaning in every way.
The reflections all different,
And momentarily ignorant,
I decided to look around.
To my left was a child,
Innocent and mild,
Filled with the utmost curiosity.
To my right an old man,
With cross in hand,
As if to offer himself as my guide.
Straight ahead was a boy,
Playful and coy,
Peeking from behind a tree.
Now confronting my tail,
A boy held in jail,
With a sinful grin of glee.
What I found right above me,
A vision quite lovely,
Of angels and God all glowing.
Now looking down,
Evil in crown,
A hopelessness appeared growing.
I started to run,
But trapped I begun,
To realize at this moment,
That with each step of terror,
My reflections called barer,
Like Sirens demanding my return.
What was this place,
Of fragments to face?
Could it just be my psyche?
Or perhaps something more?
A universal good and evil at core?
Are we in fact made in His image?
Now knowing what’s hiding,
The depth was subsiding,
And in a new state I awoke.
But inside me a voice,
Spoke clearly of choice.
Choose wisely my son,
For no deed is undone,
And the universe is watching.
