A moment of reflection.
I look into the mirror.
Who is staring back at me?
The one I never meant to be.
I'm stuck in this dilemma-this cruel reality.
Perhaps I'm blinded by myself.
Pull back the curtain let me see.
I took this gift you gave me and threw it all away.
I'm trapped within my own deceit.
Perhaps one day I'll start to see the truth.
Hiding in a corner from the demons in disguise.
What kind of god would put me here?
I begin to realize.
Written by Francis Michael Clark
Posted on 05/30/13
Thursday, October 31, 2013
The enigma
The enigma.
The enigma that pushes my spirit into an everlasting dungeon.
Only enough shown for people to see the things that they don't like so that they can have a reaction based on a stigma that they were socially conditioned to recognize.
A fatal attraction.
Or, perhaps, an adverse reaction.
A moment of peace becomes a distraction from a society that is as nieve as it is devoid of meaning.
A way to feel good for a moment but a disease that will kill me in the long run.
Some kind of contraption.
A contraption made out of a compilation of my own thoughts and obsessions.
A web of lies and also truth but now way of telling which is which.
A discrace.
I feel like I'm a discrace to the creator and to my ancestors.
I feel like God has abandoned me because I have pushed God away.
I frantically try to grasp every rock that I can in order to keep from falling off the edge of this cliff.
A caged animal.
Trapped by my own mind.
Its complicated.
Hating the people I love and hating the ones whom I've hated.
A plethora of meaningless bull shit with no answer this life is.
Written by Francis Michael Clark
Posted on 05/15/13
The enigma that pushes my spirit into an everlasting dungeon.
Only enough shown for people to see the things that they don't like so that they can have a reaction based on a stigma that they were socially conditioned to recognize.
A fatal attraction.
Or, perhaps, an adverse reaction.
A moment of peace becomes a distraction from a society that is as nieve as it is devoid of meaning.
A way to feel good for a moment but a disease that will kill me in the long run.
Some kind of contraption.
A contraption made out of a compilation of my own thoughts and obsessions.
A web of lies and also truth but now way of telling which is which.
A discrace.
I feel like I'm a discrace to the creator and to my ancestors.
I feel like God has abandoned me because I have pushed God away.
I frantically try to grasp every rock that I can in order to keep from falling off the edge of this cliff.
A caged animal.
Trapped by my own mind.
Its complicated.
Hating the people I love and hating the ones whom I've hated.
A plethora of meaningless bull shit with no answer this life is.
Written by Francis Michael Clark
Posted on 05/15/13
Thursday, April 4, 2013
she can be seen in the moon
she can be seen in the moon
and in the Earth, our home
three aspects she does have
the Maiden, Mother, and the Crone
mankind has fallen from her grace
crushed her rainforests
polluted her lakes
"respect your Mother" we are told
but we are lusting after gold
we beat her and rape her
we spit in her face
we must stop this madness
we must stop it now!
before we are punished for our distaste
she is our beautiful Mother
who has made love to our Father
thus we exist
give the Triple Goddess honor
Written by Francis Michael Clark
Posted on 03-28-13
and in the Earth, our home
three aspects she does have
the Maiden, Mother, and the Crone
mankind has fallen from her grace
crushed her rainforests
polluted her lakes
"respect your Mother" we are told
but we are lusting after gold
we beat her and rape her
we spit in her face
we must stop this madness
we must stop it now!
before we are punished for our distaste
she is our beautiful Mother
who has made love to our Father
thus we exist
give the Triple Goddess honor
Written by Francis Michael Clark
Posted on 03-28-13
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