Friday, September 6, 2013

PROSTHETIC

Muddy waters
Run deep
I should of known
You were
Just a creep

Crept out of
The woodwork
Like a cockroach
On a food search

Off my heart
Off the cuff
On my sleeve
A cover up

A cover up
Of a name
Gone corrupt

So corrupt
Now my arms
A prosthetic

Pathetic, maybe
I once thought so too

Saturday, August 24, 2013

CALL ME

I'm the meaness in every child
Not soft nor am I mild
I'm that sneer in every man's grin
Some people call me Mr. Sin

I suck on the mind of the weak
Till he becomes to blind to speak
I'm the cause of filthy desires
Some people call me the King of Liars

I'm the beginning of all that will end
I know all but yet have not one friend
I was concieved not in love but hatin'
Some people call me Saten


Faith Frank         2013

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

MAYBE THAT'S WHY

I'm stranded

I'm drowning

Stuck in an abyss

My heart
Was not guarded 
Cupid can miss

Maybe that's why
Our love is a battflield

I'm unthoughtful

I'm an idiot

Stuck in and on stupid

My mind
Was wide open and
Let rude people visit

Maybe that's why
Our love is a battlefield

I'm realistic

I'm brutal

Stuck in one kind of Hell

I'm burning
With fever and
No one can tell

Maybe that's why

Maybe that's why

Faith Frank    2013

Sunday, July 21, 2013

ONE PEN

I wait for you
With one eye open
Peeking with anticipation

My stomach flutters
My chest is pounding
With my proclamation

Two senses synced
Two hands linked
Two eyes gaze
To spirits blaze

One chance
Once and a while
One night
Just changed it all

Two words
Carved in wood

Too not hurt
Because you could

Two, Two of a kind
Two lives that bind

One in a million
Once upon a time
One to ten
It will only climb

One pen

Faith Frank    2013

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

BADGE OF LIFE

I hear the words
But I don't believe them

I see the actions
And they scare me

There is no life....

Quite like mine

These winding stairs
That I must travel

I see right through
This cracked mirror

The face I see
Is not quite mine

This storm of ice
Throws knives
Upon me

The wall around me saves my soul

The wounds I wear
Are not quite mine

The resolution
The lessons shaped me

The smiles that greet me
The eyes that meet mine 

This life
This life

It must be mine

Faith Frank   2013

SORTA ME AUTOBIOGRAPHY

The page of life
Needs turned

Sometimes I think
The entire book needs burned

Marred by stains of every sort

Making this life bleed with distort

A novel
An epic
A tale
A story

A mound of words
Used to explore me

Chapter by chapter
Logging each secret

The ups and downs
Triumphs and regret
At times I repeat it

Waiting for the reaper
To come here
And reap it

I'm at some sort of intersection

Offended somehow my own reflection

An autobiography
Of a sorted life

An autobiography
Of a sorta me

Faith Frank.   2013

LIFE GOES ON

When a flower dies
It cries for no more water

When an animal dies
It cries for no more shelter

And when a man dies
He cries for not one woman

And when a man dies
He cries for not one dollar

When a man dies
He cries for no more sanity

Life goes on
Creating more
Than it can ever feed

The eons pass
Boring more
Than it will ever need

But the future
Is forever
And that gives us time

To decide
To abide
To make up
Our unfulfilled minds

I reached endlessly upward
And grabbed the heaven

Brought it down
From the sky
And gave a little piece
To every person living

I spread the heaven
On
In
And through-out 
The land

Grew grass
Trees
And people
On the lifeless white sand

Faith Frank.  2013