Frank (Black) Blacharczyk

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regrets like sand easily blown away by the wind
Some regrets hang on for a while whisper with time
Some regrets hiding behind drugs and alcohol won't die
but return with a sobering slap

Grieving men walking in darkness
carrying the boy to his grave with a final march
The boy's soul was a runaway soul
buying a one - way ticket leaving in the dead of night

unquestioning faith
propaganda sweet like candy
follow the yellow brick road
paved with good intentions

The crucified thief had no escape
No one to cry or to say good bye
No past no history only a thief condemned
With another who was born with a choir of angels

When we first met the sun was setting
When our eyes met fate began dealing
In a convenience store on a corner
No romantic music no candles on a table for two

Hell was breathing fire
Unquenchable heat thirsty fury
But this man like no man no devil
No magician could perform like He performed

They anxiously waited in the trenches pacing with God
Few questions were asked but does God welcome the enemy too
Impatiently patiently listening for the whistle
to run the race into eternity or something worse

Welcome to another day in my paradise
I open my bedroom window and sometimes
I hear many voices in perfect harmony
the river singing like a choir of angels

I fell in love was it chance was it a twist of fate
Looked into her eyes and fell in love
I fell in love as I saw it
thought it would be a made for TV movie

I stand on this plot of ground
thinking about my life
the good I have done the bad I have done
the love I have created the hate that I stirred

Hold my hand squeeze it tightly
when it's time and I go let go
don't say good-bye just say
see you around if its not here it will be there

God wake me up even though my soul sleeps in fear
I have seen the sun set let me see the sun rise
he held out hope he had no choice
a colourful flower growing in a black and white war

I gathered five stones for the fight of my life
only needed one the right one to win
I was a shepherd anointed to be king
young and handsome against a Goliath

I see her as I walk in light and darkness
I see her when I sleep and when I awake
She fades in and she fades out
When I find a flower with an alluring scent

On My Way Home

I can feel Van Gogh's pain his misery
His need to be loved and yet create chaos

Dear children, let us not love with words or speech
but with actions and in truth*
The deafening sound of love lightens the load
Beginning has an end the end has a beginning

I am a pretender a preacher a dreamer
And you move inside my head on clouds like a queen
I am your unworthy subject then you whispered my name
A dreamer a poet who's always searching for the right word

A choir of angels danced in the heavens
The sun was shining with breaking news
The Son was rising
Shaking heaven and earth a rock it did roll

Nobody drowns in the Water of Life
No one starves eating fruit from the Tree of Life
The Light will be a candle in my darkest hour
A stream of Water when I thirst for peace

The mirror never lies but we do to ourselves and others
A reflection that speaks louder than our conscience
Smothered by denial so the ghosts of our past disappear
The mirror casts only what it sees past or present

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Grave Yards Are Full Of

regrets like sand easily blown away by the wind
Some regrets hang on for a while whisper with time
Some regrets hiding behind drugs and alcohol won't die
but return with a sobering slap
No matter how many times I dig their graves
or fly 30,000 feet with my head in the clouds
The writing is on the wall
What should I have done?

Regrets are bullies what to do
and I keep building so do you
One brick at a time one after another and
With a deep breath I grab on to lies but
They slip through my fingers like a dreamer's dream
Playing hide and seek nothing hides forever

Building that wall higher and higher and higher
I have been a man who has lived in tears
The writing was on the wall for years
But time is no one's friend time runs out
Regrets become flowers placed deliberately
when words don't count

Anxious to see if regrets have aged like me
Wasted by excuses yet I climb that tree
To eat its fruit of my neglect with a casual glance
Regrets waved with affection like old friends
looking the same today as yesterday…
What can I say?
The writing is on the wall

Frank Black Blacharczyk Feb 17 2021

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'Poor and free rather than rich and enslaved. Of course, men want to be both rich and free, and this is what leads them at times to be poor and enslaved.' - Notebooks (1942-1951) Albert Camus

False face must hide what the false heart doth know

'Always when markets are in trouble, the phrases are the same: ' The economic situation is fundamentally sound' or simply ' The fundamentals are good.' All who hear these words should know something is wrong.'

We can deny our heritage and our history, but we cannot escape responsibility for the result.

Those seeking power spin their lies like truth like a spider spins its web sometimes unseen until one walks into it.

'I have been impressed with the urgency of doing. Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Being willing is not enough; we must do.'

'Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.'

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