Yeah I may be a Christian and I may be a poet but that doesn't mean my Life is picture perfect. An addict to the Ice and a slave to the Mary Jane...I have learned to cope with it all. Yes I am a full functioning addict I work I pay my bills and I save my money. However, whenever I have extra I like to treat myself to my addictions. It's self medication and a solid connection to an altered state of mind. Meditating on what has gone wrong in my Life I am seeking help for consolidation perhaps my best friend long gone abandoned me to my own destination. What else to do where to turn...I don't know but it is a direct confrontation with my inner being and the devil and he wants my soul. So here I put it in writing and hope for some explanation. God is there with me but I only feel lamentation. So many paths one can choose but I am seeking spiritual exploration...but my soul is weary and tired of loneliness and isolation. Sometimes I feel am not good enough for God's grace or mercy or even salvation...but here I am writing about my experience alone battling my addictions. When am high I feel like I have secluded myself from my Life's many problems and trials forms of testing my caliber against the world filled with agony and despair. My life is in a point of turmoil and descending to an abyss. However, what am I to do am just a lone human seeking God...what else is there for me?

Inside my head are many fears. Unimaginable, uncontrollable the urge to feel accepted by society to just fit in to motivate myself to feel loved and appreciated by all mankind. Though the Age and time we live in that is just a far away dream...logically knowing it's impossible to please the masses with knowledge that is impeccable admirable and clean. To them am a lunatic a fanatic of dogma and God. What they don't know or understand is that am a sinner awaiting my redemption and also my salvation...to the one and only that provides the breath of Life and it's known creation.

Thinking on **** I am not contempt with the erroneous ways I have dealt with my life in the past. Will it all end one day will I be granted the glory of God? Or is it all im my head and I will end up in hell for being who I am today? Questions only God knows the answer to...questions upon questions...what ifs upon what ifs...doubts upon doubts. I am what I am today due to the decisions I made yesterday. But just let me be me and let God show me a way...so I can find my way back home and be there to stay.
©Franko the Christian Poet

Off on a journey of landslide proportions
My plate is as full as I think it should be
Leftover meatloaf does sit in the kitchen
My eyes they are open much too wide to see

I live for these mornings when darkness is shifting
The sun in the east seems to rise with the wind
No telephones ringing unless I am singing
Now won’t you sit down once you choose to come in

Lost on a highway while trying to find you
My days spill as milk that has missed the first glass
Something is funny, a joke you just sent me
One I will place in my mind that will last

Different directions do flood visitations
We make the most of the time that we spend
Each day does pass even though I won’t let it
Oh how I wish that these days would not end

Living in love as an angel walks with me
Lighting the path of the places we go
Bringing our lunch in a tan wicker basket
Sending forth visions that ebb with the flow

Can you believe the direction we’re heading
Found in the middle where dreams they do lie
Symphonies play us their finest collection
Gardens of color to meet every eye

Bluebirds will sing if you listen so closely
Sonnets of love with each flap of their wings
Melodies float like a dandelion seedling
Filling our hearts with the vestige of spring

Colorful leaves gather out in the driveway
Nature born tapestries falling for free
Catching a glimpse of the seasons a’ changing
I am so thankful that you are with me

I feel that I must have picked the right numbers
Winning this jackpot of love you present
Six lucky numbers in some random order
This most precious prize for the dollar I spent

Now if you promise that you’ll never leave me
Standing alone on the corner of shame
Hands in my pockets the coins I am jingling
Asking the sidewalks to tell me my name

Then I will live like a king in a fountain
Splashing your love all over my face
Wet from the shoulders on down to the fashion
Happily laughing so free in this place

Love is the answer to all of my systems
Blood that does flow from my brain now to start
Keeps me alive as it carries affection
Straight from your smile to the depths of my heart

You are my flower that’s constantly blooming
Sending a scent that just drives my mind wild
Perfect your petals that brush past my fingers
Soft as is satin or the skin of a child

Look at me here as I stand now before you
A man who’s been placed in a magical cage
Not an illusion but truth in the making
The secrets revealed on the opposite page

Waving a wand is like dancing on sugar
It may be sweet but you stick to the floor
Nothing will change by that rod you are swinging
As long as you’re stuck to the one you adore

I caught the rose that the singer neglected
Funny how some things in life never change
Happily taking the gifts we’ve been showered
Closing our eyes when the moment is strange

Out of the fog or a misty concoction
That filled up the space that our lives occupied
Connecting our hearts like a staple on paper
Formed by the tears that the two of us cried

This is our fate so that we may enjoy it
Holding our hands in the face of the storm
Calling out windows to motorists passing
Pushing the button to sound the alarm

We are in love, the headlines are reading
Two hearts as one found atop of page four
If you are adding, the decimals point us
Straight down the path that we’ve been looking for

You on my arm is my medal of honor
Proud of our love is what I do foresee
Always, forever and days in between us
And longer still as your love covers me

Soften my heart with the heat of your passion
Brighten my life with the light of your smile
Color my dreams with your wonderful beauty
Live with me here in a magical style

I lay here in peace for I know that you love me
My heart beats for only the thought of your touch
Heaven must miss you, the skies must be lonely
For you are my angel, I love you so much

Lonely
In the corner
Staring into an abyss
       of pointless options
And all the edges
       in the world
Aren't sharp enough
       to cut through
The concrete wall
       surrounding her heart

Cold**
In a crowded room
Searching for an empathetic face
She sees the smiles
        filling the empty space
And it seems
        that no amount of joy
Is real enough
        to take the fears place

i could tell you i miss you
until my lungs collapse into
sharp fragments
reflecting every moment
you took my breath away.

but you've heard it repeated
like a sacred hymn
whose tune no longer
stirs you.

so tonight i'll say "goodbye" instead.
and "i hope he's worth it."

I was asleep in the backseat.
At least I pretended be.

The man in the driver's seat
began to spill insecurities
on the cold steering wheel
and into the woman's ear
about how his children
judged him too harshly,
were too emotional.
That he'd done the best
he could with what
he knew.
That man was my father.
At least he pretended to be.

I was asleep in the backseat.
At least I pretended to be.
But my mind was wide awake
flashing angry colors I couldn't
comprehend.

I could not comprehend how
the man in the driver's seat
believed that his actions,
his infidelity,
would roll off his children's
shoulders like warm rain
water.

I could not comprehend how
he felt sorry for himself
because we would always see
him as the bad guy,
the cowboy with the black hat.

I could not comprehend how
he'd expected us to feel.

But we were all okay, now.
At least we pretended to be.