Songs and Poetry by Rick Frankhart
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"ode to the six string"
Half Moon Lake 1/26/11
sound of the six string
a steady homing call
tried true and ever settling
respite from the maddening din
protection
from the thief
what robs the soul
sound of the six string
folly not, but rather
valuable as gold
that which carries truth
more than the preacher's claim
and delivers us from evil
now and forever
sound of the six string
a friend that's like no other
what follows me about
at fire side
or on the beach in Leland
to leave such memories
that yet does draw a tear
sound of the six string
that beckons more these days
when does my loyal brother
remind me
that all the rest is noise
all the rest is noise
all the rest is noise
"windows"
Chelsea, MI November 2010
the tiny dots form letters
the letters make words
the words are strung together
into sentences
the sentences become paragraphs
the paragraphs turn into chapters
from the micro to the macro
of you
expanse of the trodden foot trail
that lies between us
though it may be great
doesn't keep us apart
instead I see you clearer
from a distance
in the silence of the spoken word
through the facets moving light from within you
they are thousands of windows
to your mind
to your spirit
to your soul
"To Carry On..."
Chelsea, MI July 2010
amidst the drumming
of multitudes
a constant cadence
stills the mind
the stones of credence
a burden great
light of the world
that blinds the eye
here I stand
'fore yonder valley
here I stand
I am alone
the path of many
is not my own
instead I travel
an open road
I must find
the way of truth
the way of reason
there must be a reason
to carry on
to carry on
enlightenment
deceitful master
sanctuary
from ones own wrath
the kingdom come
such sweet seduction
in times of peril
and great despair
uncertainty
oh source of wonder
a wind that blows
the seeds of doubt
to stand and study
with eyes wide open
is duty paid
to all mankind
unbelievers
step to the vanguard
come to the sanctum
to call your own
for yonder valley
is but a meadow
to walk together
I am not alone
we must find
the way of truth
the way of reason
there must be a reason
to carry on
to carry on
