Explorers Through the Mind of Idea Treasures

by Richard Franklin

Overview

To inspire the unspoken emotions the people feel and give a deeper outlook that engage vivid paintings coming from words of uplifting to touching souls that grace the path way of poetry.

My unique way is bringing people through a phase of their life with drawn words that capture memories readers cherish as they look for better and deeper meaning of their purpose for being here in a form of human creation, efforts of me designing timeless moments of art where readers can relive the impossible and gain the unbelievable as one?s continue to climb the steps of almost, there is where the readers feelings gives a relief that they been made it just never contained how it worked out for them but in their own standpoint it showed they never submitted to failure but traveling with words I restored into their temple to go the distance with powerful inner strength to be a testimony along the way.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781458215222
Publisher:	Abbott Press
Publication date:	04/29/2014
Pages:	198
Product dimensions:	5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.45(d)
Age Range:	1 - 17 Years

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Explorers through the Mind of Idea Treasures

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By Richard Franklin

Abbott Press

Copyright © 2014 Richard Franklin
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4582-1522-2

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CHAPTER 1

Grandma's Sunday
Family Dinner

The table is set out for
everyone to sit down and eat,
Hugs and kisses on
Grandma for the food that
was made for the feast.
She sits down and looks at
the progress of what really
brings family together
while looking at the dinner
being eating all the way to
the heart of the belly—
A full smell of laughter and
overjoyed people coming from
the kitchen made Grandma's
dinner even better in harmony.


Laundry Pile

Everything could not
be situated and was
all left in a mess.
It crowded the place where
a person couldn't see
their reflection from the
morals inside of them.
The last chance to find peace
fell down in a pile, where
it was hard to find a true
meaning of truth to be seen
without anyone blocking it—
A pile where something was
referred to as unbelievable
because of how much weight
it held and the max a person
had to carry through a tunnel
of secrets, entering unwashed
problems that weren't solved.


Night Castle

A moon that froze far into
the night caught people
in a silent moment.
There was no time for a glass
of water when things started
freezing everywhere in sight.

The castle that was miles
away could be seen with a
light sitting above it even
though it was night.
Then out of nowhere, ice
began to melt from the
living sun in the castle
that made itself a home
through the dark spaces.


Ghost Friend

When no one is around,
he talks to himself
just to find self.
He found a friend out of
nowhere to prevent the hurt
from being all alone;
It was best that way, because
just he and his ghost friend
were all he needed to enjoy
and play to find a way.

Closed eyes under the
trees, listening to whispers
from a friend he can't see
because the only friend is
in him, glorying to be—
When no one is there, he
knows his ghost friend will
be standing close by to listen
with nothing but ears open.


Crushed Ice

Frozen to the core and sooner
or later going to melt by
how the heat is outdoors,
Ice came fast from the
freezer because of how many
bags were brought in.
Nothing but a crushing
sound was all a person
could hear as the ice would
be scooped up and put in
a cup, given to the people
who were worn out from
sweating all day from work,
the parents and kids who
played all day at the park—
A sensation given off by
the liquid ice to make
the body chilly and slide
through the veins as a
person elevated far from the
crushed ice that they felt.


Traveling through
Cracks in a Broken,
Dead-End Road

There's no space to even walk
or breathe; we have chosen to
lie down and receive failure or
stand up and believe that out
of all of us, we can succeed.
It is exposed to traveling
through cracks in a broken,
dead-end road to see how
far a person wants to go.

A man who gave his mind
and soul didn't ever let his ego
show because of the route he
been through and still has to
pass by in an orderly fashion.
With a loss of passion, he
still rises to the hype.

Bats flying down that dead-
end road with cracks exposed
in it to show photo pictures
of many who tried to conquer
their fear by tightening up
their gear and becoming
patient humans who don't care
about the circumstances of
traveling alone—because of
the feeling of them knowing
it will be home at the end of
the cracks, traveling through
the broken, dead-end road
with thin air to spare.


Four Miles to Go

Barbeque smoke coming from
the grill that's giving people
a run for their plates—
It has been a few days since
some people have eaten.
One plate to the kids
was all it took.

This was fueling people of
different ages who needed
to get prepared to run in the
charity race, but that's when
someone came through and
cooked something delightful
so they wouldn't be going
on empty stomachs.

There couldn't be a better
day to come out to show
support for people who
needed it the most.
A toast to the ones who
took their marks and ran
like cheetahs in reach for a
prize position of healing.


Dancing Animals

A party filled with excitement
that included zebras, lions,
bears, tigers, monkeys, and
eagles eating cake in the
jungle of the noise of animals
that looked to keep the
fun going all night long,
Sparkles and fireworks were
part of the gathering of a
group that took over the dance
floor where the rest of their
crew who were considered
part of the team who
celebrated together as one—
Times could get tough from
here, but right then and there,
it was about getting to know
one another, not making a
meal or battle against someone
who looked like prey to the
eyes of the greedy teeth in
one's mouth that was meant
to sing songs and hold hands
while doing so at the dance.


Coffee at Night

Can't get that good night's
rest, seeing butterflies
flying over the bed,
Feels like lying outside just
without the stars but still
shows the dark and clouds
with the moon creating a smile
that takes a simple mind into a
space where there's no daytime
but there is no place to hide,
A smooth smell of the
keep-up to finish business to
further a mission: creating
a painting without using a
brush, just an imagination
that's timeless with a broken
watch that still can rekindle
a tick-tock from a taste of the
sip of coffee that keeps a
person on a steady go with a
rocket movement of motion.


Tree without Apple

Horses running out of there,
stable glass falling off the
shelves due to the storm,
Tears out of eyes that couldn't
close because it was so much
to witness inside the weary
night of sorrowing ghosts,
One place that was open
as a heart surgery was the
basement—behold apples
standing side by side,
Fruits started to later grow,
People then started
to later show,
Time of fault for the ones who
never were there to begin.
One look around—it was
vegetables on the tree that
lost plenty of sensation.


Ice-Skating in
the Streets

Cold breeze dragging along
teardrops written on the
downward eyes of a lost guy,
Matchmaking on skates
where people tried their
hardest not to fall and crack
a piece in the sensitive ice,
Underground shoveling where
dancing, free inmates were
trying to make their marks
on a cool night without the
faithful skates needed to
pass grabbing hands—
Senseless acts committed to
justify why there should be
better laws while ice-skating
down a dead-end hallway.


Shining above
Cloudy Stars

Spring has paved the way for
fall to the doorway with books
of thoughts and knowledge.
A free and open mind
moves at different points
in life—a happy grand
opening of similes—
One final dance that lasted in
the clouds, where stars relied
on a sparkling shine above
far, from being behind;
Flowers even grew in a pond
of watery clouds without shine
needed—only oxygen of lively
butterflies that represented
the shining clouds of stars
up above timeless gravity.


A Boxer without
Punches Thrown

Words of encouragement to
leave people speechless—
There are no hard feelings
because he can see it through
the test of hard times.
Cracks in a broken mind,
Trying to find patients,
to not be left behind,
Looking to beat your
opponent just by using
your gift of freedom, of
bone-chilling words.
A person out doors of their
comfort, looking for a fight—
but the joke's become on them
because the only punches
thrown were confident of
being someone of a leader.

Teach the small-minded who
use the forces of weapons to
use the strength that harvests
a heart connected to the
mind of their own to show
him and her their destinies
have already been carved.

There isn't a need for a
battle or war zone to try to
conquer a point—the reason
punches weren't thrown
was because wisdom took
on the badge of honor.


Magic inside the
Water Bottles

People watch the moon
turned across the galaxy,
splashing water into
magic of sand, floating
past bottles of crystals.
When will it be a day
someone sees they're only
giving days ahead?

No food or bread to nourish
the stomach of the sickening
people who didn't care if
it took walking through
broken glass for help.

Over a pathway where there
was a land of perished water
that shined, food that was
laid out for all to chow
on, and slices of bread to
make many meals for all,
Coming across something
that could never be held
inside people's minds for
years that would have been
some sort of magic in the
water bottles to keep them
around a little longer on
earth's golden, watered grass.


Homeless, Giving
Human

Safe underneath the
rock of shields,
The only giving leftovers
were tears to spare;
People who made offerings
took care without any worries,
A show poured out for
the ones who meant the
most to the project.

Braved what was inherited
from the trash bags of
canned goods, clothes,
shoes, and other needy
material given from those
who never did have it,
Turned homeless but when
able to grasp any special
breath, it was worth every
single thing a person had just
to be held again into light.


Spiritual Tendency

With the blessings of
the angels showing each
one of us to death,
Make sure your heart is
running into his arm for
safety and protection so
people will love again.

We as people are accompanied
to share cultured living with
the belief of healing from
the Lord's ceiling of grace,
where it's an undefined place
with a matter of faith.


Old Company

Lost the mood to react to
a scale of misery, trying
to find company,
Wishing the one who brought
you joy a long time ago
could bring more instead
of taking it back with the
feeling of emptiness

It feels that you have to
push forward and find new
waves of attention to keep
your interest at surfing.
Cherish your puzzles that
are full before someone
tends to step on them and
they begin to crumble.

Then the rebuild starts all
over again, just wishing for
a sign and a witness to be
among your glory of shade.

Another conversation of
people will come along and
spark up an old company
that you used to have
composite in your mind at
the center of the garden of
true lively from lonesome.


Creepy

A time of pleasant smells—
The flowers don't
grow or smell,
A clown tossing around
juggling balls,
Seventeen-foot man
standing tall,

Building sand castles
out of smashed clay,
Letting our minds
lead the way.
In my imagination, I
will always stay
Off the cliff to the sea,
Deeper into the ocean
on the shark back,
The last impression
without an act,
Smoking tobacco without
the site of smoke,
Invisible people playing
live music in their bands,
A horse singing songs
with a flute in his hand,
Your last memories
of the impossible
Stories come true.
Something so weird—
how could we let it be
In these crazy dreams that
have become reality?


Lost Footprints

An opening in the sand
that froze in the winter—
Missed communication
on what was there could
not be retraced
Past the tunnel of hope but
not the entering of daylight.

Support that was meant
for you but taken away
because the audience
thought otherwise of
the spiritual person
Cannot take them down,
because the footprints are
forever permanent, even
if they couldn't be seen.

This means the one
made by someone else
was lost but there.
Another person came
along and made some
impossible measurements.
They created deep footprints
of their own in the solid,
frozen ice of the sand.

The person created their
own path and destination
Until someone else came and
did the same; now theirs is
lost, but they already have
found their place in the
path of their own creation.


Desire from the Far

Skating on ice is so amazing
when I see you there—
How the ice flakes jump out
of the floor pavement every
time she lands a move.
One glance from the
corner of your eye will
take your breath away—
A star at night while she
skates on the magnificent
ice of sparkles.
It seems like I could sit down
and watch her skate for days.


Balling Like Nothing
Happened

Watched the days wash
away your tears upon the
pride of a warrior,
They kept on fighting for
their last breath that might
guide them every day.

The money doesn't do
anything but create a smile
and frown because being
stuck by needles fills the
void, but time, past, and the
present were almost closing
the last piece of the sunset
to awaken the sleepy who
couldn't rise by themselves.


Dragon Dance

Dancing to the playful
time of drums of fire,
Looking across at the
one you admire,
Never passing up a chance
for a hug because there
are no good-byes going
to be mentioned—
Tension in the mind,
where the beat trembles for
attention of a two-step,
Out of the level without prep
but prepared to give the floor
a run for its pattern of people
who decided to compete.

Under a mask disguised in
skin tends to address the
attire placed with incredible
skills of passion with bear
claws of a driven mystery.


Onto the Court

After those jump shot
days are over,
The cold wind brings you
into an unshaped angle.
Trying as much as you
can to make things
comfortable for you,
The practice just
doesn't add up.
Count the free throws that
have been made at the basket;
Off-court decisions can
make something out of
nothing, but those free
throws have to be made.
Getting paid for bad decisions
can stair up the competition
Involved in all the
ball-handling scuffle
under the pile.

Leaving the court mad,
embarrassed, and badly
bruised—but the best
foot forward was taken
into concept—
Putting in more effort can
make a different outcome.
Entered with a prepared mind
but unprepared physically
for the battle ahead
While tracing memories
in the everyday buzzer
shots that were taken—
Do not be mistaken for those
purposeful opportunities
because time and will let you
see the brighter picture.
This gleaming storm of raise
could be the getaway jump
shot they were looking for.


Sunrise, My Sunset

Your body is amazing,
Your cold feet deep
like a razor.
Your bright mind is awesome
because you are rising.

A dose of you—now I'm
fl ying behind the mountain
creek to help you reach your
peak of higher limits.


Her Smile, Her Style,
My Everything

Give it back to me—
your heart you took from
the love of your life.
Let's take a trip—but
your body wants to be
still and never move

The way someone's eyes play
in tune with their soul.
My ambition lets me make her
smile and cry tears of silver,
A moment that will take you
here and there with a charm
on your wrist and arm.


Sharing the Wealth

It's all in a time and a place
to give and never waste—
The gift in the store for the
one who inherited a travel
guide to where the joy of
thoughtfulness comes from.

Pulling plums off a tree,
seeing a smile off the needy
because of how you shared
your own earned cash to make
the poor have a blast—
Something that their minds
and hearts will never forget,
and surely the place in your
storage of helping from the
beginning to show the right
duty of how the wealth shared
by never being over greedy

Without showing the people
how much they are valued
to you because things are
being done for what's best
inside so it can continue
to last forever in a time.


Dead in a Casket

Love the unloved for what
they don't have in life.
Pull a leaf off a tree for your
buried treasure of secrets that
lays in the eyes of pushing
the door for a day and
nighttime sigh of death—
A love for no one but your
soul. It does love forever, ever,
ever in the last overdose of
pills of removing the pain.


Last Times

There are moments enjoyed
or that just wandered
off in the sunset.
The sounds of trains and
cars shine from stars.
When you make your
move, you will know it;
only time will show it—
A smile with a grin.
Time is passing by with the
smooth touch of your chin,
So don't pack your bags; just
take yourself for the ride,
because where you going, it's
just going to be happiness
inside, so touch the gate and
wait for your time to shine,
because when you do, things
come through with this
movement of a life journey.
As you watch the time pass
by with the glisten of an eye,
What used to be is now in
the rearview of the sky.


A Cutie in
Slow-Motion Vision

To the girl he writes;
to the girl he wrote.
Her name was Cutie, the
one who sat at her desk and
made ways for a solution with
a sparkling smile that came
from a joke of laughter.
Doesn't Cutie wish to
take that journey?

Cutie ended up blossoming
into an amazing girl.
Then he stood behind
Cutie and opened doors
and pulled out her seat,
dressing as the gentleman
he was supposed to be.
To the girl he liked; to
the girl he wrote.


Through the Dust

Flying the planes toward
a cloudy road—
Where do we go from here?
Inside the cave of
everlasting love—
Can't see where to go with
all the fog in the way.

One footstep at a time,
like baby steps—
So much pressure to
keep going ahead.
Just stop right here
and take your pick.
From the moments that
cannot be recaptured
Under the trees lost in
the imaginations,
A splash of water onto
the fl oor pavement—
Only time can tell
everyday life
As we travel the islands
of wine glasses.

Maybe things could
last for the best—
Dusting ourselves off, getting
prepared for the next mission.


Dear Love

Only climbing to the
stairway of your heart—
A quest into your water
puddle of daylight,
The melted stones that
poured into your eyes.
So wonderful to stand
next to the deadline,

Putting yourself on
hold for another
With the cold body begging
for your warmth.
Good luck to the last heart
that challenged you,
Wondering if they were
coming back to see if
any of it was true.
Let's take this moment to
remember the love that
pushed for open arms.

At last, we meet up to
discuss the next move
But hope it won't
leave a bruise.
The heart can only take so
much that can be prescribed.
"Eat your heart out," they say.

Rain, rain, go away; another
love will come again one day.
If it comes and I never wake,
With my heart you
can be sure to take.

(Continues...)

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Table of Contents

Contents

Grandma's Sunday Family Dinner, 1,
Laundry Pile, 5,
Night Castle, 9,
Ghost Friend, 13,
Crushed Ice, 17,
Traveling through Cracks in a Broken, Dead-End Road, 21,
Four Miles to Go, 29,
Dancing Animals, 35,
Coffee at Night, 41,
Tree without Apple, 45,
Ice-Skating in the Streets, 49,
Shining above Cloudy Stars, 53,
A Boxer without Punches Thrown, 57,
Magic inside the Water Bottles, 65,
Homeless, Giving Human, 73,
Spiritual Tendency, 77,
Old Company, 81,
Creepy, 89,
Lost Footprints, 97,
Desire from the Far, 105,
Balling Like Nothing Happened, 109,
Dragon Dance, 113,
Onto the Court, 119,
Sunrise, My Sunset, 127,
Her Smile, Her Style, My Everything, 131,
Sharing the Wealth, 135,
Dead in a Casket, 143,
Last Times, 147,
A Cutie in Slow-Motion Vision, 153,
Through the Dust, 157,
Dear Love, 165,
Gonna Make You Cry, 175,
About the Author, 183,