Humble Praise (from The Magical Blog)

Humble Praise

© 2007 Franklin Perso

I cannot take you to the ends of the earth,

but to the edges of immagination,

we may sweetly drift.

I’ll show you not the greatest,

nor the biggest river,

but the shy mountain stream,

where so much more is hidden.

To the peak of the highest mountain,

we venture not.

But I’ll show you a hill…

With the humblest of views

over the lolling vallies below.

The moon it is too far away.

The stars are further still.

But flowers of the ordinary kind,

I can give to you any day.

I know not how to build for you

a castle in the countryside.

But I’ll hold you safely here with me,

untill the life has left

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Final Ballad (from The Magical Blog)

Final Ballad

© 2007 Franklin Perso

The one thing that I thought I had,

was raped!

Was taken!

But without intent to cause me pain!

Oblivious to the truth that my-

one grey talent does not belong to me!

Revealed to be what I knew it was all along:

Useless, shamefull, worthless scribblings.

Not worthy of a child!

Irony-

I am but a child.

Unable to grow, in the way I wish to.

To Grow to my ultimate enlitenment!

To Strive to what I want to achieve!

Pretencious-

Denying what they all can guess,

denying what I know.

That all has been a waste of time.

Where to now with me?…

When I see your face again,

I don’t know what Ill do!

Probably turn and run away…

something I always do!

Life’s sweetest emotion has been ripped away,

by the one who never intended so.

Life will show you a picture,

but the caption will be blurred.

Too advanced for a human eye,

to grasp the meaning of it all.

Life Lies!

Life Steals!

Life has kicked me a finishing blow!

“Why?”

“O! Why” I cry!

Must of all that you could take…

Why did it have to be my words?

I am now at a loss.

For my love.

my words.

my world.

It is now all just an inexplicable feeling within me.

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