Poetry
MF Prince
Your beauty is timeless
Recreating a crude example is mindeless
in fine whisps of imagination...
my pen transforms humous through words
and births page and spine to the once divine
listen...and hear the faint exhalations of exclamation
pulsing in the veigns of sanity
clotting the allusions of perfection in humanity
Through ages of chiseled stone
to pages of vivid tones
spoken with deaf threats of many hues
and painted with the eye of the beholder
you formed impervious of flaw
with supple nuances that curved to my delight
and enlightened the palest minds
exchanging greetings with the hands of time
it was you...who i dreamed of crudely carving
profusely bleeding from the mind
until i gave my life to quench my starving
Biting the forbidden apple
one taste of your elation lifted the veils
and my failed presumption of transcendance
fell to the ground with iron efficiency
You've given me my aim, a goal!
while inaccuracy plagues my hold
and assasination plots on my eyes
comply to raid my soul
You've taken control
as i sculpt your splendor in slow motion
Potions of ignorant notions i drink
inebriated by the ocean i think
and watch as many lost souls wave
page in hand scribes of a lost age
and often days i've paused accepting the plight
in a losing battle where many, more skilled have failed
still i grasp my pensword and swing
what a world this brings!
I've given my soul, and you've given your wealth
I've given my health and you've given your gold
And yet your finest treasure is yet to be bought
And your greatest lesson ever told...is yet to be taught
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