Shadow Of Flames
Franklin Rapheal
the riegn of flame
like a blossom
of its ugly beauty
made lame
its breasts are ringed
so shall vinegar be springed
yet beauty brings
death its honour
its realms are cared
to be the most the feared
the beads must suffer
the quill cannot run
it must burn
yet in its peaceful tame
nothing breaths
like the shadow of flames
Odd
Franklin Rapheal
day by day
i gazed upon this worthless world
wandering if i am ood
brown hay shades my eyes
i see it all
but, like they
iam not
seasons pass, seasons come
an ass,do they call
to shimmer the sceptre
and clean halls by the rod
i gazed upon this worthless lord
wandering if i am odd
the masses arose
running on thier toes
though many have tried
to fill thier holes
they have failed
lying in thier woes
cubby shoes, hold a risky find
if they only knew
what holds in my mind
i gazed upon this worthless world
and with a nodd
wandering if i am odd
now for nothing it hates
maybe i was late
so also maybe bait
what ever i seldom choose
maybe the truce
it has this devil loose
i gazed upon this worthless judge
wandering if he is my lord
like so odd i am with a nodd
to prove wrong
will end in lies
this dame of which
i have honoured
still she has roamed
never passeda thought
could treat me so cold
now i know the lot
of which i ought
to seek a fort
this world of which i hate
has never looked straight
to mend its frays
i stay this way
for i looked up
priceless world
which has no lord
with a nodd
i choose to be odd
In Life
Franklin Rapheal
the usefulness of age
decay of strength
the younging old
not a story told
a change bin every page
a need for a friend
a friend in need
like the pig's ring
adorned by a twisted tail
this is not a tale
must in life
gift of death
trys the rest
o'but in a smile
in everyday
is a life in everyway
what wonders reflect
the thrive in a dive
a sucess of a test
grin as the best
wind of light
mould of my might
be my guest
your life is my breath
