Appetite for Destruction

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a traveller in search of his destination, a maverick who hasn't heard of the word impossible,a dreamer to the core, an atheist,ocassionaly paranoid, disgruntled music fanatic,a philanthropist,a friend,a believer,a rascal of st.josephs,a phoenix which will one day rise from its ashes.

Monday, August 29, 2016

Eleven

Eleven o clock on a day the eleven
enthralling noon , a projector heaven
a nascent ingress , he gifted eleven
but the unfolding dusk , painted it raven

The paradox stood ,a tall disguise
profess thy pain , refrained thy pride
it split aside , torment apart
qualm o ' infamy , ne'er let him recite

a rapid thrive , fever of its kind
encumbered soul , he lost his mind
the hand he held ,a time the youth
was of a son who got the shook .

stayed he alive , remorsed he a while
plans of the son , hath sealed so quiet
it played aloud , cried a time
but ne'er did he know , he was his life

one holy time , one dance of life
the wrap so green , the grace o' peach
embrace o 'change the nightingale
fade to black , betrayal kiss

meanwhile a kitten , sneaked so calm
tickled and mewed but caused no harm
the baby there used the father's guise
but the father here couldn't descry

beningn as love or candy revenge
his soul hath proved underwent a change
farewell he bid , the sobbing kitten
counted his months , exactly eleven.