Desmond Blaine Poems
|2.||The Rusty Prophet||4/9/2011|
|3.||To the boy who didn't know||4/9/2011|
|5.||The Bacchus' Ode||4/9/2011|
|7.||the sirens are omnipresent now||4/10/2011|
|8.||behind eyelids closed||4/11/2011|
|9.||divine perception of a broken mind||4/12/2011|
There was a man, long time ago;
Obnoxious he was, yet not unloved.
Wherever he'd go, he would be laughed;
For what he'd do, or what he was like.
No soul alive, ho'ever hard it tried,
Could see through veil of deceptive lies
This spawn of taunt entwined around him;
For seduction was his closest friend.