When I asked him how old was he
Giving a mischievous wink
Said won’t tell you straightly
But in a riddle to think!

If you add up the digits of that year
Multiply it by three
You would be almost there
But not there exactly!

Three more to it you’ve to add
And that’s my age no doubt
You would make me really glad
If can figure that out!

The two digits that make my age
Have a difference of one
You’ve enough clues to the maze
To work out my age with fun!

The digits added is short of ten
But from one too far
Would you now take the pain
To make my age clear?

Give me all:
Your hate
Your jealousy
Your lies
And all your deceit

I'll put it in a box
Wrap a yellow bow around it
And strap it to my back

Tomorrow, said the crying kid,
I'll ride this here red rocket
I'll fire it at the scorching sun!

I will not miss
I am true of purpose
I am pure of heart

And when I reach my target,
Burn my payload to ashes
Your kid of age five and three quarters
Will utter these final words:

Mom, dad, see.
I've set your dying love free!

measured in
correlations
as four
cubits makes him
to me is equated with
the length of outspread arms
of a woman awaiting
him.

She walks down the hallway with her dress flowing
Her smile as sweet as candy, poison
dripping
The smell of love, *** and joy- lingering
But behind her smile is a ghost
And in her is a demon
A fallen angel in disguise
A human.

I am the passion in your heart
The hot white anger you've felt
I am a force of destruction
With my power, I make the ice melt
Commonly associated with the Devil
Something cruel, something wicked
I am hell, I am the inferno
Yet I purify sinners and cleanse the sickened
Fear me, use me, love me
I am fire.
I am nature's fury