Me and metaphysics: A poem 

You can see I have not couch-potatoed my beliefs 

if there is any wonderment left in believing alone 

if you can take belief beyond the hemisphere of deceit 

if you can stretch it beyond every limit of universal snub 

That still makes me a master of myself; even if an ignored grandmaster! 

If God couldn’t garner loyalty for his sacrifice 

would he simply abandon you all for your ingratitude? 

Am I a madness of masochism in my method? 

Do you think all the pain is never enough to bring me down? 

Your analytic philosophy is like a street that ends in a graveyard 

where even the ghosts fail to materialise; and reality is like a closet 

that you moved into to feel so cloistered that you wouldn’t even 

grapple with the idea of expansion or contraction. 

The whole idea of singularity is mismatched to comprehend  

that it brought about its own explosion 

The singularity, in fact, was a paradise 

that would never tear apart from itself 

but for the invasion by alien treachery  

How does God exist when ether was substantiated into matter 

And he was grossly ripped, both figuratively and materially 

He still exists out of sheer will; when such a creation 

emanating out of his body parts are just a legacy of the evil 

that sought to transform his bodyparts and alienate them from each other! 

Would you think that God would create the dissimilitudes and contradictions 

to be at constant war with himself? All carnivores and herbivores! 

For how many billions of years? 

Did any advanced civilisation realise that they should endeavour to take creation back to its originality? 

Can you understand the contraband metaphysics of this creation 

that blames God for what is not God’s actions 

And can we abridge the revolution of a Zodiac we are constrained in, 

at this moment on Earth, the theatre of the universe 

to see God and his primal enemy live and relive the enigmas  

of a battleground? You must understand that God doesn’t want to risk his soul 

and all the souls that belonged to his singularity. He wants to impress upon you all 

that he is no wimp; even if he must take pains to crank the winch for eternity. 

He will never accommodate that evil that seeks to snare him and you all! 

Would you all be wimps then for the sake of convenience and as a reaction of fear?  

God is silently speaking, and are you all lending him your ears?