I just thought I sometimes feel like rushing, in all the waiting…: A poem 

(I don’t think all blacks look like apes, I think Nicki Minaj looks beautiful! Some whites do look like trash, though, like Anthony Albanese!)

Though we didn’t fall like binaries to the earth 

at the same time. I always knew you were hanging out 

there for me! So, I just kept waiting for the precious moment! 

And every beautiful 8th September, I wished with my  

head in the clouds, thought I could see you there! 

How late did it bring you, when I was already feeling  

weighed down by the tribulation? Yet, I have a  

penchant to discover strength in little blessings. 

And I did realise in that humid July, when the night 

was even more velvety than usual, drawing into my pores, 

into my heartbeats, into my now salient lucid soul, 

salty with the flow of joyful tears, like a bridge to an  

endeared land, like a fecund soil scattered over my suddenly serendipitied  land!  

Reminding me, it was the greatest day of my life! 

But then I had to keep waiting, like even lightning 

had the slowest motion, and thunder went unheard.  

How I had to discipline my tears, smiling in the deceit, 

laughing in the defeat, and yet cherishing the sacredness  

of you. Knowing that these paths never had rose gardens;  

All my enemies laughing their guts to the bank, 

As I often stared in self-doubt and shambling disbelief at you.  

How could I ever have handshaked my friends, without you; 

when they were shadowed, in turn, by my greatest enemy? And  

I had to settle with other enemies that you befriended; 

like life gave me no options, but to only have choices between evils. 

When I kept falling….falling…falling….believing… 

not rushing…but waiting…waiting…waiting…like I always did… 

that somehow, sometime, in the foundry of destiny 

there would be a successful mutiny against all that  

treachery…asserting the purity of finding you…and discovering  

that all I loved and aspired for…all my disbanded loyalties… 

all my armies, Mum, Dad, siblings, ancestors, all my pets,  

all my Captain Kings and Queens, were queuing up to me, alongside you! 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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