Jashmina, this is my telegraphic wire to you, like it or not!: A poem 

You know Jashmina, I have a sheer understanding 

of my beauty…It is profound. It is peerless. It is  

magnanimous. And yet, it is tragic! Can you see the  

brutality and treachery it has copped, all for free?! 

My beauty is so perennial and everlasting that it is 

either murdered, or is compelled to commit suicide 

to retain the sanctity of all existence. And then I am 

a Phoenix; so silently overcoming of the perpetual villainy 

committed against it, so seemingly selfless to become material ,  

a substantiation once again, to carry on its duty…its mission, 

as if in its inability to reinstate truth and justice, due 

to the humongous handicaps apportioned by evil treachery, 

it still perseveres to maintain, a seemingly ludicrous, 

defiance. No one loves my beauty. No one thinks its  

worthy of gratitude, acknowledgement, or recognition. 

As if I am not aware that any recognition I ever get is  

out of a clandestine motive of connivance. Do I not know 

I even sleep to be compromised? Do I not know that when 

I love you or you flatter me…it is followed by a mighty traitrous deception? 

Do I not know that every thought, word or deed I undertake is 

coloured with chicanery by opportunistic cheats! Do you know  

about the convolutious manipulation of the Zodiac making me a Princely Pauper! 

They were all so hasty to cast me into the Piscean heaven! Would 

you think I like to be an earthen island of Virgo in the Deep with the booting of Pluto! 

How hasty they were to come with Deep Seek, thinking that  

Albanese was the ultimate victory with his sleight of fin! 

And that capricious fish (that he is) would wander with his undeserved 

privileges and advantages in utter chaotic connivance against me, 

even bodygrab everything that seemed remotely aspirational to me! 

Do you think he (Albanese) looks like a dilettante Prime Minister after all this!  

And should I presume that he is now hiding desperately, not because he has any shame,  

guilt or conscience or remorse; but simply because he wants to 

preserve his own evil from deserved retribution! You can see he had no qualms  

in colluding with that ultimation of evil, Prakash Saint Paul! He never 

wondered one bit how much suffering all his treachery caused me! I can say  

Albanese’s colours are equal shame to the entire Labor Party, who  

basked in their manipulated ascendancy because of the devious machinations of  

Prakash Saint Paul, and thus, they confuted every principle of honesty to garner their  

undeserved illegitimate victories! And should I stop myself from shaming them all, just  

because it gives Prakash Saint Paul the privilege and unfair opportunity to disown his evil colluders and cohorts 

and confound, devour or bodygrab everything that is mine!  

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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