Let me have my say, even if that overwhelming evil should undermine me!: A poem 

I feel canine but not sharkey! 

In the vitric vison of my mind, 

I know the juxtapositions of uranometry 

The sky has a fragrance that is beyond comprehensions 

For, no one has a nose for truths! 

I am just finding my candour’s loquaciousness 

And I don’t care if it is honesty or dishonesty, to you all! 

I just know you are all plainly berserk from not knowing my actual foot size 

The truth was booted out a long time ago, so should I seize the task 

of replenishing your cup-fulls, while you were all inebriated by the lies?  

God is confident of his truth, even if you were fed with all that deceit! 

And he wouldn’t think it callous to foster new lies to fob all your foul-mouthed liars (with their untruths) 

I just resent all that caterwauling from desperate entities, stating  

that God is not good enough! God utterly doesn’t care for your good-do-bees! 

He actually cares for those infamous, who are righteous, but don’t pledge it to all your wayward common sense! 

I just came across something that shouted: That celebrities don’t believe in God! 

You can take the Supernatural Allah of Greenish Communism from Hollywood! 

And stuff it in the sinful gory boulevards of LA. There may be many cinematic directors there, 

but how many of them actually direct truth rather than fallacy?! 

No, even New York’s Bohemian Broadway does not possess my legacy! 

And what about all those hippies that started out with their murky prayers for Aquarius? 

I just prefer no akinness between Aquarius and Cancer; Should I replicate that as Cancer with Sagittarius; and Aquarius with Virgo 

That is my gauntlet flung at all those who think they are anticipating the Allahic Moon! 

How far is the public of the United States of America from my chosen ones? 

Did I not ask the more powerful Freemasons to depart (to there) from Europe! 

And they in turn did me no favours by happily gun-blasting out the Ameri-Indians! 

I just don’t feel certain that there is any empathy for me in NASA or the powerful Pentagon! 

I knew Bill Clinton wanted to woo me, so, did Obama! But frankly, I just didn’t subscribe! 

Now, with Trump, I am warm-hearted, but very helpless; so how am I to bother?! 

You see every stone that I unturn is to be relinquished to an incorrigible treachery!  

Leave it be! I can be as wanton as the most wanton Men who never admitted their disgracefulness! 

Since you all were culpable for taking my immense kindness for granted, and not returning it with the weeest bit of acknowledgement, forget gratitude! 

I am not the type of person to feel disillusioned, frustrated or deprived due to the meanness or selfishness of others! 

I can be resolute in a silent language of tricks that also serves to de-purpose the flagrant treachery against me! 

I am chaste, even when I am chastised; and truthful even in my dishonesty! 

Has anyone wondered that they have not seen comeuppance for their crimes; and just want to get away with their murders?! 

Like as if, it was only Hitler who was the worst person in history?! 

Yet, it was not the Jews who deserved Auschwitz! 

As for me, I didn’t even commute to you all the most heinous injustices I copped for all eternity! 

And do you all think you can do me more injustice for all my patient restraint?! 

I can see Christian and Muslim hordes contesting their rights to the planet. 

And would I decry both! And their subsequent postures all over the streets of civilisation to manipulate me to their advantage! 

I wouldn’t decide any affirmation with that fucking Archangel Gabriel, the lusty lump of loutishness who persists in every age to stonewall me! 

I just think Saint Paul is the treason against my footsteps, so let him have his foot in his mouth from my being fobbingly footloose! 

And I certainly don’t want to footprint evil for posterity! Not that your footfalls matter to me! 

I can be fraudulent with the forgers, who took everything of mine away from me! 

And should they come to beseech me, I will belligerently break their presumptions with a  

confounding abrogation, towards an incompleteness with the repleteness of my resolute discordant obduracy! 

Even contemptible War is better than the tragic Peace that unfolds the vile hypocrisy and pre-empts Kingdom Come!!! 

Ask Saint Paul if he relishes war, when he hijacks even that to checkmate me?!

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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