My Karma is never wandering into the forgiveness of those criminals!: A poem 

Even my broken dreams, over the ages, 

turned from carboniferous coal, slowly, 

into priceless diamonds! Even my disillusions 

became breathing reflections in affirmation of the veracity of the  

Universe! Even my repeated deaths became livewire, 

energising the cosmic soul! I am here, there and everywhere! 

Much quicker than the light, that, itself, takes time to travel 

I am not daunted by the lightyears, you all try to alarm my senses with 

Your ignobility doesn’t distance me from the soul-feeling of my youthful love-aspiration! 

Even the love I created, and she seemed always taken away, 

yet, I contest the oceans between us, to make her part of my soul.  

Am I angry, as a solar flare! Not me! My mother lives in me – 

a paradox of virtue and strength to wager on. She gave me a  

humble wisdom and a sword! My love taught me restraint! 

But I, though, may have made myself subordinate; no stranger am I to my own fires! 

My laurels are as much in my defeat as I refuse the olive 

branches of the evil rapiners. I can be vehement, but being vindictive is the last thing in 

my repertorial onslaught! They can think I’m thingamajigging in 

my patience, but my prime motives have always been truth and 

justice, without it being encumbered by evil. Some people ought  

to realise that their peace can never come without them being caused 

to suffer for their eternal crimes! I am just not mortally timebound 

between life and death. The Phoenix is never beyond me! Thus, I have  

lasted for eternity. There is more than heart and soul constructs of  

honey and sugar that I was compelled to eschew. If you should know,  

that I have never staked claims, but I am enriched by their perennial flavour  

in my soul, just like salt is. And I have no rancour! You manipulative treachery(!), 

you everlasting connivance(!), you portentous ones(!), you and your entreaties between begging  

and intimidation, I leave them all stranded in your faggotty dilemmas and your pathetic dissensions  

with my daring. I swear by my inexorability! Infinite time could not bend my steel! 

Do you think you can endeavour to accomplish that? Just you wait and watch! 

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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