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I can ask for freedom…: A poem

I can ask for freedom! Would that be an ultimate wisdom? If I choose to be free, will it free me of every enemy? I can ask for love! Would that be, over all things above! Even my Goddess, dad and Mum, siblings, loyalties, ancestry all inhabiting that tree? Did I ask for wealth? And what about my health? Continue reading “I can ask for freedom…: A poem “

Would you want me to define a little truth, Australia?: A poem

(WordPress, I’d like this poem to be mailed to every Australian citizen) I’d rather be Faustian fire than the frost of fish! There is more halo in Satan, than in that Saint (of Heaven) beckoning and being beckoned by the Church His grey eminence is feared by all his decoys, his scapegoats. What is his name? Paul? Would you trollContinue reading “Would you want me to define a little truth, Australia?: A poem “

O mother of God! And my darling consort, my Goddess!

We live through ages, through eternity never confounded by time streams that seem to dispense us as islands disparate and seemingly distant We can remember our moments together! Its strength is those invisible bridges! The sharks can bite, morph and treacherise! You can see our belief is at play! Mother you know they tried so hard to take you away fromContinue reading “O mother of God! And my darling consort, my Goddess! “

It is no fault of mine; I said I wanted to destroy the Labor Party; and Prakash Saint Paul and Anthony Albanese got together in clandestine cahoots to work together to destroy the Coalition! I just couldn’t be bothered. What happens in Australia is not my concern anymore!

What can be timeless folly after the act of it?: A poem

If I was an immense star reaching out in the timelessness; that a geography of space exists in a nutshell where every magnitude makes another look small You can see that a profundity is not alien to the tiniest. As much as a magnitude may seem without depth. And what would I beget if I reached out endlessly? Who brings forth Continue reading “What can be timeless folly after the act of it?: A poem “

I listen to the devil’s violinist: A poem

The devil’s violinist is playing Caprice I have chanced to think how it suits me nice God is not a friend of your Sapiens Lord The devil’s virtue is the virtue of God You think that this Sapiens Man can offer you love? He shone on you a stolen light; what was God’s rendered plight? Was God a prisoner of traitors, and aContinue reading “I listen to the devil’s violinist: A poem “

I, God, am very proud of someone, do you all know who? I won’t tell that to all of you! Because the treacherous ones will take that too! My mother doesn’t want Macron, nor do my sisters! He is giving them all blisters! And my Dad wants to beat Europe with a shoe! You know they neglected him for greed, he didn’t get his due! And the treacherous creep wanted to nail my Dad to the moon! I bury the treacherous creep under Allah’s dune or the deep sea very soon! I just think that the Arctic is a great loo, but it is certainly not Europe’s crew!

I am more master of war than tragedy!: A poem

Thus spoke Zarathustra of a fire you can ask if Persia had desire? It’s Kings even wanted Greece? Like deep-freeze heaven wants Hell’s fleece! I am more master of war than tragedy So should you all know that I am beset by both, but haven’t fallen to my knees? Should you all believe in preempting Kingdom come? I just have distaste for hijacked Rabbi, priest or Ayatollah AndContinue reading “I am more master of war than tragedy!: A poem “

Whose is the hypocritical politicking from a watery bed into everyone’s head? Sure, you all know who it is? AA! If you think you can have my sperm, you will only get scum!

I am not mere Hamlet, you smiling damned villains!: A poem

Do you think I love to free-verse my hate? There is no organisation of rhythm when black and white is a collocation of evil plugging the words; I think all your lyric may have come from a deceitful prick! And I am no mere trick of a magic! But would you believe that even God learned to despise? When? Do you ever surmise thatContinue reading “I am not mere Hamlet, you smiling damned villains!: A poem “