Author Archives: montecyril

I have kept my talents in the attic of existence  would their revival now, take them out of obscurity  I can see a little of them stranded on the window seat of a blogsite  Sometimes, a little wistful smile from seeing them in black and white  I know I can say I am a streetContinue reading “My street has no name, but cobblestones of fame: A poem “

You can’t blame me for being self-obsessed  as I have been compelled to live within myself  My window only opens inward  Even my universe-large love and loyalty  are only a little shrouded cocoon  never wanting to be exposed  never wanting to manifest in chrysalis  You can see, evil reads my mind  it wants the innards of my truth madeContinue reading “My cave’s walls have hand imprints: A poem “

If you have strength of belief,  faith always comes full circle  knowing that it never lost its way  And you are the three-legged triskelion  rotating the wheel of eternity  But this sprint of sustenance  makes the circumference, like the centre  non-dimensional, not three-dimensional  Even though, I am parted like an arena  facing myself as my own rivalContinue reading “Magic is sublimity, not victory: A poem “

I can tell you that there can be darkness  in a hallway with all the lights on  That you can feel ever so confident  of your step, and still be blind  That the universe of your aspirations  only displays your utter poverty  That you may have been a veteran thespian  but still never have actedContinue reading “What would you, please…?: A poem “

I asked myself   when I hurt my thumb  before I touched the rose:   Am I safer then?  Blood and sweat could be in vain  Is a figment of fantasy a sin?  Where does sin begin?  In the realisation that you are simplicity’s drought?  In the endeavour to take you out?  Is fiction, the key to progress, a crime?  Is this murder of reality far worseContinue reading “Was the illusory flower the deflowering of freedom?: A poem “

There is a heavy stone that I have borne,  an undeserved rapining curse on my throne  My sacrifice, I thought, was what had shone  But how helpless am I?! No vindication, all alone!  Does the first and oldest primordial star  only burn to be fated star-crossed by far?  Does evil have a legitimacy of indelibleContinue reading “I am just, right now, feeling too futile: A poem “

A river of words parted like hair,  parted by a Moses of impromptu  And a country of ideas, in the desert, is born  But could Adonai bless the Negev, enveloped by storm?!  Could the Dead Sea ever have more spring than salt  if the circle of the tormentor never came to a halt?  We could subsist on theContinue reading “Oblivion in paper and pen; and the self-exile: A poem “

I don’t want Centrelink payment!  It doesn’t fit my raiment  It is only Prakash Saint Paul’s garment  to treacherise me and torment!   I want to be nobody’s child  Because belonging can’t be my guild  Prakash Saint Paul’s thick and unseemly hide  swallows everything that I ride!   And I am replete with truth inside  It is Prakash Saint Paul who always lied  You all know itContinue reading “I don’t want Centrelink payment!: A poem “