Author Archives: montecyril

I can swear  there can be no poison or venom  in the wisdom  that such love is beyond compare  It is godly, like air  lighter than a strand of hair  but has all the colours the universe wears  This is not just being loved  but a precious treasure that is troved  And you can imagine  they dig in Continue reading “Those pets are eternity’s bets: A poem “

The genius of love   dissipates the ingenuity of the crafty  God has many faces  that survive all the disgraces  You could turn away from Him  disappoint Him with your sin  But He is rock and roll of soul; universal sound  He can never come aground!  Did they think His eternal sacrifice  was His vulnerability, not His device  MenContinue reading “The genius of God’s love: A poem “

Did you not belong  to the universal song?  Like all the flames it sires  belong to the fires of its desires  Were you not the hand  behind the Promised Land?  God, at times, may feel like an island  But He reminds Himself that you are the juices in his glands  God insistently chose  you, whenContinue reading “An odeful lyric to Mum and Dad: A poem “

You gave me breath  the vapour of sustenance  I created you  and you created me  We were within  and without  Likewise  what arrives and does arise  The God particle  and the Goddess  Father and Mother  incomparable, peerless, like no other   The universe knows  what we show  that it is only all rock  without our primordial stock  EvenContinue reading “You gave me breath: A poem “

I am at peace with myself,  not in pieces due to the hobgoblins  Sanity is a matter of self-preservation  I am not frustrated by the denial  for, I have forsaken all expectation  Wisdom in such defeat is closure  I am sure that I can’t be heckled,  nor ruffled, nor rustled, nor hassled  nor feel whistled at, norContinue reading “Let the conspirators feel confident: A poem “

Do you think you can blame,  the bird that you made lame?  So, that you do not feel shame?  I may not have the wings of angels  to flee from selfish greedy predators  But compelled to be an unwilling gladiator  treacherised and tortured by a traitor  I can only think that, later  in time, the unjustContinue reading “Who do you think you can blame?: A poem “

There is a golden orb in a furnace  that is too hot to touch, but the eye can see  as if an illumination can nourish  much, much more than the bread baking in the oven  And I have asked nothing from destiny  but bore evil’s treacherous manifestation only to say  That despite the light hijacked from myContinue reading “I am my own God; I don’t need your reward!: A poem “