Author Archives: montecyril

I can hear the song  the universe is playing  short and long. Square and oblong  The circumference goes beyond   the zodiac, like a light  that traverses in a moment  carrying a sound. Unlike lightning,  not one after the other  I can feel the motion, the vibration,  as if the atoms of air  keep darting acrossContinue reading “Onomatopia: A poem “

Do they think they can modify God?  Do they think they can hijack his ring and rod?  He made himself vulnerable to bear the roughshod  of the treachery of sapiens, who think they are Lord  You can see that bread and wine are no hallucination  At that table, the gavel had a failure of destination  Can the fish swallowContinue reading “He struggles to set you all free: A poem “

I can’t afford to give anybody my love  I can’t owe allegiance to the Supreme above  How I can’t even hope Mum and Dad be mine?!!  Is Job asking for anything at all, even the divine?  I can’t even count one, two and three!  Does my wanting to go from this world make me free?  I sometimes sadly think it will take eternity Continue reading “Treachery will see that I never have a nest: A poem “

Oh! How my armies are defeated and hurt!!  Because I curse them for being hijacked by evil dirt  You can see these flowers are not in my care  For evil Prakash Saint Paul masticates whatever I dare  I’d love to bless Aries, Taurus, Leo and Gemini  But please understand why Aquarius and Libra can’t be in my eye  I have done my duty even to those who don’t deserveContinue reading “I swear, my aspirations are numb: A poem “

O my sweet, little, I love you so much  That you graced my life was my fortunate luck  This pattern of memory, I’ll never chuck  A love persists; dearer than wads of bucks!  You were Gemini’s flower of early June  I know you were taken away all too soon  I can Trump that I can jump over theContinue reading “My beautiful, sweet Phoenix: A poem “

I am not voracious, but sometimes loquacious  Though my voice is always capitalised by the treacherous  I’d love to be straightforward, even though I am suspicious  that my word is hijacked making it poisonous and vicious  How is the valiant troubled pride in myself  end up saying: Nothing matters, what else?  I am convicted that love and loyalty is myContinue reading “I want to go from this world, but not through suicide: A poem “

You think only the insane have delusions?  Your hypocrisy is like, on God, treason  With treachery, I never shared a vision  And I know, too well, my every reason  I have no recourse to anything or anyone  You all took away my love from me, so I can’t have my dearest dad and son  I swear, by my darling Mother, I am notContinue reading “I have no recourse to anyone without checkmate, but I don’t fear: A poem “

(I have suffered too much for eternity to fear anybody’s treachery. Rather than compromise myself to your selfish options, I’d prefer to go from this world!)  Donald Trump wants a third term!  Who else wants this megalomania germ?  How do strange bedfellows ever sleep?  Does ruthless selfishness ever weep?  Paper Tarzans can, the world, keep  They can deign and they can reap! Continue reading “Which strange bedfellows want third terms and more at my cost?: A poem “