Remember, all those times you died for centuries when your trees were broken spindles, bare of leaves when your shoulders were gnawed like excavated mountains when your veins were poisoned fountains Remember the times of the hangman’s noose when grief and despair were let loose A sword is never blunt to a fallen victim Is thereContinue reading “Salutations to the suffering Motherland: A poem “
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I call on Atlas to strike the Earth!: A poem
I am being blindfolded and backstabbed Everybody I go to is being bodygrabbed Jashmina, do you want to return my eternal sacrifice with your deceit and pack of lies?! Albanese, you really think I’ll go dizzy with your never-ending treachery! You have a bedfellow in Prakash Saint Paul And the two of you are at each other’s beck and call! Continue reading “I call on Atlas to strike the Earth!: A poem “
I am God; they want to blindfold me: A poem
I am God; they want to blindfold me and trick me They want me to use my sword against my own armies I rejected everything to live a lifetime in poverty Because the deep sea and devil are full of treachery How am I to be in vain; like I must resist going insane But in pain, I laugh;Continue reading “I am God; they want to blindfold me: A poem “
Can God ever possess his soulmate?: A poem
Can God ever possess his soulmate when, all the time, he has to adjudicate? It seems like eternity, at any rate Can anyone put, on it, a date? You think me and my dad and son are lost between cloak and gun Dad, can I believe there are two cats? And did my darling pet dogs, get right, the stats? YouContinue reading “Can God ever possess his soulmate?: A poem “
My Maria, my Aria: A poem
I know that my Maria is my most cherished Aria She has an everlasting career as Mother of God, so dear You may never reckon that her lowly son is an omnipotent many billion from whence creation begun And she is all creation’s womb Her son is always in another room! Jack comes early, but not tooContinue reading “My Maria, my Aria: A poem “
I am God, who rearose: A poem
I did dispose; and I chose I am God, who rearose! There is evil, so be bellicose! The sun never sleeps, not even doze! You can count on God to save souls Know that destiny is beyond blackholes A light was stolen; my inadvertent goals The saviour knows his many roles! You think that inflicted pain canContinue reading “I am God, who rearose: A poem “
How did we free the sun!: A poem
How did we free the sun! How we sacrificed and won! God is no longer at their mercy! Jupiter is free of the deep sea! Let the walls between Dad, Mum and Me collapse finally for all to see! God and Son of God mine and thine like the strands of eternity can entwine The evil of menContinue reading “How did we free the sun!: A poem “
Jacques du Molay: A poem
James the Just visited the Temple again as the reincarnated Jacques du Molay The secrets, though regained, were in vain lost for another day The Temple, by the Muslims, was taken and Jerusalem forsaken Masonry made the Knights rich But envy of others was the ditch Yet, the Knights learnt the sum of who was actually the chosen one ButContinue reading “Jacques du Molay: A poem “
I have nothing to do with UnPrakash Saint Paul any more. Please don’t anyone commit treachery against me to make me fall into his trap. And don’t torture me for his crimes. If you all don’t have the guts to kick him out, suffer him! It’s not my problem. I’ve done more than my duty. I sacrificed much too much. I didn’t ask for anything in return. I simply don’t want. Don’t think I am going to keep putting up with UnPrakash Saint Paul’s treachery for your peanuts and crumbs. I don’t care if I am homeless. I have kicked UnPrakash Saint Paul out of my life once and for all!
It’s time to say: Don’t worry Job!: A poem
I know I just can’t have anything But I can tell you: I don’t miss a thing! I’m not frustrated; don’t listen to me sing I’m not crying that I am a bird without wings I was never wrong in my life, all along I simply care not if I don’t belong I didn’t go to God; you may think it’s odd I want no reward; I am poor,Continue reading “It’s time to say: Don’t worry Job!: A poem “