Author Archives: montecyril

I can see the wind blow against the fire of the sun; and I am suddenly feeling old, feeling cold, like the stars fell through their own forests and went out of sight…Was believing only a lantern in the dark; just a mere spark! I thought I could kick a lying pretentious godman in theContinue reading “My moratorium on duty, if you do not all mors my many sacrificial deaths, and what next…?!: A poem”

What is the pits – Pakistan, Iran and Turkey?! Look how they, the world, slowly furkey! How come all the sympathy goes for Palestine? Quirky? Because the evil (PSP and ANA) would rather hijack Israel for my preferences; aren’t they murky? Where are your warts, on whose skin stucky? Everyone fears Saint Paul; and fearContinue reading “A little timely satire down the wire!: A poem”

(Just a whisper to the song Gold Mercedes by Dovydas) I hear they’re arming the skies; who are gonna dies? They are coming up with UFO files, is it meant for space flies? I wouldn’t know a word, if they wrote in Chinese across the skies? Are we telling the AIs there are donkeys onContinue reading “Who is the protagonist of peace, if you please?: A poem”

I feel the sinkholes around me, pledging they can take me down. I always thought I would hear the bees parading among the flowers, when I’d die; and little fledglings jumping out of their nests when I felt my spirit arise, like a vapour from an exhumation, affirming that all is not lost. If you’dContinue reading “Call it a day! Do you think I may?: A poem”

I take a cursory look at the time, the moment I awake, because sleeping and awakening no longer are a diurnal ritual, but a condominium of subsistence. Am I still livid, or is the throbbing in  my soul only from physical pain? Am I not fancying visiting my keyboard because of my aversion to exhibitContinue reading “Yes, wildflowers die; should they be afraid of death?: A poem”

What would you say, if I told you that the horses of my aspirations come trundling down at me, where I am in an action to decorticate before they hold me liable for their denial? I am tempted to believe in Unicorns, even if I am tethered in the sobriety of sensitive dispassion. Was IContinue reading “I take a good look at my aching legs; and what about my angry soul?: A Poem”

Did I feel my knees hurt in a kind of abandonment? Masada crying in its decrepitude, and I can hear it in my soul. Had they accused me with too much damage from the distance? If they only knew how much they scourged me in my walk for eternity? And I didn’t even measure thoseContinue reading “The harpsichords of my Masada silently weep…!: A poem”