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I can speak, but my silence is louder: A poem

There can be much beauty in words But we know the bliss of silence as well The fortress of unspoken virtue that bears the burden of undeserved shame is not the fiefdom of your alleged Saints (Saint Paul?) And I know my crosses are no crucifixes That I have never damned hell because there isContinue reading “I can speak, but my silence is louder: A poem “

A legacy to posterity: A poem

I lived in the shadows of waiting like a romancing of patience There is no snapping of resilience despite evil being a beast that partakes of every feast that, then, I should avoid, to say the least Did I worry that there is no kind hand to take me through the pain even as it takesContinue reading “A legacy to posterity: A poem “

Through the rabbit hole of the womb: A poem

I can say that as I slipped through the womb I fell through the rabbit hole into a land of wonder Did the oracle star thunder of the miracle hours yonder? And I felt, at once, taller than Alice growing beyond the ceiling more game than the croquet queen, more maverick than the mad hatter Continue reading “Through the rabbit hole of the womb: A poem “

I asked Centrelink to stop my payments because I was disgusted with Prakash Saint Paul, Albanese, and the Labor Party’s treachery and tyranny. But their evil will always find ways to checkmate me. I am only going to say this, one final time, and it has to be my verdict for eternity: Prakash Saint Paul is a laborer from the Labor Party and the Left wing and a fish from the Piscean deep sea for eternity. I don’t want anything more to do with him!

Hey evil Prakash Saint Paul get fucked! I don’t need you to make bargains and deals for me! I just want to get rid of you! Get fucked to the Piscean deep sea where you belong!

I saw a striking light as a child…: A poem

I know that I feel akin to the idea of believing that the frontier meeting faith and conviction is an eternal win And I have felt God rising from under my skin as if He were only a reflection needing another look-in But I know it is a lasting communion between morning and evening Continue reading “I saw a striking light as a child…: A poem “

Hey evil treacherous fish Albanese, don’t try to make peace with me! I’ll kick you into the deep sea!

I know Prakash Saint Paul’s treachery too well! Somehow he will manipulate everyone and everything to benefit himself. I really want to get rid of him. Waiting for the day he will be compelled to resign himself to the fishy deep sea for eternity. I swear that if he tries to hijack No. 4 by hook (himself) or by crook (Sweden) or by making the US reader vulnerable to his designs, Prakash Saint Paul will have a paralytic stroke at this very moment!

The treacherous, devious creep Anthony Albanese got my maid to smuggle cockroaches into my house, and now they are all over my house, even on my bed! I kicked that bewitched maid out, because she was being instructed by Anthony Albanese on how to clean my house to suit his own purpose.

Hahaha! Back to your hijacking Prakash Saint Paul Ireland! No matter what treachery you use against me, you will never find a place in my Paradise or eternity. Hahaha, one, one, you are undone! You simply have to rot in the Piscean deep sea for eternity. No way out for you! Hahaha!