Jashmina, does my feather fly in the weather of incessant treachery against me? Do I always have to feed my enemies with the bounty of my generosity? You can imagine the helplessness of my loyalty (to you) when it always seems to work against me At how many battlefronts must I lose my armies? AndContinue reading “A letter of helplessness to my Jashmina: A poem “
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Hahaha Ireland Prakash Saint Paul, the more treacherous your bodygrabbing and hijacking gets.. the more you will be destined for the bodygrabbing fishy deep sea. Hahaha. Keep at it! I will never forgive you anyway!
Hahaha Sweden, I have cast half of you in the deep sea and half of you on the moon! So much for your complicity in Ireland-Prakash Saint Paul’s treachery against me. He thinks he will get the better of me. I am confident that he will only end up in the deep sea with Albanese! HAhaha!
Donald Trump, I give you full permission to rape and destroy Prakash Saint Paul’s family in the US, if he hijacks you.
The Labor Party is a disgrace to Australia. I command Leo-Capricorn to destroy the entire Labor Party and Left wing in Australia. The dishonest, cheating Labor Party. Taking advantage and capitalising on my weaknesses and using that treacherous Prakash Saint Paul to checkmate and defeat me
My beautiful pets; and the Gemini of my love: Two poems in one
These little flowers that pop in from the backyard of the universe are the souls of soils made from the light of a Sun that is speechless of a love expressed silently through the orbits of its cherished satellites And they have a melody that resonates beyond their years like hourglasses that areContinue reading “My beautiful pets; and the Gemini of my love: Two poems in one “
Fuck off! You Hamas Albanese and Prakash GoPaulestine to the deep sea where you belong! And don’t try to bodygrab anything else. I’ll fuck you both to the fishy deep sea for eternity! Destroy Fish Albanese, the Labor Party, the Moon and deep sea Prakash Saint Paul
Will truth get its justice?: A poem
If hell is bad and deep sea is good, I’d really want to be no fodder for this alleged food I am a fire that needs no wood I don’t want a deep-sea law that is hollow and crude Paradise was hijacked by the sapiens men You’d think I want to be a forever serverContinue reading “Will truth get its justice?: A poem “