Author Archives: montecyril

Smiling damned villain Anthony Albanese plugged the whole Australian Award of the Year winners. Of course, trust Anthony Albanese to work for his own selfish interests. Who gave Anthony Albanese the right to bodygrab? PSP and Anthony Albanese are great working with one another clandestinely. Yes, I know one evil devolves into another. And PSP and Anthony Albanese have an excellent opportunity to fishily swim from Sun all the way to Pluto and bodygrab and feed on the poor victims who are at their mercy. Let me tell you two evils PSP and Anthony Albanese, you are both God-forsaken! And just watch how I make you despair for eternity for all the treachery committed against me. I love to see you two keep morphing and eating! It is only a tragedy for your souls. Hahahahaha! You two seem to be fishing in the wrong pool all the time! Hahahaha!

Fuck off you fucking creeps WordPress! Do you think I only got three likes for my last poem. And never got any likes for anything I published before? over 1,000 blogs. Fuck off you hypocrites! Don’t try to impose your will on me! And don’t try to appease the treachery against me! I will always stick by my guns! You can fuck off with the villainy against me? I have been frustrated by all you spineless hypocrites and never got frustrated! Shame! Shame! I know I can never fulfill any of my aspirations. I care a fuck! The dignity of God is in his sacrifice and selflessness. I didn’t bother to protect my own arse at any time. Speak for yourselves, you ingrates!

Thank you, Oscar Wilde; if its either opportunity or circumstance!: A poem 

Quote Oscar Wilde “To live is the rarest  thing in the world. Most people exist, that’s all”  I can think of existence as a magnified wheel  in a nutshell. We have not the idea of   the bigger picture and we magnify the small.  You can say your poetry was living and expressive!   And I can say mine isContinue reading “Thank you, Oscar Wilde; if its either opportunity or circumstance!: A poem “

Me and metaphysics: A poem 

You can see I have not couch-potatoed my beliefs  if there is any wonderment left in believing alone  if you can take belief beyond the hemisphere of deceit  if you can stretch it beyond every limit of universal snub  That still makes me a master of myself; even if an ignored grandmaster!  If God couldn’t garner loyalty for his sacrifice  would he simply abandon you allContinue reading “Me and metaphysics: A poem “

I must have the resilience to cop all the shit that you all give me; because you fear the ones who commit treachery against me and you all wish to appease them! And you all must shamefully not have the courage to stand up for truth and justice! Thank you, you ingrates! Fuck you all! Fuck you Mark Zuckerberg, you seem to me like a fearful rat, living on treacherous stealing rather than being a bull of courage! FUCK OFF! I don’t need you all latent creeps wallowing in the misery of treachery. Fuck you all for conniving with treachery. I stand alone and I am not afraid. Don’t dare you all think you can mute my voice of truth!

The Fish wants to have sex with the Sun! Hahahaha!: A poem 

(Albanese, instead, I’ll get you gangraped for eternity; how does your love for Saint Paul suit your downfall! And Tony Abbot looks like a malfunctioning robot)  Oh, what a shameless, shameful bout of fun!  The fish is contrapting to have sex with the Sun!  And do you think everyone is game?  I just think I’m going to make you faggots lame!  I think I’m going to haveContinue reading “The Fish wants to have sex with the Sun! Hahahaha!: A poem “

So much musing, in a nutshell!: A poem 

There came a time in my life  when I had to mother my own mother  If you think destiny finds it suitable   to reverse roles. I have known too many  secrets to feel confused by such accidents  And relationships are no accidents of one lifetime!  Like suddenly, to discover that the infant in your arms  is your eternal love! You can see, there is  moreContinue reading “So much musing, in a nutshell!: A poem “

How can anything be divine?!: A poem 

I have the sky in my mezzanine  Because I have an inclination  to take the top and bottom out of everything  It happens to address the controversy of evil  breathing at my neck, tailing my step  The artificial flora and fauna these conspirators create  are not native to my jungle book. And if this persists  like a machination of weather-gods, IContinue reading “How can anything be divine?!: A poem “