Author Archives: montecyril

Was it communion or consumption, when John the Baptist  so resolutely baptised everyone in the waters of Galilee.  And did John the Baptist cynically ask Jesus the question:  Are you the one that you say you are? Even prophecy can be   adulterated at the hands of knowledge. Was it a symbiotic necessity  between ages? Not actually an epiphany! I should say, the starContinue reading “Was the consummation between Jesus and Lazarus a sacred mystery?: A poem “

Could I have been a mere piece of rock  floating among an unseemly wall of rocks  between Mars and Jupiter? How something   was blown apart to form a wall?! A wall that   was meant not to mitigate conflict, but form a   divisive boundary between claimed and retained.   We lived like this, to survive the cruelty of a distant   ruthless heaven and challenge its evil from breaking   us metaphorically and literally apart!  How theContinue reading “Sometimes, with all my allegiances; I still feel I want to be nobody’s child!: A poem “

I write on a piece of paper, then,  I scratch out what I’ve written  and crush the piece of paper   between fierce fingers! Could action  be as vehement as thought? I only feel  my libido in my mind, there is no real  sex with anyone! And I am no narcissist  to want to tactilely love myself. When did  IContinue reading “How I feel this annihilative exile!!: A poem “

I just feel a dawn breaking over the night sky  so suddenly, that I forgot it was ever night!  Like imagining the afterthought of a nightmare  or a safer pitfall of falling into a new illusory dream!  Sometimes escapism is more legitimate than it seems!  Would I suggest that I have cut off some patterns  or all, like discovering myContinue reading “Would it be that I abandon you all?: A poem “

(Could I call no moon day, and quieten the seas?)  Would I be a transmigrating hobo  riding a streetcar named desire  without any blazing fire  thrusting the atoms of my anatomy  into a dust of noise, for the boys  of destiny who lust for flaccid thighs!  I thought I saw redemption in my true love’s eyes  Would I believe inContinue reading “I don’t think James the Just (Or Ouranos) was a Canadian Muslim or a Muslim at all, would it be apt to mention?: A poem “

Jashmina, I heard you in the contemplative air of the night  as I felt the windswept dead leaf, rustling  to my ear, waking itself up and me, so I feel  a resurrection! But who is being resurrected?  Lazarus, was dead three days, Mary of Bethany implored  of Jesus! And Jesus then, spent a whole night  alone with Lazarus? What transpired between them?  Jashmina, youContinue reading “Jashmina, I heard you in the wind of the night…!: A poem “