Did I think of love even if it didn’t materialise in the sought-after Paradise after billions of years of sacrifice? How can I think of tenderness when my flesh is cut so deep that it cannot be refreshed by its own blood but only can be soothed by the wisdom of its pain? Can victims even dare to dream inContinue reading “Did I think of love?: A poem “
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Jashmina, do you think I am a faggot, just because I never had sex in my life? What do you think you and all the leaders in the world are, that you all comply with the evil Wishmaster, Prakash Saint Paul’s treachery and crimes against me. You think you can blindfold me and force me to compromise with his evil. If I am a faggot, you all are eunuchs spreading your legs to evil. Get fucked all of you! None of you are anywhere worth my salt!
Hey Tony Abbott, do you have your dick in your arse? Or to be more precise in your mouth? Albanese has no dick at all, Should I ask Greg Moriarty to confirm it? Sol Invictus, I don’t seem to like you anymore! Your new consorts are just not my type! Perhaps, you now like Prakash Saint Paul who abandoned you for riches! I am certain you didn’t prefer my sacrifice, rather all those freeloaders!
Really, Marcus Aurelius!: A poem
Quote the Roman Emperor Marcus Aurelius: “The happiness of your life depends on the quality of your thoughts” Of course, an Emperor knows the grace of his own wisdom And Marcus, you were the least of the tyrannical Emperors But would you say the gladiators were happy when they had to face-off with imminent death! And didContinue reading “Really, Marcus Aurelius!: A poem “
Thank you, Jashmina, for being partisan to the treachery against me! You really love to Delilahise my immense love for you, don’t you? What blessings are you looking for? The blessings of evil Albanese and Prakash Saint Paul, who are in clandestine cahoots with each other, but pretend to disown each other for each other’s benefit? Hahaha! Jashmina, I know how many righteous heads have rolled because of treachery! But what about your conscience? Hahahahah!
Talons can become fangs, at your convenience! Isn’t it Prakash Saint Paul? Poor Anthony Albanese! He can only bodygrab, he can’t vampiricise? Or can he? I laugh, in spite of all the treachery committed against me! Shame! Shame!
Pastures of hope?: A poem
Did the mountains bow down to you? Or the skies touch you, leaving on you a mark of impregnability such that you were eternally protected? The clouds over you were always photographic memories each time you died and reincarnated We are visions of ourselves through remembrances Love is a temple you keep within yourself, expressedContinue reading “Pastures of hope?: A poem “
Mother, what happened to integrity’s country for aeons?: A poem
Do you think I can cry over those mountains that seemed like shattered skeletons? Or the mother of a storm breaking over my complexion leaving behind lesions? No, they were not the acne of an innocent teen breaking into puberty. They were cancerous weeds taking over verdant fields. My pride dissolved in the suddenness of lightning of that rapine. I can thinkContinue reading “Mother, what happened to integrity’s country for aeons?: A poem “
