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I think, therefore, I am…: A poem

I think, therefore, I am… And with a mind reflecting conscience and soul, would anyone wish that it have absence of conversation with itself? Wise people listen, most, to themselves they are not convoluted by the jugglery of partisans and have no borrowed prejudices altering their state of mind One must never be infiltrated by vested interests And one mustn’t sacrifice convictionsContinue reading “I think, therefore, I am…: A poem “

Mark Carney, the devil wouldn’t wear Canada; and Ouranos wouldn’t wear it too!: A poem

God came down as James the Just, but He didn’t seem to like James Justin Trudeau too much! Ask why? Canada doesn’t feel like Ouranos’ shadow The devil may wear Prada (not Prakash gaddar), but he wouldn’t want to wear Canada! And God should ask you, Mark Carney what is carnal mockery? If you belong to a treachery that deceives too many? Does Europe seem like the weaker, the poorer? And do you think their historicContinue reading “Mark Carney, the devil wouldn’t wear Canada; and Ouranos wouldn’t wear it too!: A poem “

I just couldn’t be bothered with any unholy compromise!: A poem

Would I want the sun floating in through the ventilators of my home? There are warmth and heat; like a street with two-pedestrian walks Sometimes the choice is left to conjecture and a little courage. I can say, I am a God with many reflections, but I don’t have a forked tongue You must know that the faces of another’s deception Continue reading “I just couldn’t be bothered with any unholy compromise!: A poem “

I can ask for freedom…: A poem

I can ask for freedom! Would that be an ultimate wisdom? If I choose to be free, will it free me of every enemy? I can ask for love! Would that be, over all things above! Even my Goddess, dad and Mum, siblings, loyalties, ancestry all inhabiting that tree? Did I ask for wealth? And what about my health? Continue reading “I can ask for freedom…: A poem “

Would you want me to define a little truth, Australia?: A poem

(WordPress, I’d like this poem to be mailed to every Australian citizen) I’d rather be Faustian fire than the frost of fish! There is more halo in Satan, than in that Saint (of Heaven) beckoning and being beckoned by the Church His grey eminence is feared by all his decoys, his scapegoats. What is his name? Paul? Would you trollContinue reading “Would you want me to define a little truth, Australia?: A poem “

O mother of God! And my darling consort, my Goddess!

We live through ages, through eternity never confounded by time streams that seem to dispense us as islands disparate and seemingly distant We can remember our moments together! Its strength is those invisible bridges! The sharks can bite, morph and treacherise! You can see our belief is at play! Mother you know they tried so hard to take you away fromContinue reading “O mother of God! And my darling consort, my Goddess! “

It is no fault of mine; I said I wanted to destroy the Labor Party; and Prakash Saint Paul and Anthony Albanese got together in clandestine cahoots to work together to destroy the Coalition! I just couldn’t be bothered. What happens in Australia is not my concern anymore!

What can be timeless folly after the act of it?: A poem

If I was an immense star reaching out in the timelessness; that a geography of space exists in a nutshell where every magnitude makes another look small You can see that a profundity is not alien to the tiniest. As much as a magnitude may seem without depth. And what would I beget if I reached out endlessly? Who brings forth Continue reading “What can be timeless folly after the act of it?: A poem “

I listen to the devil’s violinist: A poem

The devil’s violinist is playing Caprice I have chanced to think how it suits me nice God is not a friend of your Sapiens Lord The devil’s virtue is the virtue of God You think that this Sapiens Man can offer you love? He shone on you a stolen light; what was God’s rendered plight? Was God a prisoner of traitors, and aContinue reading “I listen to the devil’s violinist: A poem “

I, God, am very proud of someone, do you all know who? I won’t tell that to all of you! Because the treacherous ones will take that too! My mother doesn’t want Macron, nor do my sisters! He is giving them all blisters! And my Dad wants to beat Europe with a shoe! You know they neglected him for greed, he didn’t get his due! And the treacherous creep wanted to nail my Dad to the moon! I bury the treacherous creep under Allah’s dune or the deep sea very soon! I just think that the Arctic is a great loo, but it is certainly not Europe’s crew!