Author Archives: montecyril

I didn’t go through all this pain  for nothing. In my soul is ingrained  the beds of yearnings where I have lain  These ideals chose never to deign  My loyalty never dies, never flies  away in doubts of whats and whys  I lived in every night like a knight  never confounded by my plight   YouContinue reading “They came from Leo, again: A poem “

Anthony Albanese wanted to checkmate me Masonically. He was instructing my cleaner on how to checkmate me with the cleaning of my home. I caught him on a video call with my cleaner. I asked the agency to discontinue my cleaner and replace her with another cleaner. Anthony Albanese stopped them from sending a replacementContinue reading “I caught Albanese on a video call with my cleaner”

The fishy creep Albanese stopped my cleaners from visiting me. He cut $ 200 per fortnight from my pension. He wants to discontinue my pension altogether by badgering me about receiving pension from India when I don’t receive any pension from India and he got my landlord to raise my rent to $1738 per monthContinue reading “I curse the fishy creep Albanese to torture for eternity”

They circled the cerulean skies   From Antares they came like an encumbering tide  I only let my feelings hide  from the spaceship trekking the night  You can mistake my life’s toil  You can hijack my midnight oil  I have seen your waters roil  my untiring haloed soil  You can’t promise me the moon  I’dContinue reading “The homo wants to eat my Dad: A poem “

If I lack strength and vigour, I’ll resort to rigour  I’ll be a hardy stonemason and gravedigger  I’ll build the future from the past, celebrate the dead  And let integrity blue-chip the contours of my head  A tortoise, in a dogfight, depends on its shell  There can be no bullies in a school with retribution’sContinue reading “Diehards never cry: A poem “

Reflecting through the wrinkles and greying curls  and feeling the immense sadness of girls  who lost out on love. And remembering those dolls  like a remote to childhood joys; breaking an adult’s walls  Even as childhood died, and boyhood flied  there is a mind-screen that abandons life’s disguise  Digging up dressers for old clothes, toContinue reading “Ode to childhood for grown-ups: A poem “