Author Archives: montecyril

I was always your guardian spirit, O Israel!  Since the molten earth turned solid, I came  like Adam Kadmon, your soul, before you even manifest  long are the ages of God’s revelation, before it was actually revealed  of the promised people; but they were subject to much travail.  I had to hide my identity, much too often, Continue reading “I was always your guardian spirit, O Israel!: A poem “

O Aphrodite (Venus) you do not constitute my sexual desire  when you slipped into the treachery’s underworld,   I no longer held you dear! You thought I loved you just because   I spurned Artemis! No-go! The moon didn’t inspire my love!  But does that make you think I am your Valentine?  I just have to be a Casanova in spirit and feel dispassionate  even when I love; so, would IContinue reading “O Aphrodite, you do not constitute my sexual desire!: A poem “

I edict the Lunar New Year doesn’t have any horses!  The moon can croon, but it and its minions are not my bosses!   The moon is no mother, but like a vamp sticking out of Allah’s tongue  My real Mother is dignity; the moon gives me cramps!  The Lunar New Year, is no ignition for my lamps  Chinese astrology doesn’t make upContinue reading “Cancer has never been my home turf!: A poem “

I don’t believe I possess any sovereignty in the confines of Parliamentary democracy  The rabid shadow that Westministerial connivance deluged us with  Your choice is not an option for electoral consequence; that really needn’t prevail  It is a humongous conspiracy that expounds fish can swim even on land!  I just think that Machiavelli or Nietzsche were not as confoundingly evil as   those that propagandise their dignity and goodness in upholding the law Continue reading “There is no sovereignty in Parliamentary democracy: A poem “

(To the evil of Prakash Saint Paul, Anthony Albanese, the Left wing, and all their cohorts and options)  I did not ask for a collective will  because it would only be mutilated by treachery  But I have sensed the brittleness  of the perversities that treachery indulges in  Did I ask for demolition of the contraband? Continue reading “The brittleness of the perversities: A poem “

O Mother all those formative aeons of formation  meant to outlast the continuum of everlasting  I am just in the womb of wisdom; as much as I  am out of it; to forge a battle for truth. I can tell you  this presence in time has no substance, like an   ocean that is invalidated by its illusion,Continue reading “O Mother, there are a multitude of alphabets in my love for you!: A poem “

O Dad (and son) like an inter-planetary missive  like a voice from a jukebox, the obsolete telephone rings  as if to communicate a mute testimony in existence –  the epistolary contained in every digit of the universe!  Though religion had deigned to excommunicate us; or set us apart  We lived in our trials and tribulations like an eternityContinue reading “O Dad (and son), do we remember the oldness of our existence?: A poem “

You know a long time ago, Laban thought he could kill my will  by subjecting me to hard labour. I did not let love devolve;  Rachel, you know I could have destroyed him, every time  you slapped me in the face to prove your loyalty to Laban!  It was that undying love for you, that never seemed toContinue reading “They thought they killed me; but I always was the new kid in town!: A poem “