Author Archives: montecyril

Death row of the good  is in their wine and in their food  That their only and withheld truth  is they got away with the loot  And on their forks and spoons  are mangled suns and distorted moons  Masticate on flesh and blood  Give the devil each one-third  They had a party for millennia  AndContinue reading “The party of the sinners: A poem “

I wrestle with an eddy of words  They salt my cheeks with ungainly tears  They are downcast like flightless birds  Knotted by the gravity of all these years  The wind is rough and wild on my sails  My cotton cannot be counted in bales  To the lead of inertia, I am wed  Ideas come agroundContinue reading “Never give up the fight: A poem “

Infatuation was never a fantasy for the duty-betrothed  With the handicraft and the artwork, arms always loaded  Walking with a blue heart where the market of souls  get purchased for little dreams to connivance’s goals  Life is a bridge with stores of myopia and cataract vision  The adage of spirit crosses it with the marchContinue reading “Ashtray king: A poem “

The story of the stars  is like freshly painted flashing cars  All the opaqueness of the dark  only brightens their crystalline spark  The story of the sun  is a thriller film when night is done  This livewire torch on earth’s face  is life’s timeless saving grace  The story of the moon  is in its spritely glidingContinue reading “My tale: A poem “

How the season of spring loses its charm  when peace’s child has a broken arm  The fire of war the skies and fields comb  in bloody violence and broken bones  The alarms on the television streak the heart  Chilling is the vision of cities torn apart  O hear, when the despairing night comes  on theContinue reading “Forgetting the ongoing war: A poem “

The stock house of beauty has many feet clamouring  Youth is bewitched by a carnal wandering  Who cares about the sacred? We live with the profane  This valediction to morality happens time and again  The cindering of catechism to the rose of a ruse  Character’s fission is only every day’s news  Sludgy minds sleep inContinue reading “Lust: A poem “

The broken bird has lost a wing  to the heartless fierce wind  A last whimper from its heart  Drops dead to the wintry earth  Leaves fall in the season’s wake  Their lifeless bodies in the rustle shake  The dark of death gets what it takes  And hopes are but futile flakes  How can one makeContinue reading “Perceiving death, alone: A poem “

I feel the mirror of the heavens on your arm  And the trough of my soul is undisturbed and calm  It was difficult as you slipped out of the womb  A cherub’s lamplight brightening up the room  The star stole my heart in the night sky warm  A ballad was playing for the impending storm Continue reading “O child, my gift: A poem “