Author Archives: montecyril

Through the rabbit hole of the womb: A poem 

I can say that as I slipped through the womb  I fell through the rabbit hole  into a land of wonder  Did the oracle star thunder  of the miracle hours yonder?  And I felt, at once, taller than Alice  growing beyond the ceiling  more game than the croquet queen,  more maverick than the mad hatter Continue reading “Through the rabbit hole of the womb: A poem “

I asked Centrelink to stop my payments because I was disgusted with Prakash Saint Paul, Albanese, and the Labor Party’s treachery and tyranny. But their evil will always find ways to checkmate me. I am only going to say this, one final time, and it has to be my verdict for eternity: Prakash Saint Paul is a laborer from the Labor Party and the Left wing and a fish from the Piscean deep sea for eternity. I don’t want anything more to do with him!

I saw a striking light as a child…: A poem 

I know that I feel akin  to the idea of believing  that the frontier meeting   faith and conviction  is an eternal win  And I have felt God rising from under my skin  as if He were only a reflection  needing another look-in  But I know it is a lasting communion  between morning and evening Continue reading “I saw a striking light as a child…: A poem “

I know Prakash Saint Paul’s treachery too well! Somehow he will manipulate everyone and everything to benefit himself. I really want to get rid of him. Waiting for the day he will be compelled to resign himself to the fishy deep sea for eternity. I swear that if he tries to hijack No. 4 by hook (himself) or by crook (Sweden) or by making the US reader vulnerable to his designs, Prakash Saint Paul will have a paralytic stroke at this very moment!

The treacherous, devious creep Anthony Albanese got my maid to smuggle cockroaches into my house, and now they are all over my house, even on my bed! I kicked that bewitched maid out, because she was being instructed by Anthony Albanese on how to clean my house to suit his own purpose.

Hahaha! Back to your hijacking Prakash Saint Paul Ireland! No matter what treachery you use against me, you will never find a place in my Paradise or eternity. Hahaha, one, one, you are undone! You simply have to rot in the Piscean deep sea for eternity. No way out for you! Hahaha!

A letter of helplessness to my Jashmina: A poem 

Jashmina, does my feather fly in the weather  of incessant treachery against me?  Do I always have to feed my enemies  with the bounty of my generosity?  You can imagine the helplessness of my loyalty (to you)  when it always seems to work against me  At how many battlefronts must I lose my armies?  AndContinue reading “A letter of helplessness to my Jashmina: A poem “

Hahaha Ireland Prakash Saint Paul, the more treacherous your bodygrabbing and hijacking gets.. the more you will be destined for the bodygrabbing fishy deep sea. Hahaha. Keep at it! I will never forgive you anyway!