Author Archives: montecyril

I am feeling wells in every pore  The lyrics fitting to the score  And though my fingers are numb with the season,  my soul is warm to an illusion  The letters drop from my page to the ground  And like falling leaves make no sound  But I hear their scratch in my mind  And theyContinue reading “An illusion: A poem “

I have fanned my fire  with an austerity of desire  Held the horn of the rhino  Tamed the bull in the rodeo  This wrought iron will  No connivance can distil  Resilience fits the bill  that even Satan can’t kill  My soul is no carpetbagger  Goliath can be exterminated with a mere dagger  My veins haveContinue reading “Wealthy in austerity: A poem “

I can bury the bones of sorrow  with the tired gasps of air I swallow  Today, I will like a widower brood  May that to you be understood  Grace’s buck in my desolate lounge  has collapsed to the ground  Though my stars are sublime, I need some time  to cleanse the soul of the dispensableContinue reading “Courage, tomorrow: A poem “

O the smile, the smile!  It runs a mile  It steals a march  Their blood is starch  You are wealth’s doll  They have the gall  to fling you a penny  You are much too many  The streets are wild  But you make your hunger mild  You are every moment’s child  The wicked world hasn’t defiled Continue reading “Beggar child: A poem “

The evil deep sea Church tortured and murdered my descendants. Anybody who goes to Church is committing a crime against me.

The devil is at my each and every gate  He is desperate to get in before it’s too late  How can I ever set up my date with fate?  when all my victories the devil ate  And I can tell you he never does sate  All the goodies from one to eight  I have myContinue reading “The devil tries to take what is mine: A poem “