Author Archives: montecyril

I still have my limbs and arms  The wooden photo-frames and metal charms  A few gemstones and many tomes  And intuition flying in my mind like drones  No matter if I’m impoverished, I still hold good  Being fair is an ideal and act, never trespassing I would  I have never been impressed by easy wealthContinue reading “I take pride in my profound beauty: A poem “

I listen to the lyrics   on the radio  It layers me like bricks  and makes me feel so  sublime; words can bring  relief.  Most times, I sing  in belief  Yet, we are trapped in language  It gives us gauge  but has its limits  for, every word doesn’t fit  I think, animals have telepathy  TheyContinue reading “Music: A poem “

I can’t tell you what I like  your fire, your earth or your ice  or the air in your hair  or the indifference that you bear  You make my thumbs messy  Yet you bring me a legacy  You dead-end my street, I cry  Then, you helipad it so I can fly  There’s a loose threadContinue reading “A puzzle and a solution: A poem “

Can you see me through the heatwaves  like I was a mirage  I am a landscape with many caves  secrets hiding under the visage  There seems a riot in my enclaves  but such a low-key message  so much turns, so much churns   My patient flame still burns  I keep believing in couriers though  comingContinue reading “Exclamations in the end: A poem “