Author Archives: montecyril

Did I defy all that treachery?: A poem 

I keep wandering into the skies  thinking it is my haemoglobin of vitality  But should I liken it to a magnificent dystopia?  There is foraging and there is devouring  like earth is a microcosm, of such a legacy  Could you believe that ages have seen this cruelty?  What is the wisdom of such a febrile creation?  I remember, it was an infliction on Godly intent  Continue reading “Did I defy all that treachery?: A poem “

Hey Anthony Albanese, you fish of a monstrosity! How do you have the gall to keep celebrating and capitalising on the checkmate of me! You rotten stench! You are continuing to defraud the whole of Australia! You have no convictions, you wishy washy creep! You know too well what I have reserved your eternity to! GET LOST!

Did I hear you say: Forgive?: A poem 

I think I am something insignificantly small  But there is no measure for the way I stand tall  I have not harbinged, but crusaded, and couldn’t care,  if today’s occluded sky bares its knuckles at me.  I am not even upset by the rooftops’ looking sore  The blocks look like they have turned around  to stop me from my age-oldContinue reading “Did I hear you say: Forgive?: A poem “

You can see that the treachery against me devolves from one devious sinkhole to another! From Prakash Saint Paul to Anthony Albanese, and vice versa. I’m just past 61; it’s nobody’s concern – that I should be rid of either. I think you all want me to reserve truth and justice for another lifetime! Hello New Year! Hello treachery, torment and torture?

Thank you all, for serving the demons of treachery against me!: A poem 

Listen to every unheard rhythm of my universe!  What did it begat, for all its sincerity, if not curse?  Yes, an intense scrutiny; but did you all search  your own honesty, upon which you let treachery take perch?  I am on old tree, voluntarily standing, not sagging; wagging  like a neglected pup who is notContinue reading “Thank you all, for serving the demons of treachery against me!: A poem “

I don’t give a damn AA to loss of integrity!: A poem 

I am all camouflaged in a virtue  that you all allege as sin; I have the fortune   of such wisdom: I know gold is not tin!  You may see me sink, but I can trampoline  in a tarmac of slush caused by a relentless  deluge. I don’t give AAs to a leadership that  deserves to be lynched;Continue reading “I don’t give a damn AA to loss of integrity!: A poem “

Jashmina, do you have any shame in you? Do you return all the sacrifice I underwent for you with treachery, torture and treason against me, for the benefit of the likes of Prakash Saint Paul, Anthony Albanese and all my enemies?