Author Archives: montecyril

Hunger’s subjugation is a mighty blessing  The unsuspecting wild is rife with hunger’s stalking  Need and instinct are the bane of an Eden’s purity  But who can condemn a mere response to duty?  For, animals just follow an innocent dream  They are only humble to the season’s stream  When rivers dry, even crocodiles lie  WithContinue reading “Hunger in the wilderness: A poem “

If only the purpled clouds could tell  that the choked artichokes aren’t well  How we’d read the writing in the sky  that it may be nigh for good blood to die  The seas are mighty, but their tides  cannot wash off the grime in our insides  We think it’s silk, but our threads are aContinue reading “For posterity’s sake: A poem “

I wish that humanity is riparian on banks  of goodness; that conscience closes our ranks  We are wise as clocks that strike twelve  Innocent as an infant’s years that never melt  Truth be our health, justice be our wealth  To let no Rubicon for men with evil and stealth  Romanticism may not only be theContinue reading “I wish…: A poem “

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 “