Author Archives: montecyril

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 “

I live in a tunic whereupon my wounds bleed  Their mouths are wide and loud. Does God heed?  But in such agony, I don’t beg in hours of need  My cries are silent; resilience will always lead  I swear I can be nobody’s child, to put it mild  You may not be mine, but couldContinue reading “Always hijacked: A poem “

This crest and ripple, this tipple  with which I drench, like staple  every day; turns my nerves within without  A hidden inside screaming shout  Even paradise became a dirty four-letter word  that unsavoury all throughout was heard  Could God rue that all was lost?  This eternity forgone, and such a cost!  And these arms couldn’tContinue reading “Where paradise was flung: A poem “