Author Archives: montecyril

You know, the wind is crying in my ears! How am I to understand that every word I utter, in fact, all words bespoken, are being broken into stones to build fortresses for the evil? Must I be the slander of my own soul extended in the ones I cherish! It is not me, butContinue reading “Listen to me, I command you”

I can ask you `Baby, what do you see in me?’ If you can be the darling that can set me free! But that is what everybody exactly seems to be asking of me! If you can peek into my eyes would you see red or blue or green? If you can recollect I neverContinue reading “I am a rolling stone, but the evil has all the floss!: A poem”

You know how everyone is wont to dismiss native imperatives as merely a worship of forces that are beyond the natives’ comprehensions; even if the natives won’t tell you all, that they have actually a very profound understanding of the elements! And who are the Westerners to decide on the authenticity of wisdom? My Grandma,Continue reading “The ultimate wisdom of the natives!: A poem”

Would I imagine I’d be Daniel (not Dan Andrews) among the lions if I were gallant in a field of Dandelions, opening up in a streaming dawn to the sun, only if my true love saw me as the one! If the sun should see my dad and son, rising among the planets to holdContinue reading “Seeking in a field of Dandelions!: A poem”

You know, God never ceases to be, even when diminutively walking the streets of a corruptly-policed suburb and seeing politicians’ wickedness tragically trying to sabotage him. And then, he answers the evil like an ordinary person with extraordinary skills! And he also takes time to be generous to the same evil, and let him ownContinue reading “You know God never ceases to be…: A poem”

You know, I thought I’d shatter my bones sleeping with my enemies No, these nights could be worse than nightmares of the holocaust The black cats were walking between my legs, I was stepping recklessly under ladders, building my dreams on tragedies, where people were fleeing from me like the curse of Babel was onContinue reading “New York, O New York! You bit the apple!: A poem”

You know, I do not know much about practicality! Like as if I was a slip of foam that fell unceremoniously out of the vast ocean. I am like a periphery of reality! What do you do at the edge of light, when there is only darkness you can perceive, do you see your reflectionContinue reading “You know I am never afraid! NEVER! A poem”