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Mother, there is a loud dystopian outcry; must justice die?: A poem 

I hear a placenta knocking at my door  I always had my lightening amid the vocal sound of silence  This is more awakening in the sonne et lumiere  Much of it was the love that I had for you!  How can I discard the womb of my life for an underbelly of pretentious happiness?  Spirituality is much my core, and it is your voiceContinue reading “Mother, there is a loud dystopian outcry; must justice die?: A poem “

I can only surrender to the ones I want to surrender to! Not to the likes of that fishy evil Anthony Albanese, the creepiest creep of the ages Prakash Saint Paul, the evil Church, the evil Labor Party or the Left Wing. You shameful creepy bodygrabbing morpher Anthony Albanese, hipswaying eunuch, trying to capitalise on everything I do! I curse you to eternal slavery in the deepest abyss! There’s no other way out for you! Get fucked you creep of a manipulator! You are eternally damned by me!

Mother, there is a loud dystopian outcry; must justice die?: A poem 

I hear a placenta knocking at my door  I always had my lightening amid the vocal sound of silence  This is more awakening in the sonne et lumiere  Much of it was the love that I had for you!  How can I discard the womb of my life for an underbelly of pretentious happiness?  Spirituality is much my core, and it is your voiceContinue reading “Mother, there is a loud dystopian outcry; must justice die?: A poem “

Where does truth stand, between hypotheses and lies?: A poem 

Would you have sprung forth unconsciously  into the world, when you were unceremoniously  caught in the forceps of a conceiving reality  subordinating your own hidden conception of spirit?  Did you realise that this  lifetime was a pretentious  circle, even if time was meant to be circular,   because there was actually the diagonality of two ends?  Would you be aware, that you were infernally locked up  in the diagonality of the twoContinue reading “Where does truth stand, between hypotheses and lies?: A poem “

Hermes, where lies the Tabula Smardgina?: A poem 

I am a quantum spin ball around a vortex,   an unmeasurable revolution around a crankshaft  A life witness to the ordinance  of rebirth and reincarnation  Above even time, steadfast with its ages  And the power to change earth’s seasons  Would I have stopped by to write  the secrets in the Tabula Smardgina?  The secrets unveiled by Hermes Trismegistos,  The Thrice Great; when wisdom is bequeathed  only at a timeContinue reading “Hermes, where lies the Tabula Smardgina?: A poem “