Author Archives: montecyril

I lived in unacknowledged kindness: A poem 

I have a relentless windswept notion of life  like a violinist suddenly losing his fiddle  and retrieving it with sheer magic, as if  he could airplay his creation, his music  I asked myself did I have any exposure,  a talent breaking out like a fledgling  And I thought, I am so old. Never mind.  What after aContinue reading “I lived in unacknowledged kindness: A poem “

You should all shut up with your hypocrisy and treason!: A poem 

Did you know I was like King Lear  who divided all his love, between you all  and lost everything, to a tragic betrayal?  Did you feel thorn-pricked at any moment  when I was eternally cold and despairing  feeling the pangs of excruciating pain  and I survived it all, only to save your souls?  You have allContinue reading “You should all shut up with your hypocrisy and treason!: A poem “

Just like Anthony Albanese, his ability at hip-swaying is remarkable; and his camouflaging behind someone else’s skirt is exceptional! Hahahahah! Only comparable to Prakash Saint Paul’s ability to use others as scapegoats in his treachery against me! Hahahaha!

Mother, I don’t care if I’m never reinstituted!: A poem 

Mother, do you see the unanimous belief in the lie,  I just couldn’t be watered down with it; nor could you  We have semblance of the eternity locked in our soul  Before we imprint ourselves by our dynamism, I revolt that the whole  story will never be told. Who can I invoke, who can I name?  There is none who befits my candour, when everyone I look up to is rendered lame Continue reading “Mother, I don’t care if I’m never reinstituted!: A poem “

I know courage always transmigrates: A poem 

The age of chivalry is not dead for me  For I know I never took my challenges  lightly, but with the light of grace;  felt the stranglehold of predators,  but never felt strangulated, even  when I felt my roomspace shrinking!  You know that even my defeat is not   my folly; you can’t fault me if I protest,  Even thoughContinue reading “I know courage always transmigrates: A poem “

I am sorry Coalition; you know that your oblivion is not my crime!: A poem 

I live in the air of the night. Like I was in a closet,  shut out from the noises of life. It is as if I can imagine  my cloistered legspace winding up in a roominess  of strange thoughts from inklings of the day.  And I feel encumbrances of emotions and awareness  love, grief, pain, excitement, benevolence, odiousness,  generosity, rage, brevity and longevity. Like allContinue reading “I am sorry Coalition; you know that your oblivion is not my crime!: A poem “

Revenge is not righteousness’ action, but its patience: A poem 

Do you think I’m just a piece of salami   sandwiched in the war between worlds?  Would you dare to reckon who orchestrated  every sword against sword? Every gun against gun?  Did you think all the making and breaking was   only because evil must have a verdict?  I would have you rather believe that righteousness  can be passive, but not bereftContinue reading “Revenge is not righteousness’ action, but its patience: A poem “

What do you think is my likelihood at decorum?: A poem 

Am I deadwood gathering mould in a forest  where it never rains, but is still damp and musty?  Do I feel the circle of cells in my trunk  collapse in lightless existence rung after rung  and reduce me to a stump? Am I not coherent to any design?  It may seem to many that I let go off myself…  that I committed travesty on myself for not  respecting my own aspiration…and would   you fathomContinue reading “What do you think is my likelihood at decorum?: A poem “