Author Archives: montecyril

I have the fondest recollections,   images that spiral out of a mere thought  eager to be fondled by my soul  They are like owls on the prowl  with a wisdom that is invisible yet tangible  And I shiver in the contradictions  of gladness and sadness  that they unfurl but barely unfold  You know it takes heartContinue reading “Love to my pets and disgrace to the theft of my love: A poem “

I couldn’t have been more unawares  between fish and moon  But even conjecture, sometimes, makes you suspect the spoon  There is a light within me that solidifies my strength  You can deceive me, but not for too long a length  I can count all the stars in the sky  but not those assigned to you  Do you knowContinue reading “An open letter to the Australian Labor Party: A poem “

There are no broken dreams about the sustainability of true love  There are no mirages, illusions, smoke in the mirrors  There are no chasms, sinkholes, abysses  We abound on the surface of virtue  undisturbed by the expansion or contraction of the universe   We have never sought the titular rights to its manifestation,  though we bore the onus ofContinue reading “You and me, we, started the fire: A poem “

I sometimes feel very agitated  by the moon following me everywhere   all through the night; like a ghost that walks  and haunts to persevere impolitely   in seeking my acceptance. But I have no love  for the weirdness of its light.  I am too rife with intention and intuition  to feel the need to entertain Psyche Continue reading “I sometimes feel cocooned in belonging to nobody: A poem “

I can be a bush ranger  of animals that are so rare  that they don’t even exist in reality  but reside in imagination   You know love lives like that  so that it should not be snared  And this bushland of my soul  can never be cut into parts  to become the grounds of conspirators  greedy to build their edifices, likeContinue reading “There is no dissolution of love, Mother, even with so much evil around: A poem “

I know that antiquity can be reinstated now  It looms like an invisible gift in the present  You can’t pick out a time for the universe  It lives entirely without the reality of measure  Can I feel more real now than a past life?  Can I even feel the beginnings palpable?  I suspect that we all have subconscious motives  like anContinue reading “Generosity! Is it free of ulterior motive?: A poem “

I can stay afloat in air, fire, earth; without a thought of dirt  even if there is too much revelry by treachery in purloining my honesty  You can see that my fortress is not out of the woods on a purlieu  There is no such thing for me as an ambivalent and comfortable milieu  Even myContinue reading “For me, sacrifice is nice, but martyrdom is only a vice?: A poem “