Author Archives: montecyril

(Based on the song `Love cannot be bought’ by the AI-generated Morgan Luna, if you think you can be impressed by an exquisiteness, not anima) I’ll tell you a tale that, to you all, may sound gory; of crimes, treachery, deceit and murders against the honorary, of truth and justice having been terminably subjugated andContinue reading “Morgan Luna: “Love cannot be bought!” What about forgiveness?: A poem”

(Based on the lyrics of a song: Easy Street by Queens of the Stone Age) I am chandeliering, not briefly, but like a steady constant lamp, precariously from a ceiling, in a risky dark of eternity! You can call it my signature arc, like an endorsement of my own antiquated tribulation that lives like aContinue reading “I thought we need each other to be free!: A poem”

The metaphors keep raining down on the flipside of my comprehensions; and I go back and forth trying to decipher the colours of these stones. This membrane of my brain keeps colliding with reality. And I discover, there is greater truth in mythic fantasy than reality. It is a palpable corporeality beyond question that IContinue reading “This dream of walking through the woods: A poem”

Hey, Paul Simon! You can, if you’d rather, call yourself Al! My Dad is Salvador not sAL! My Mother has much wherewithal, not Al! I’d rather call the better looking Garfunkel – Art! You know, because I can speak right from my heart, Sometimes a poor ass like me is more profound than all theContinue reading “Hey Paul Simon, I won’t call myself Al!: A poem”

Sometimes, I think, I don’t deserve a white rose for being orphaned out of everything I cherish. You know, the manifestation of pain from defeat is only the tribulation of the ordinary folk, the real heroes feel the triumph in their establishment in bravery in times of defeat. Every defeat is a clarion call toContinue reading “The grief of loss out of deceit: A poem”

I can see you in your dignified march like a stately carouche across the streets of a sublime, undemanding and self-effacing  soul, with your hair in an augmentative artificial chignon for an auspicious occasion or feast; and I think of the Mother Goddess you were! I know we are only what destiny makes us toContinue reading “Mother, I see you; as I see me!: A poem”

There is a poignant patience, like a limerick that has a laughter from humour that never dissipates. There is a war of roses struck between agony and expectation, that never seems to come unstuck from the thorns, if restraint was an anomaly not an amenability! There is a ludicrous tyranny, where people are walking inContinue reading “My spirit is not broken!: A poem”

Do you see my coat of arms, my heraldry, my chivalry? That I must necessitate the needful with no help from my loyalties – to secure what truth must unfold? Do you feel my pain bear into the veins of your soul, that you, then, begin to feel nervy in your anxiety, if you wouldContinue reading “So many questions I seek to ask without expecting any answers!: A poem”