Author Archives: montecyril

I don’t see the sun; Saint Lucy, what did you see then? 

Sol Invictus where is your Hellenistic tusk?  Was it butchered/ sodomised by Prakash Saint Paul’s busk?  Tony Abbott, how many teeth have you got?  Did you like the way Scorpio/ Aries was made by PSP garbaged rot?  Albanese likes to feed on every ray even sunspot!  Prakash Saint Paul and Albanese got devouring rights, believe it or not!  You can see even brave Trump becomes a faggot  when Prakash Saint Paul’s fangContinue reading “I don’t see the sun; Saint Lucy, what did you see then? “

Hey Saint Albanese, would you go on your knees to the Vatican?: A poem 

Hey Saint Albanese, do you see that edifice between your thighs  stand tall with your treachery; and then discover it is no dick.  That is why your inglorious beatifier Prakash Saint Paul only  loves you from behind the lurid curtains, because he is  always famished for a dick (lowda)! He can’t cock suck you, since you haven’t got any!  And do you fancy your transvestite garments inContinue reading “Hey Saint Albanese, would you go on your knees to the Vatican?: A poem “

Hey Angus Taylor, I hope that the sun burns you out, you fish-tayled creep! Aries butts you into the Piscean deepsea, along with Anthony Albanese for eternity! I hope a massive meteor falls on that deep-sea Canberra when all you fucking dickless creeps/ Parliamentarians are having your disgusting communion/ orgy! And let that morphing vampirist/ bodygrabber Prakash Saint Paul grace your accursed eternity as well!

You Pisceant evilly-puissant Prakash Saint Paul, don’t try to vampirise and bodygrab my Captain King to checkmate me; should you know what I can do to Beena, Munaf and Jomar in San Diego, you blood and flesh thirsty anti-amigo!

Hey Anthony Albanese, please get lost! I am never going to forgive you, no matter what you do, no matter what platform you seize? You are going to lose all your teeth, in the least, with all your whoredom! You are toothless anyway, metaphorically! Just realise that all your borrowed bodygrabbed feathers will never get you to fly! Swim, swim, swim, in the depths you belong to!

God is a very old unforgiver! A very old unforgiver!: A poem 

Did you think Satan loved only himself  and nobody else? The mass at the Centric  end was called Black; black as the light   it shone! We didn’t know, did we? Climbing a   ladder and falling over each other with Heavenly lies! It’s not God who takes you, with drooling teeth  He is not responsible for the sin you were led  to believe. So thatContinue reading “God is a very old unforgiver! A very old unforgiver!: A poem “

What would I want?: A poem 

I have learnt to love by being at a distance from it!  There was a genuine pain, but no grief!  Like a music you turned off, but keeps playing  in your ears, you sung along and it stung  And you learnt that it rung, every crescendo  for an eternity! Would I keep believing despite the, sometimes, pin and needle of doubt  that faith may die one day, or another day?  And IContinue reading “What would I want?: A poem “

LeoTolstoy, Introversion, Extroversion and Existence; markers and pivots, War and Peace!: A poem 

What are the markers of life, as you float  in aspiration, constructs narrated by a society  of norms that convince you to believe in them.   When religion fails you, and faith seems possessed   only by the need to achieve that this should be the ultimate fate you live for!  You carved out singularly sensitive tales of human life,   brought forth by your own creative soul; butContinue reading “LeoTolstoy, Introversion, Extroversion and Existence; markers and pivots, War and Peace!: A poem “

O Hamlet! Look at that pathetic King of Denmark!: A poem 

Oh! Did he leave a mark on Darwin?  Or else what did he underpin?  You wouldn‘t need the aphorismic likes of Mark Twain  to tell you pithily that he actually left a mighty stain!  See that Marm Mary married that clown,  who so brazenly let her down!  And did he paint red, Canberra town?  Did the Labor Party make too much sound?  They feared how my clock wouldContinue reading “O Hamlet! Look at that pathetic King of Denmark!: A poem “