There are no illusions of borders between humanity They are constructs hard and fast; that never rust You can see there are no shades in any of us that are similar You can cook up the armistice. There is no taking war out of the mirror! I reflect on why the greatest leaders can never forge peace Because itContinue reading “Poor Putin, he is being vilified and defeated because he is a hero!: A poem “
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Hey charming Jim Chalmers why 8.4, when 8.5 suits you better?
Hey US reader, you pansy! Get fucked!
Hey you fucking rapists WordPress. You raped my blogsite from Day one. Fuck you! Because you want to please Prakash Saint Paul. Hypocrites! I curse you to your ruin! Damnation be yours!
I asked myself if imagination is enough:?: A poem
I asked myself when I hurt my thumb as I touched the rose Are there thorns in imagination? Is a figment of fantasy a backlash? Do you have to contend with the disillusionment of the knowledge of its flaws? Because there are only imperfections in form out of the thought that seems perfect They challenge you, likeContinue reading “I asked myself if imagination is enough:?: A poem “
Fuck you, WordPress, you disgusting creeps. I did you favours and you only frustrated me in return. Fuck that US reader, I don’t want any patronage from anyone who can’t stand up for truth and justice, but bows down to evil. Fuck Donald Trump, he only pretends he is brave when, in fact, he is spineless!
I’ll fuck you creeps WordPress, abetting that evil Prakash Saint Paul and harassing and frustrating righteous me. I’ll fuck you all out of my Paradise!
I’ll nuke that Sweden off the vmap of the world!
Would I wonder at me, God?: A poem
Would I wonder if I wandered from a cocoon into an expanse about the limits of my existence? As if the expanse, became all at once, my cocoon Would I wonder that my mortality was assured of an immortality Even as day meets its death and night is only a flame to be put out byContinue reading “Would I wonder at me, God?: A poem “
Would I wonder at me, God?: A poem
Would I wonder if I wandered from a cocoon into an expanse about the limits of my existence? As if the expanse, became all at once, my cocoon Would I wonder that my mortality was assured of an immortality Even as day meets its death and night is only a flame to be put out byContinue reading “Would I wonder at me, God?: A poem “