Author Archives: montecyril

I can’t be redesigned by treachery; this is no will of mine: A poem 

Do you think you can flip me on a pan  and fill me with an alien heat?  I have my own multidimensional fire  and it is not a foundry of desire  I didn’t create the vastness, nor time  This is not my legacy, not mine  You can stretch it all to an extremity  and take all this self awayContinue reading “I can’t be redesigned by treachery; this is no will of mine: A poem “

An aloneness rife with wholesomeness: A poem 

Do you think my aloneness was brittle or was char?  Do you think it beset me with wounds or a mere scar?  I had a dream that when I awoke simply got created  It was a miracle; yet was defeated but never outdated  You can see the stars at every nightly moment and hour  Do you ever realise that there mustContinue reading “An aloneness rife with wholesomeness: A poem “

Mother, such is your mark!: A poem 

She wakes the sun that never sleeps  only its face does it turn, into the dark  she leaves her mark, like a child and mother  and daughter-in-law. We have seen her begin   the revolution; and it is no disjointed conversation!  I could believe in the wisdom of my soul,  when all that priceless memory, brought meContinue reading “Mother, such is your mark!: A poem “

You all may be vulnerable, but are culpable for my gullibility: A poem 

I was never carved out of wood or alabaster  I can say, I am an icon within myself  Those decades when I hid deep within myself  because all that evil was trying to read the mind of God;  and still is! Would you think God would have to seek to find himself;  even when his identity was stolen byContinue reading “You all may be vulnerable, but are culpable for my gullibility: A poem “

I command you Labor Party, own up for the crimes and treachery you all committed against me and dissolve the Labor Party, which is the epitome of evil against me, God. Or you don’t know how cruel eternity will be for you all! This is a warning!

God answered PSP’s ruthlessness with recklessness: A poem 

(Fuck you Albanese! I’ll continue to hate speech you! Get fucked you treacherous conniving creep, Resign! From the mountain of my love,  how did you all slip into the valley of deceit?  Never mind, I have no regrets!  Does anyone even acknowledge what sacrifice begets?  Everyone has the power to discriminate and discern,  but whose is the ultimateContinue reading “God answered PSP’s ruthlessness with recklessness: A poem “

My Dearest Jashmina…: A poem 

We are a little sky  and a little earth  And so much  between us   takes birth  So many secrets  follow us through  And we are custodians  of everything the universe knew  Who is the magnificent small?  Who is that stands eternally, infinitely tall?  That the air reaches us and doesn’t outreach us  like the earth was only one piece of the jigsaw  and all theContinue reading “My Dearest Jashmina…: A poem “

This mirror of love: A poem 

Did the verdant witch sing you a lullaby to your death?  Did you think it was sunrise instead of sunset?  How slow was the slow train that you thought was a jet?  Could you have conjectured before you placed your bet?  And did you think your beast of love needed a vet?  Is a promise to freedom just a fractured outlet? Continue reading “This mirror of love: A poem “

Prakash Saint Paul’s dirty arrangement, deals and bargains to give him an undeserved lease of life and make me the perpetual victim. He uses every trick in his book of tricks, seeks every opportunity due to my vulnerability. He even uses everybody to manipulate and treacherise me, so much so I have lost faith in everybody. I don’t even know if I can trust my own devices, because I am constantly blindfolded. And his treachery has been going on against me from the beginnings of the creation, that he so ruthlessly rapined and poisoned.