Author Archives: montecyril

Don’t think my Mother Mary (Maria) is your contemptible mare (sea)!  I don’t fancy the fishy sea kissing the sun at my gare!  I am not going to have my correctitude festooned on your walls  Please FUCK OFF, you sea creatures before you deluge all my beloved dolls!  I have no Ant(hony)s in my pants; I know fish from elephants!  Abel said to Cain,Continue reading “Don’t dare ever make my mother your mare at the gare!: A poem “

You see this land is the heart and hearth –  of which legends, of which legions?! The  unblemished regime that passed out into  the memory of the universe. It was retained!  No forgotten history consigned to palliative care!  We are stones of a fortress forever; as we dare!  Do you think bravery can be cubicled by conspiring ghosts  who swing through slimy ghettos of connivance?  Men with no spirit, butContinue reading “O those `sangue real’ Dragons!: A poem “

I can have Albert Camus’ invincible summer  in pouring rain, in the snowy winter  And my life’s excursion is never pedestrian!  I am no folly of vision despite the pain;  The perversion of an imposed defeat  has never been the desolation of my brain.  I am not browbeaten by intimidation  And I am a configuration of everything Continue reading “I do not feel intimidated by that fish-mouth Albanese or his colluders!: A poem “

I stood in a twilight zone  with the light forming on the horizon  and I decided I had my own route to take.  There were many gates, some of gold,  some of silver, some bronze, some iron,  and some of other alloys and metals.  I was out of whistle, but certainly not out of breath,  even with theContinue reading “Would I choose those lies?: A poem “

I am forever dancing in a room filled with thieves  Like a tree where the connivers are plucking at my leaves  Would I be a conifer spiralling out of my heels?  My roots so unearthed and flying like teals  There is a dancer so distant, though I feel her fields  And I can be certain she isContinue reading “I am dancing; the thieves stand between me and my love!: A poem “

Am I being delusional in my reckoning  that animals have allegiances. A profound understanding  of ideological dimension? Do you think  they are conceived as bodies with no soul?  No embodiment beyond flesh and bones?  I’ve had all my pets visit me after they departed,  particularly, Phoenix, conveying their sadness  and gladness to me. Do you think they have   no connection with theContinue reading “O my pets, would Republican red be the colour of your heads (and spirit)? “

Yes, knowledge can’t be automatic,  We can realise that we pick up along the way!  Our senses teach us, may be, even the idiosyncracies  and our follies. Everything seems like scientific reasoning, does it not?   I can see a child at play, learning to even love,  As if love was just a mere sensation? Kant? Or emotion,  for that matter? Do you think we start withContinue reading “Immanuel Kant, is reason above everything, even above the soul?: A poem “

We are a fabric of ourselves, like a light  shining inward, without a belying education;  and shining outward in defiance!  What would we choose to be  the enemies of mankind for upholding the truth?  A truth that resolutes us and gives the firmness   of bones to our souls, should we seek leisure in falsehoods  and snap our cores? But we will never be tepid   as those fraught with deception, because we see  Continue reading “Nietzsche, Hesse, my identity is my own, like yours is yours!: A poem “