Author Archives: montecyril

I remember my own face of grace!: A poem 

I don’t know if my sisters ever did care for originals.  How long did they seek tactility with an imposter?!  Or did anyone else that I sought the loyalty of?  How did I belong, when belonging became an adversary?  Is something sure once it gets started? Would you ever fathom  that it can be an exposure to evil beyond a point –  A pointContinue reading “I remember my own face of grace!: A poem “

Hey, Prakash Saint Paul, get lost! I don’t even want a morsel, if it comes with you. I’d rather be nobody’s child! Because, I don’t want anything or everything that comes with you, you illegitimate imposter and creep!

I was never a shun of a nun to my Sun!: A poem 

I was never an oyster or a cloister of a nun to my Sun;   It was the deep sea that always had me undone!  And its stalwart, Prakash Sant Paul, the bodygrabbing of a gall;  He is a culture that is even an insult to an ever-feeding vulture  Did he not spun his web with his cunn(ing) and steal my Sun?!  I had to, dueContinue reading “I was never a shun of a nun to my Sun!: A poem “

I want all Australians to desperately call on and seek Sussan!: A poem 

Let that creepy Alb lose his bulb! If he is Albo, GET LOST! Go!  Make Labor get no arbor of a harbour! Teach the cheaters and beat them out with eggbeaters! Let them have the debases in their faces! Bodygrabber, Bah Allah and you on your knees! I am a sinew of a Jew! I don’t need crustaceans, even a few! That fucked Albanese is getting in all thoseContinue reading “I want all Australians to desperately call on and seek Sussan!: A poem “

What did I seek to say and ask to stay….?:A poem 

Is this a cultivation of culture? Is this the clutter of cutlery and cooker? Is this the rip of rupture? Is this the utter of time’s daughter? Is this a river of whispers? Is this a cusp of shivers? Is this a fit of fevers? Is this a fault of fractures? Is this a gathering of grave diggers? A cricket of overs? A livery of livers? AContinue reading “What did I seek to say and ask to stay….?:A poem “

Hey Prakash Saint Paul, you rapist, sodomiser, tyrant! Get fucked! Don’t try to impose your evil on me and make me subject to your treachery. You piece of shit! You don’t want to suffer for your eternal crimes and treachery against me, you want me to suffer! Be damned to the deep sea where you belong, otherwise, I’ll curse your brothers and your sisters and their families, your mother and father, and all your ancestors and the entire Shetty clan to eternal rape, torture, disfigurement and destruction! FUCK OFF once and for all! If you hijack, bloodsuck or steal identities anymore, you will get eternal HIV, leprosy and cancers!

Fuck off Centrelink! You pretentious pimps!: A poem 

I don’t need your fucking falsehoods, your fagotty figs  Your piddly potion of poison paying me with pain  Your dish of devious design, no delicatessen, but dregs  I am subject to a stitch of tyranny added with taint  You can take away this tarnish of trauma off my taste   Get Lost! Get Lost! Withdraw this waste around my waist!  Or I’ll pulverise youContinue reading “Fuck off Centrelink! You pretentious pimps!: A poem “

Sita, must we remember only to forget?: A poem  

I remember the salubrious fruits we shared  in our little thatched home in a forest in the foothills Our exile did not recluse us like hermits, but we were  adored by gatherings of all the lovely animals  in a cohabitation, likened to the meeting of unicorn and lion  And we shared honey with the bears,Continue reading “Sita, must we remember only to forget?: A poem  “

I must, first, worship in my own temples: A poem 

I just think of Spica, how she rolls  into the morning sky, like a bright  princess; And I am torn between my   obligations to others, and duties to  myself. It doesn’t inflame my   desperation, but lights up my sublimity  But I must feel love for my own earth  gifted to me by Virgo, and as much love  the Agni that was causedContinue reading “I must, first, worship in my own temples: A poem “