Author Archives: montecyril

Everyone will pay a heavy price for the crimes they commit against me! If I say I want to go from this world, it is not because I am afraid! It is because, at times, I feel weighed down by the injustices done to me! Don’t take me for granted just because Jashmina insists I exercise patience and restraint. I certainly know how to give my full-bodied response to you all! Nobody has the right to impose their wills on me! GET LOST!

You all have no courage to punish the culprit(s), you all put me on the receiving end of other people’s criminalities, you spineless creeps; forgetting that I suffered for you all! I’ll fuck you all, you garbage rot!

Take out all that Anthony Robbert Albanese’s LIKES off my blogsite WordPress or I’ll fuck you all for eternity!!! Is that the only likes I get, you shitholes. If you traumatise me, I will traumatise you for eternity, you shitholes!

My beautiful love, Phunnu!: A poem 

What is life’s buffer  when, for other people’s crimes, you must suffer?!  I feel like a duffer  being victimised by a handcuffer!  Then, little by little,  in life’s thorny thistle,  before you Phew(!) and whistle  You feel that beautiful joy nestle  And you think it’s a dream  Just a fantasial peaches and cream  Yet, there is a real window realm  That makes the seamless actually seem  A little birdie dogContinue reading “My beautiful love, Phunnu!: A poem “

I said I felt disarmed…:A poem 

I woke up before midnight calm  And felt the Sun on my arm  Why aren’t you asleep my good luck charm(?),  he asked. I said I felt disarmed!  You can take antagonism in a haste  And lay it to waste  if you have gotten a taste  to be impregnably chaste  I said I saw the moon’s face  And I felt it lacked grace  ButContinue reading “I said I felt disarmed…:A poem “

The Great Gatsby: A poem 

Going morally declinative can decrepit the structure  of civilisation’s soul such that nothing embraces  dignity in a degenerate edifice that man builds purely  for acquisition and not for dignified presence. You can   see that too much overambitious zeal can only cause  obtuse evil to flourish while intelligent soulful righteousness  can be rendered dysfunctional. It is not as if religious pulpits  are a vestigeContinue reading “The Great Gatsby: A poem “

Who is the messiah you are all looking for?: A poem 

I always believed conformity was never a virtue  And I accepted an anonymity despite being rebellious  You can say my treatise in anonymity was no pretentious  humility. Too many people in the know knew about me! And  the assumed incognito fell out of the walls to the floor as I aged.   Everyone began to (unspokenly) know, and anonymity was no longer  my disguise. I am much the lyric of troubadoursContinue reading “Who is the messiah you are all looking for?: A poem “

These revelations, and the culminations that never manifest: A poem 

You know, when I was little, I found  the mango tree grow over me. And,  I found myself saying: You Man! Please Go!  And I felt the sun’s face darken and crestfall.  And I said to the Sun: O Sun! You please  don’t go! You are man enough for me!  But I really think you ought to go, when  I can’t save youContinue reading “These revelations, and the culminations that never manifest: A poem “