Author Archives: montecyril

PSP, the delight of evil. He stole my light!…  my universe, loves, eternity; I have to fight  resiliently, to reclaim my every right  Though his treacherous, morphing, bodygrabbing and vampirism reduces my plight!  But I feel so obliged to suffer to set you all free  sublimating myself to all this torture and treachery!  I have few regrets even though those that vindicate himContinue reading “PSP, the delight of evil; he stole my light!: A poem “

See their design of pretentious demographic equality!  Why don’t they, then, also share in all your penury?  How does their democracy default you with such penalty?  Would you consider your eternity in the deep sea?  Vote the Left, and let prevail the falsehoods of your Liberty?  Of course, you have a PM who talks of upholding democracy,  when he only deviously cheated his way to victory! Continue reading “The Left, Labor, Albanese, are only a communion with evil Communism!: A poem “

Do I feel my universality so screwed up,  by its humility, sublimity and patience  that I actually wish to prescribe destruction?  Hello, resilience! Does it matter to anyone else?  The insubstantiation of justice, as I keep wandering  into a hobodom of dishonesty ingratiating myself!  Each day, I wake up impregnated by distant memories  And keep trying to ignore a compelled eternal gestation  O look at allContinue reading “All this patience with treachery keeps my Paradise eternally waiting: A poem “

I think I can face the sun  Even if I was widowed, I haven’t lost my guns  I feel the sun’s warmth in my nostrils, inhaling it  And feel such virtue in my lungs  There is a long story of how my body parts  can still feel vigorous after being dismembered  and be pitted, one against the other  Isis only neededContinue reading “Conversation with the sun: A poem “

Did I switch off the lights  to feel the cold of the hemispheres  wrap around the latitudes of my love  to keep it invisibly enlightened?  There requires too much imagination in being enigmatic  to an adversary who wants you to oblige his greed  that becomes treachery, when you don’t  So, I wound around the trappist’s door   holding on precariously to the event horizon  that would keepContinue reading “Did I switch off my lights to stay enlightened?: A poem “

I realised that my tears  were storms at your door  so, I stopped crying  a long time ago!  You think these knife-pickled moments,  these blood-inked years  these nerve-wracking decades,  this energy-squandering eternity  was just the universe’s pensive yawns?  I was just subject to a fealty  where the enemy became master  And I swore and unswore my true love  to the convenience of the circumstance   I knowContinue reading “Did we not endeavour to browbeat?: A poem “