Author Archives: montecyril

Do you talk to me of love,  insisting on its magnanimity?  I consign your persuasion as triviality  I know that my virtue is in discerning  the repleteness of love and feel above  the lewdness of fake demonstration  Do you talk of compassion,  when I have learnt to discriminate  with a solemn unretractable passion?  Ask the Church to continue itsContinue reading “Atlas can outlast and cutlass treachery!: A poem “

You can accuse my poetry as that with no placid rhythm  I wouldn’t debate if you consider it harsh prosaic, impolite aphorism  You can still have a little of my wisdom, even if you call it inappropriate  I am just going to engrave my convictions, at any indifferent rate  I can prescribe no lessons between the lines,Continue reading “You can call my poetry harsh prosaic, impolite aphorism: A poem “

It wouldn’t cause my death if my poetry was consigned to oblivion,  but would I feel my death if I would abandon it altogether  I construct a creation that teaches me to live to die and die to live  The life of a short-lived fragrance and flower each day to perennially relive  I have seldom reckoned that life, in its complexity, is very simple  IContinue reading “Should I blame my own creation for the existence of Beelzebub?: A poem “

PSP, I feel so encouraged by your relentless ignoble deception,  that this treachery can beguile me, but I still laugh at your desperation,  because it gives me the determination to return your cabal with capability  though I have no inclination to see the damages done to my loves and loyalties  I have an imagination to defy perpetual perpetratorsContinue reading “PSP, do you realise the default of your treachery?: A poem “

Did you think you deserve to be taken beyond Anubis  into the highest chambers and be absolved by the  verdict of Maat? Or better still, be whisked past   the gathering of celestials and cherubs blowing  mellifluous tunes on golden trumpets, and grace  the highest abodes? I am certain, wickedness   never condoled its hapless victims, so it should  not be condoned. You think my heart should swell  with benevolence at your begging whine, now that   your own insolentContinue reading “Destiny will never desert the righteous: A poem “

You can tell me that you gave the world love  when the Old T was out paged by the New  Or hide that your baptismal waters broke off  the umbilical cord with the truth  So, it must manifest the imposing false light  and spread all over from the Ephesians to the Corinthians  and the Acts of a lying actor who despisedContinue reading “Do we see a bad moon arising, or just keep eyeballing the fish of the sea?: A poem “

I think I can pat the invisible air  like my long-gone pet’s hair  even to spare a little consolation  Does heart defy mortification?  You can see I parade my emblems  when the pain flagellates my anthems  But I still think of pirouetting, dancing   in the sky, rife with romancing necromancing  Cobalt-blue pictograms fall into words  as if they wereContinue reading “I somehow manage the pain: A poem “

Even if I passed out of existence for a moment  the clouds would pick me up and put me back  Everyone seems to be leech-preaching to me  like a torment; I don’t give a thought to such rain  I don’t apologise for breaking the premises of your  inclinations, I didn’t, in the first place, ask for all  your invitations. A camel only prefers its desert Continue reading “My gravitas can sink treachery through gravity: A poem “