Author Archives: montecyril

Trump, I have always placed you on the highest pedestal  But you must know there is an unavoidable, involuntary, hasty dismissal  of that castle that is mined to exploitation, by the hangman’s bustle  This sordid executioner who slays my protagonists with his manipulative whistle  How can my magic end up so sardonic, caustic, cynic and toxic?  Does that witch (PSP) haveContinue reading “Trump, I have always placed you on a pedestal: A poem “

(Don’t undermine God’s elasticity; forgiveness is only granted to those who deserve it!) How could you all admonish me for my dignified unacknowledged resistance?  How could you think perseverance could humble to misdirected insistence?  I only took the initiative to lead you away from a misnomed garden of Eden whose fruit were pruned to be eaten by ghostly hyenas arising from aContinue reading “How could you all admonish me?: A poem “

How to say the ablest things  that sound like the sounds of living wood,  only that deceased with an impetuous push  Would you wish the tissue against your lips,  stifle the burp..stifle the ill-fated word  as it fell into the laps of the world  too soon to be picked up by the illegitimate  referee’s whistle, in fact, a wishmaster  eager toContinue reading “Would you dare to aspire, then?: A poem “

I collect my flowers in random methodness  like an anthology with assumptions  of disparateness; not just assumptions,  but, sometimes, pre-emptive conclusions  How did my refrains sound different  at every interlude, like a poem fraught  with its own contrariness? Even repetitions  and alliterations being discordant!  Even a paraphrase lends to the confusion  Everything with parenthesis is confrontation. Continue reading “My anthology has no quietude in its (disparaging) disparateness: A poem “

Did I sing you all a lyric  that caused to make you all very sick?  It didn’t make sense, because it was dense  with the rhythmic gist of apocalypse!  It didn’t pretend to rave and praise  the magic of technology, but sage in the nature  of the mind of antiquity, not a future mature in AI  that can bely your limbs and imaginative eye!  I am no stranger toContinue reading “This world has veneer, but no shine!: A poem “

I am branded a firebrand  How I long to share, this, my fire  But it doesn’t matter; it is only a desire!  The stars blossom into magnificent plumes at night  And I ask them if I am right  in believing that I share the same sky with you?  A vision that intersperses and overlaps,  despite the blindspot of a limited knowledge Continue reading “I know you and me are above it all!: A poem “

I think I didn’t permit this cold day,  coming pat in the middle of summer,  to take me roughly by the nape of my neck  I did my chores unaffected by the spell,  went out to the shops scantily dressed,  and didn’t cover my head like a bride  I have never asked the question why  they call this day, Boxing Day, and  I wouldn’t ventureContinue reading “I am the rhabdomancer of my own divination: A poem “

Did my patrons in the Zodiac cause and pause to see  the environment of construction and destruction in the melee?  My trees were all swapping leaves to avoid that persistent disease  How long could I be patient and give evil its undeserved lease?!  I walked aimfully to the sun, to catch it radiate without its fire  because, how could itsContinue reading “I served the world for my Kings and Queens to have it: A poem “

Did they not commit treason against me? I should be reducing them to tin  Did they not dig for gold by abusing me; do they feel guilty of that sin?  I can make Albanese an eternal disease; and mince of Chris Minns  Do the gallows suit you best, or a mere nightmare that deforms your chin(a)?  I am a receptacle of silent rage; GodContinue reading “I curse Labor to an eternal abyss!: A poem “