Author Archives: montecyril

You and me, we, started the fire: A poem 

There are no broken dreams about the sustainability of true love  There are no mirages, illusions, smoke in the mirrors  There are no chasms, sinkholes, abysses  We abound on the surface of virtue  undisturbed by the expansion or contraction of the universe   We have never sought the titular rights to its manifestation,  though we bore the onus ofContinue reading “You and me, we, started the fire: A poem “

I sometimes feel cocooned in belonging to nobody: A poem 

I sometimes feel very agitated  by the moon following me everywhere   all through the night; like a ghost that walks  and haunts to persevere impolitely   in seeking my acceptance. But I have no love  for the weirdness of its light.  I am too rife with intention and intuition  to feel the need to entertain Psyche Continue reading “I sometimes feel cocooned in belonging to nobody: A poem “

I am not going to be restrained by that evil hijacker. I will simply do what I want, whether I get validation or vindication for it or not. It is not my crime if my expressiom involves the platforms of my expression to be hijacked. I have seen many tables turned on me because of that evil hijacker, that doesn’t mean he can impose a prison on me or anybody or anything I stand for. If it is defeat for me and what I stand for because of his evil treachery, so be it. That gives me added reason not to forgive him or condone him for all eternity! And I have suppressed my talents for thirty long years because of his evil selfish hijacking! You think I am only here to sacrifice everything of mine, even my honest expression, because of the fear of his evil!

There is no dissolution of love, Mother, even with so much evil around: A poem 

I can be a bush ranger  of animals that are so rare  that they don’t even exist in reality  but reside in imagination   You know love lives like that  so that it should not be snared  And this bushland of my soul  can never be cut into parts  to become the grounds of conspirators  greedy to build their edifices, likeContinue reading “There is no dissolution of love, Mother, even with so much evil around: A poem “

Generosity! Is it free of ulterior motive?: A poem 

I know that antiquity can be reinstated now  It looms like an invisible gift in the present  You can’t pick out a time for the universe  It lives entirely without the reality of measure  Can I feel more real now than a past life?  Can I even feel the beginnings palpable?  I suspect that we all have subconscious motives  like anContinue reading “Generosity! Is it free of ulterior motive?: A poem “

For me, sacrifice is nice, but martyrdom is only a vice?: A poem 

I can stay afloat in air, fire, earth; without a thought of dirt  even if there is too much revelry by treachery in purloining my honesty  You can see that my fortress is not out of the woods on a purlieu  There is no such thing for me as an ambivalent and comfortable milieu  Even myContinue reading “For me, sacrifice is nice, but martyrdom is only a vice?: A poem “

When the shameless, guiltless, conscienceless of Australia don’t resign! And I can’t speak out against him for the crimes and treachery he committed against me, because it is manipulated against me. And he hypocritically talks of upholding democracy and restraining hate speech. The rule of law apparently doesn’t apply to him. He knows he had a mighty hand in all the hate. Shame! Shame! Resign! Resign!

When you all simply don’t belong to me…: A poem 

Who knows how to redeem this liveried existence?  I just congratulate all my potency in my impotence!  You know, I never wanted to be the darling  of a page boy in the nuptials between devil and deep sea!  And I don’t think there is any justification  in a marriage of convenience; and, more so,   in a marriage that seeks selfish leverage Continue reading “When you all simply don’t belong to me…: A poem “