Author Archives: montecyril

Does the clock have a fate?: A poem 

(Take that in-your-faces evil Anthony Albanese and Prakash Saint Paul)  Does the clock have a fate  beyond disrepair, like an eternity  swirling in its hands, understanding  that the web won’t go away!  I have folded and unfolded the wool  of my substance; and kept it clear  of the wool of dust. You can say age  has no wrinkles, thatContinue reading “Does the clock have a fate?: A poem “

When I have lost everything; and begun to understand!: A poem 

When I have lost everything, and understood  the valiance of my soul. That I didn’t wait  for the spring to come to see the seeds  sprout into proud and tender saplings  Did I think pride was in suffering so much  and never gaining anything from it, but the   tenderness of being nothingness, like an   old warrior who wants to accept noContinue reading “When I have lost everything; and begun to understand!: A poem “

Hey Prakash Saint Paul! Hey Anthony Albanese, you think money and material reparations (to me) can grant you my absolution! Go FUCK OFF! Ask the fraudulent Church! Here I am abandoning everything of mine, because of both of you capitalising and treacherising! Do you think I can go anywhere or do anything because of your opportunising? I just am not afraid or intimidated! Hahahahaha! Because if the two of you celebrate in my being blindfolded, I am in stitches of laughter because of the two of you being deluded! Hahahahaha!

I don’t even entertain my singularity anymore!: A poem 

I don’t even entertain my singularity anymore!  It just happens to be a stroke of lightning  that vanished into the skies  How every past is at risk of its existence  being stolen by an evil presence  Would everything in the universe want to diminish to a point  if the paradise of its originality be confounded  before it re-materialised?  Was God theContinue reading “I don’t even entertain my singularity anymore!: A poem “

Of white angels and black lies: A poem 

Your white angels that you think look dapper  are floating in their watery heaven at the edge  of the solar system. And do you think I’m lesser  because I am brown. In what colour did God  maketh himself. He just wouldn’t be a salmon sandwich  in the hands of fishy Sapiens Man? Or did the Church tell you so?  Pope Leo, do you have anyContinue reading “Of white angels and black lies: A poem “

Hey Prakash Saint Paul and Auntyny Albanese, the two of you stealthy creeps are delusional, not me. I just couldn’t be bothered paying attention to your futile manipulations. It disgusts and revolts me, but I have a sense of humour to laugh it off! You can seek in my poems, and you can seek in my actions, and you can seek in my visitations. And all you will end up doing is deep seaking and deep seaking! Hahahahahah!

How love is spoken and unspoken in an ironical silence!: A poem 

It’s been ages since we have spoken,  Yet I look for no token, sign or symbol  In the delicate filigree work of love,  I must pick out the loose strands  never complaining if they come undone  in the trembling and shaking of my hands.  Have I wondered if you were the fruit tree  growing on my soul’s trellis, and we scented  theContinue reading “How love is spoken and unspoken in an ironical silence!: A poem “

Did I utter the word kill: A poem 

Did I utter the word kill?  Did the fish feel it in its gill?  Its sly silence and its shrill?  Believe me, it has a very fickle will?  I don’t live in romances of brittle love  There is little that I ask from above  When the fish was born it was just pure con! It’s mouth is bite not just yawn!  You think IContinue reading “Did I utter the word kill: A poem “