Author Archives: montecyril

Do you think I am a round-faced coin  to be tossed by unwieldy hands  shouting heads or tails at destiny?  `I’ am not the nominative case of your verb of sacrifice  Neither am I its nomenclature   You can’t beset me anymore with the vulgarity of villainy  It is not my volition to feed the beast  I just want to sit with myself, like aContinue reading “I just want to sit by myself; without encumbrances: A poem “

Don’t try to feed the monster through me;  It is not my sustenance, it is not my lifeline  I am no graveyard with a single yew  that needs your condolences. Thank you!  You have made me nude to treachery; laid me bare  When I told you, it was enough! You didn’t care  I think, Centrelink should just about slink away  fromContinue reading “I just don’t think I want Centrelink payments anymore!: A poem “

If I could ask you how my love for you could be lost  And again, ask you, to myself, at what a cost?!  How would you answer that demand of love from me  If you chose to be loyal to my enemies, more than you do me!  And I, in silence, have never claimed to be your victim  ThoughContinue reading “If I could ask you….: A poem “

I do not want to bathe in the light of the night  if it were to be engraved in my soul  Neither do I want to be entombed in a day  that to me is light that doesn’t burn bright!    I don’t look forward to eclipses,  you can call the lives in the waves any colour of exotica you like,  I am solidly entrenched on land; even if theContinue reading “I do not want the predicament of freedom in fraud!: A poem “

(You know the more I love you, the more he (PSP) will persevere to use you against me!)  You know I walked through all the forests  of the universe; wondering if all its trees  were standing in salutation. I could be   perplexed, but I didn’t ask who was  getting all the oblation, adoration   and ovation. I could manage somehow  the Golgotha thatContinue reading “I have seen the luminosity of your love in the darkness: A poem “

Yes, I am self-absorbed, you can even call it self-obsessed  There is a ripening in my narrative of wisdom  It was earned as much as it was self-tutored  I live in its realm, breathe in its realm  It is the only fragrance of the Paradise  that was lost to me, even in dreams   but for a few sad heartsContinue reading “You can all brand me as narcissist (I just couldn’t be bothered): A poem “

I think, therefore, I am…  And with a mind reflecting conscience and soul,  would anyone wish that it have absence of conversation with itself?  Wise people listen, most, to themselves  they are not convoluted by the jugglery of partisans  and have no borrowed prejudices altering their state of mind  One must never be infiltrated by vested interests  And one mustn’t sacrifice convictionsContinue reading “I think, therefore, I am…: A poem “