Oh how the Church mouth-farts! Pope UnLeo, you chameleon!: A poem

Oh! How the evil church mouth-farts To avoid my implicit becoming wrath Just so that it doesn’t get its deserved comeuppance By checkmating me at every chance! So, how come when I was living with my sister Maxie Benedict They connivingly elected Pope Benedict And then, when I was visiting my Mum, Maria Francisca, forContinue reading “Oh how the Church mouth-farts! Pope UnLeo, you chameleon!: A poem”

Yes, yet, though I am bankrupted by the overwhelming evil design, I am still with laughter!!!: A poem

O! How did I walk the world?! Walk the Universe?! Biting back the tears, should I have hoped to reverse everything, as if there was a magic key in the soul of me But I am only trapezing in a history older than sunshine, when I just have to always confront the prospect of losingContinue reading “Yes, yet, though I am bankrupted by the overwhelming evil design, I am still with laughter!!!: A poem”

What am I hiding? What am I seeking?: A poem

Outside, I see the morning crawl in a customary scrawl across my window. Inside, I feel a particular calm, as if the jaded sun, somehow, slipped under the cover of the clouds that seemed determined to create an occlusion, and fell into my arms; only to set alight my fingers treading on the keyboard, whereuponContinue reading “What am I hiding? What am I seeking?: A poem”

What should I say is wisdom?: A poem

Sometimes, I think that I am alone in the neighbourhood, like all my neighbours disappeared behind closed doors, and when they reappeared I’d see them like shadows on the walls, devoid of substance or undeserving of  mutual reciprocity. No, there is no insanity on the streets, only a bipolarism, I suspect! For, haven’t they discoveredContinue reading “What should I say is wisdom?: A poem”

Why is God waiting? Is there justice in unforgiveness?: A poem

Did I take the bridge between the profanities of this world and the sacred, where I find myself on a hill at the circumference, like Moses at the juncture of the telling code, being spelt from the bushfire, when he becomes spitfire to break the golden calf and spiro his Supernal legacies, if he hadContinue reading “Why is God waiting? Is there justice in unforgiveness?: A poem”

At what hour is eternity for you and me (my baby girl)?: A poem

Seems like even the stars shadow play That is why they make the night their day I just remember that day, when I thought I’d walk away But I never made that change, I only came your way! A new country, that I found to dance and sway You know I always thought love andContinue reading “At what hour is eternity for you and me (my baby girl)?: A poem”

The perjurers actually have the gall to accuse others of felony!: A poem

You and me We are the lemon tree! And they thought they could add water, to make you the devil’s daughter! I just think I oughtta gotcha Or else I’ll play botcher You know `mon’ as in my Not the moon that seems nigh The orthography of history is thrust in utter mystery And theyContinue reading “The perjurers actually have the gall to accuse others of felony!: A poem”