I can only warn you, you Laborers!: A poem 

The noises of a long-ongoing theatre  of shadow play from the submersibles  doesn’t deluge the starlight of my memories and convictions!  I am like an incandescent flame of myself  through every echo permeating through  each morsel of sand of destiny!  Do you think what is fated is not fated?  Or do you think your loudmouthed edictions  take the ordination awayContinue reading “I can only warn you, you Laborers!: A poem “

Would I choose those lies?: A poem 

I stood in a twilight zone  with the light forming on the horizon  and I decided I had my own route to take.  There were many gates, some of gold,  some of silver, some bronze, some iron,  and some of other alloys and metals.  I was out of whistle, but certainly not out of breath,  even with theContinue reading “Would I choose those lies?: A poem “

I am dancing; the thieves stand between me and my love!: A poem 

I am forever dancing in a room filled with thieves  Like a tree where the connivers are plucking at my leaves  Would I be a conifer spiralling out of my heels?  My roots so unearthed and flying like teals  There is a dancer so distant, though I feel her fields  And I can be certain she isContinue reading “I am dancing; the thieves stand between me and my love!: A poem “

O my pets, would Republican red be the colour of your heads (and spirit)? 

Am I being delusional in my reckoning  that animals have allegiances. A profound understanding  of ideological dimension? Do you think  they are conceived as bodies with no soul?  No embodiment beyond flesh and bones?  I’ve had all my pets visit me after they departed,  particularly, Phoenix, conveying their sadness  and gladness to me. Do you think they have   no connection with theContinue reading “O my pets, would Republican red be the colour of your heads (and spirit)? “

Immanuel Kant, is reason above everything, even above the soul?: A poem 

Yes, knowledge can’t be automatic,  We can realise that we pick up along the way!  Our senses teach us, may be, even the idiosyncracies  and our follies. Everything seems like scientific reasoning, does it not?   I can see a child at play, learning to even love,  As if love was just a mere sensation? Kant? Or emotion,  for that matter? Do you think we start withContinue reading “Immanuel Kant, is reason above everything, even above the soul?: A poem “

Nietzsche, Hesse, my identity is my own, like yours is yours!: A poem 

We are a fabric of ourselves, like a light  shining inward, without a belying education;  and shining outward in defiance!  What would we choose to be  the enemies of mankind for upholding the truth?  A truth that resolutes us and gives the firmness   of bones to our souls, should we seek leisure in falsehoods  and snap our cores? But we will never be tepid   as those fraught with deception, because we see  Continue reading “Nietzsche, Hesse, my identity is my own, like yours is yours!: A poem “

Plotinus, I see as you saw!: A poem 

What is the pursuit of happiness,  Does it boil down to achievement,   pleasure, indulgence or coveting?  We can be as unthinkingly selfish  as children are at times, giving   back love or loyalty, a rebuke!  And we can be parents who think  material gratification is the love   they owe their children. The necessary   gifts are not handed out, they are exemplified!  Was Santa the biggestContinue reading “Plotinus, I see as you saw!: A poem “

Don of La Mancha; and the windmills were a watery deluge!: A poem 

Would you believe that I am an illusionist as much   as I am fed by illusions? Would you have my powers to  discern blindfolded and deluded, then? I have never just begun to realise  the dichotomy of my love and loyalties, or the perversion of my spiritedness,  the manipulation of my thoughts, words and deeds to suit treachery   I have understood in myContinue reading “Don of La Mancha; and the windmills were a watery deluge!: A poem “

I know love survives heartbreak, because true love doesn’t break: A poem 

I can figure out the disfigurements  And make infrastructure out of every fracture  I am not a loss of ingenuity, in the overwhelmingly   intimidating connivance. Even time has no substance!  I can grow self upon self; and never forget the self  that lies buried deep under. This is a condition  of my earthliness. I don’t need archaelogy  to discover whatContinue reading “I know love survives heartbreak, because true love doesn’t break: A poem “

Epictetus, I have two ears and one mouth; but I still don’t take advice: A poem 

Epictetus, you know I believe in stoicism,  much like you; but I discern and beg to differ! There are words hidden under the pillows  of appearances, which take your comfort away  But there are many more obvious, as you wake,  that only feel soft and nurturing, but are like seeds  that breed weeds in your illusory garden!  The truthContinue reading “Epictetus, I have two ears and one mouth; but I still don’t take advice: A poem “