Fuck off Centrelink! You pretentious pimps!: A poem 

I don’t need your fucking falsehoods, your fagotty figs  Your piddly potion of poison paying me with pain  Your dish of devious design, no delicatessen, but dregs  I am subject to a stitch of tyranny added with taint  You can take away this tarnish of trauma off my taste   Get Lost! Get Lost! Withdraw this waste around my waist!  Or I’ll pulverise youContinue reading “Fuck off Centrelink! You pretentious pimps!: A poem “

Sita, must we remember only to forget?: A poem  

I remember the salubrious fruits we shared  in our little thatched home in a forest in the foothills Our exile did not recluse us like hermits, but we were  adored by gatherings of all the lovely animals  in a cohabitation, likened to the meeting of unicorn and lion  And we shared honey with the bears,Continue reading “Sita, must we remember only to forget?: A poem  “

I must, first, worship in my own temples: A poem 

I just think of Spica, how she rolls  into the morning sky, like a bright  princess; And I am torn between my   obligations to others, and duties to  myself. It doesn’t inflame my   desperation, but lights up my sublimity  But I must feel love for my own earth  gifted to me by Virgo, and as much love  the Agni that was causedContinue reading “I must, first, worship in my own temples: A poem “

Just without myself and within myself: A poem 

(Fuck off Prakash Saint Paul! You are fish, not fire, earth or air!)  I didn’t have the patience, at any point in my life, to watch sunrise or sunset  They were not enigmatic to me, the pictures of the world darkening or lightening  I didn’t even relish the subtleties or outpourings of nature, as much as I wondered  in a fantasy of creation; enlivening charactersContinue reading “Just without myself and within myself: A poem “

Elon Musk, I want to free you off evil PSP’s rust!: A poem 

Elon Musk, I want to free you of evil PSP’s rust!  He always grinds my steel and concrete to dust  He is so spidery, he tries to morph into the sun  Such that your endeavour can’t be won!  But I won’t let him bag the Sun or Mars  Even if he carjacks all my Mum’s cars!  I’ll smote him every time, dear Musk,  spearContinue reading “Elon Musk, I want to free you off evil PSP’s rust!: A poem “

Clearing the pathway for destiny: A poem 

I’ve been walking with a sickle  clearing the undergrowth  to pave the way for destiny  I don’t want to marry the moon  to be my providence,  smiling villainously at me,  like blood on my hands.  I won’t leave (I know who is) my true consort and   soulmate behind, even though  I’ve often had to relinquish love  for its own survival; all the gold  of encumbrancesContinue reading “Clearing the pathway for destiny: A poem “

Jashmina, what do you reckon?: A poem 

Jashmina, do you relive my sacrifice for you  in everything that you do? Or is your conscience   just a fold in your soul, or a mountain that  expresses itself like a bridge of succour  to the one standing with the piety to exalt truth  but has to bear undeserved punishment for it?  Do you wish to perpetuate an evil and pretentiously Continue reading “Jashmina, what do you reckon?: A poem “

Would I know myself before my creation?: A poem 

Would I know if imagination came first  before I lay the sentence to rest  on a page that awaits its life  with the drop of ink on it?  Everything is a cinematic ideograph  finding its expression in its interpretation  But is your interpretation true to the idea that   was actually formulated, and could be misrepresented  Could you answerContinue reading “Would I know myself before my creation?: A poem “

Prakash Saint Paul, how much treachery are you going to commit against me and my truth and justice? Do you think I should refuse to express myself and my honesty, because you manipulate everything I think, say, and do for your benefit and survival. And do you think my shameful enemies (including you) have the right to celebrate their victories because of your evil treachery against me?