Since Prakash Sait Paul will never go to his Piscean deep-sea home, I will never be to any fixed orbit borne You should see why I have never shone Even though every star in the universe is in my planetarium’s dome I am just not going to lodge, though I’m not going to budge, NotContinue reading “I’m just on a road to nowhere!: A poem”
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I want that fishy lump of corruption Anthony Albanese to resign this very instant and dissolve the entire Labor Party. I just have no patience left any more! I’m just going to cause wanton destruction! Jashmina, you don’t try to manipulate me anymore, GET FUCKED!! If that Prakash Saint Paul doesn’t go to the Piscean deep sea abyss where he belongs, and continues to commit treachery against me, I’ll curse his brothers and sisters and their families, his ancestors, his mother and father, and the entire Shetty clan to rape, destruction and torture for eternity along with that fishy Anthony Albanese and his family and ancestors! Fuck you all! My patience has run out. I want total destruction! Let the world be destroyed, if the perverts Prakash Saint Paul and Anthony Albanese are not destroyed!!! I curse Anthony Albanese to have a paralytic stroke this instant!
You rapist bitch Jashmina, sodomising me all the time. Get fucked with those two fishy creeps Prakash Saint Paul and Anthony Albanese into the Piscean deep sea. Since you prefer those two criminals and treacherisers over me. Get fucked with them. I don’t want you anymore!
Hey Labor Party, you are not the Australian Government; and neither is your pot of deep-sea shit Albanese – Australian! You are all bigger terrorists than Hisb-ul-Tahrir! You all should be rounded up and imprisoned for life! I would like Iran to warn you all, like it did Europe, of dire consequences!
What do you call love?: A poem
Did the origins begin with love, when God found its profundity, and its euphoria in its newness; Did he think it was an eventuality? Or did he somehow shudder, later, at discovering the burden of weight of its emotions, and feel the fear of it? Would he have anticipated his metaphoric castration when it was snatched away from him? Continue reading “What do you call love?: A poem “
I knew my soul, and I knew my love, and I knew it was always besieged!: A poem
I can see the sun hitting the tall steeples where I squinted my eyes, as a little astonished boy even wondering that those stained-glass windows were a profanity. And the shadows of legacy stalking me, in my innocence, and I discerned the surreptitious! I am not blinded by whitewashing from pulpits. I can bring out the devis and devas Continue reading “I knew my soul, and I knew my love, and I knew it was always besieged!: A poem “
I’m just on a road to nowhere!: A poem
Since Prakash Sait Paul will never go to his Piscean deep-sea home, I will never be to any fixed orbit borne You should see why I have never shone Even though every star in the universe is in my planetarium’s dome I am just not going to lodge, though I’m not going to budge, Not to collude with anyContinue reading “I’m just on a road to nowhere!: A poem “
I’ll fuck that Neo Ark Cradle!: A poem
Your bull’s labyrinth is certainly no silver castle I don’t want to borrow from the night, its ship that lodged itself in the biggest deserts. I never had cats for pets. You can say that I never liked any of those misbegotten civilisations that conspired against me; be they Egyptian, Sumerian, Babylonian or Indus! You can see that Moses (Akhenaten) was not wrong in wanting to turn EgyptContinue reading “I’ll fuck that Neo Ark Cradle!: A poem “
I am being overloaded with the talk of the goodness of listening; but sorry, I am not going to listen! Fuck off!: A poem
(You dirty creep Prakash Saint Paul, I’ll still keep challenging you, even if Trump dies out of you and your minions eating, sodomising and rapining him! Didn’t your evil Piscean deep sea make so many of my heroes die cruelly and prematurely all through history! Did that daunt me?) Your psychology is like a fishContinue reading “I am being overloaded with the talk of the goodness of listening; but sorry, I am not going to listen! Fuck off!: A poem “
The beauty of love is snapped shut in cages by the wisdom of the wicked!: A poem
(I never ever felt daunted by them making my Jashmina part of the treason and Matrix against me! Shame on the Matrix of Prakash Saint Paul and the Piscean deep sea! Do you all connive to make my honesty about my suffering seem like crying to facilitate and abet the treason against me?) I had nimblyContinue reading “The beauty of love is snapped shut in cages by the wisdom of the wicked!: A poem “
