I think I can pat the invisible air like my long-gone pet’s hair even to spare a little consolation Does heart defy mortification? You can see I parade my emblems when the pain flagellates my anthems But I still think of pirouetting, dancing in the sky, rife with romancing necromancing Cobalt-blue pictograms fall into words as if they wereContinue reading “I somehow manage the pain: A poem “
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You whore Albanese, I curse that you get HIV or venereal disease! If you had any conscience, you would bury your head in shame; not exhibit it in all the places that you shamelessly bodygrab with your legs spread apart! I’ll fuck you to smithereens!
My gravitas can sink treachery through gravity: A poem
Even if I passed out of existence for a moment the clouds would pick me up and put me back Everyone seems to be leech-preaching to me like a torment; I don’t give a thought to such rain I don’t apologise for breaking the premises of your inclinations, I didn’t, in the first place, ask for all your invitations. A camel only prefers its desert Continue reading “My gravitas can sink treachery through gravity: A poem “
Trump, I have always placed you on a pedestal: A poem
Trump, I have always placed you on the highest pedestal But you must know there is an unavoidable, involuntary, hasty dismissal of that castle that is mined to exploitation, by the hangman’s bustle This sordid executioner who slays my protagonists with his manipulative whistle How can my magic end up so sardonic, caustic, cynic and toxic? Does that witch (PSP) haveContinue reading “Trump, I have always placed you on a pedestal: A poem “
How could you all admonish me?: A poem
(Don’t undermine God’s elasticity; forgiveness is only granted to those who deserve it!) How could you all admonish me for my dignified unacknowledged resistance? How could you think perseverance could humble to misdirected insistence? I only took the initiative to lead you away from a misnomed garden of Eden whose fruit were pruned to be eaten by ghostly hyenas arising from aContinue reading “How could you all admonish me?: A poem “
Would you dare to aspire, then?: A poem
How to say the ablest things that sound like the sounds of living wood, only that deceased with an impetuous push Would you wish the tissue against your lips, stifle the burp..stifle the ill-fated word as it fell into the laps of the world too soon to be picked up by the illegitimate referee’s whistle, in fact, a wishmaster eager toContinue reading “Would you dare to aspire, then?: A poem “
My anthology has no quietude in its (disparaging) disparateness: A poem
I collect my flowers in random methodness like an anthology with assumptions of disparateness; not just assumptions, but, sometimes, pre-emptive conclusions How did my refrains sound different at every interlude, like a poem fraught with its own contrariness? Even repetitions and alliterations being discordant! Even a paraphrase lends to the confusion Everything with parenthesis is confrontation. Continue reading “My anthology has no quietude in its (disparaging) disparateness: A poem “
This world has veneer, but no shine!: A poem
Did I sing you all a lyric that caused to make you all very sick? It didn’t make sense, because it was dense with the rhythmic gist of apocalypse! It didn’t pretend to rave and praise the magic of technology, but sage in the nature of the mind of antiquity, not a future mature in AI that can bely your limbs and imaginative eye! I am no stranger toContinue reading “This world has veneer, but no shine!: A poem “
I know you and me are above it all!: A poem
I am branded a firebrand How I long to share, this, my fire But it doesn’t matter; it is only a desire! The stars blossom into magnificent plumes at night And I ask them if I am right in believing that I share the same sky with you? A vision that intersperses and overlaps, despite the blindspot of a limited knowledge Continue reading “I know you and me are above it all!: A poem “
I am the rhabdomancer of my own divination: A poem
I think I didn’t permit this cold day, coming pat in the middle of summer, to take me roughly by the nape of my neck I did my chores unaffected by the spell, went out to the shops scantily dressed, and didn’t cover my head like a bride I have never asked the question why they call this day, Boxing Day, and I wouldn’t ventureContinue reading “I am the rhabdomancer of my own divination: A poem “