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Hey Albanese, you disgusting creep!: A poem

Hey Albanese, you disgusting bodygrabbing creep You stinking fish….How did you frog leap? To snatch what your bilious stomach can keep With your treacherous crimes against me, how do you sleep? You may think you can get away You may think you can celebrate today But you can’t imagine, how I’ll end your life’s day And the deep sea will be your eternal stay My curseContinue reading “Hey Albanese, you disgusting creep!: A poem “

Does treachery have a guilt trip?: A poem

I am talking to myself and my walls as I feel reverberated with gumption that has no definition; but just happens like a breeze that becomes fecund like a premature bloom that challenges the regularity of nature’s patterns like an extempore who discovers his outspokenness suddenly but has no listeners. But am I to blameContinue reading “Does treachery have a guilt trip?: A poem “

Forgiveness is your own measure, not anyone else’s: A poem

You may think forgiveness is your pearl that you may bequeath to an enemy so, he can adorn as his own gem There is more courage in being brave, in the ability to call a spade a spade Nonchalance is the spirit of the greatest age when you believe: receive what one deserves For magnanimity should not involve undermining Continue reading “Forgiveness is your own measure, not anyone else’s: A poem “

I should sue Anthony Albanese for the crimes he has committed against me.

Gilgamesh sought immortality, in futility: A poem

You think those alleged gods would share their watery powers, when they came to Earth in their spaceships, floating on the rivers of Sumeria? That they would create an Eden that was welcome to the native beasts of the planet? But Eden was a forbidden place; but for Sapiens Man While those captives were only doctored to work inContinue reading “Gilgamesh sought immortality, in futility: A poem “

Thank you for your hushed up version of me: A poem

Thank you for your hushed up version of me I can hear you whispering of my greatness in your anxious heated contentions over me But I only awake to an invisible tree of me from seeds that were flung dedicatedly, and not randomly, by the aimed intentions of the gardener I can say I have worked atContinue reading “Thank you for your hushed up version of me: A poem “

What do you see in my black and white?: A poem

I may spit out an objective phrase like the first stroke in a game of pool and think it was miscued all over the place But you may fit it straight in the pocket of wisdom, like a dart hitting bullseye And there may be an apparition out of random words meant to be only poetic that percolate exactnessContinue reading “What do you see in my black and white?: A poem “

Prakash Saint Paul, you ought to be flogged and tortured for eternity. You know that better than anybody else. But you won’t acknowledge it, because you have no shame, no guilt, no conscience!

You all ought to know that my undisclosed lifelong suffering has taken all the energy out of me. It is so unbearable now, it is sucking out what’s left of me. I just feel that shame upon those who make this their opportunity. Thank you to the very few who vindicate me with empathy. My resilience is only sustaining out of sheer courage and sense of duty!

Weren’t you with me since the beginning of creation?: A poem

You were with me ever since the beginning of creation So, you know where all my treasures I have hidden I can’t compare my love for you with just about anything For it is best left speechless in its wonderstruck estimating You can gift me all my dignity and take it away with sudden treachery These wounds resoundContinue reading “Weren’t you with me since the beginning of creation?: A poem “