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I can tell you that there can be darkness  in a hallway with all the lights on  That you can feel ever so confident  of your step, and still be blind  That the universe of your aspirations  only displays your utter poverty  That you may have been a veteran thespian  but still never have actedContinue reading “What would you, please…?: A poem “

I asked myself   when I hurt my thumb  before I touched the rose:   Am I safer then?  Blood and sweat could be in vain  Is a figment of fantasy a sin?  Where does sin begin?  In the realisation that you are simplicity’s drought?  In the endeavour to take you out?  Is fiction, the key to progress, a crime?  Is this murder of reality far worseContinue reading “Was the illusory flower the deflowering of freedom?: A poem “

There is a heavy stone that I have borne,  an undeserved rapining curse on my throne  My sacrifice, I thought, was what had shone  But how helpless am I?! No vindication, all alone!  Does the first and oldest primordial star  only burn to be fated star-crossed by far?  Does evil have a legitimacy of indelibleContinue reading “I am just, right now, feeling too futile: A poem “

A river of words parted like hair,  parted by a Moses of impromptu  And a country of ideas, in the desert, is born  But could Adonai bless the Negev, enveloped by storm?!  Could the Dead Sea ever have more spring than salt  if the circle of the tormentor never came to a halt?  We could subsist on theContinue reading “Oblivion in paper and pen; and the self-exile: A poem “

I don’t want Centrelink payment!  It doesn’t fit my raiment  It is only Prakash Saint Paul’s garment  to treacherise me and torment!   I want to be nobody’s child  Because belonging can’t be my guild  Prakash Saint Paul’s thick and unseemly hide  swallows everything that I ride!   And I am replete with truth inside  It is Prakash Saint Paul who always lied  You all know itContinue reading “I don’t want Centrelink payment!: A poem “

I wish to be bedazzled by the devilry  of the sun. Though, I think  it has been a rather cold spring  as if a season can bring  with it, its nondescript mockery of everything  I owe it to the fleeting sky  that the sun is not always in my eye  November rain doesn’t cause me pain  Though I wonder how swift the year hasContinue reading “What does this cold spring bring?: A poem “

They tried to cut off my feet  as if it were a cardboard cutting  to pull me out like knitting  away from my haloed ground  But I am not unwitting  like a kite in a sky of terror  attached to the twine of captors   I am not headless in a headwind  my arms have lengths of flying dragons   I amContinue reading “Aerodynamics beat chicanery: A poem “