The truth dies in dirt; the lie doesn’t hide in its hovel: A poem 

Would the bird question the cruel weather  if it could speak a word from its tortured soul?  Could that word turn an apocalypse into a creation  that undressed it from prior evil to be free of future evil?  If God pronounced his verdict with a timely gravitas  that benumbed all the evil that overwhelmed him  that those who soughtContinue reading “The truth dies in dirt; the lie doesn’t hide in its hovel: A poem “

The eternal garden is being destroyed: A poem 

(Anthony Albanese, you don’t take advantage of my grief like you always have, I’ll fuck you!)  I feel like an eternal garden  that each moment is having its flowers squished  one by one, by an evil invader  The pain is percolating through the veins, through the nerves  Who can tell that the gardener is himself, the garden? The bushesContinue reading “The eternal garden is being destroyed: A poem “

Would God commit suicide?: A poem 

I am living my life  in the plurality of deceit  not just plurality, but manifold  This immense pain (torture)  has killed my forever fluorescence  I always thought duty   was a pre-eminent thing  Would it be a sky that suddenly fell to the floor?  Even large edifices crumble after being relentlessly eaten by rodents  Can the deathContinue reading “Would God commit suicide?: A poem “

Hey Jashmina, I am going to commit suicide! This torture is very very very unbearable. I just want to get rid of Prakash Saint Paul. It is very very selfish of Prakash Saint Paul, Anthony Albanese or any of my enemies to take advantage of this vulnerability. There can be no justice done with Prakash Saint Paul around and you abetting my enemies. I curse that the world is destroyed after I commit suicide!

I dreamed about my Dad: A poem 

I dreamed…  that I was standing under a tree  and my Dad fell into my arms   like a leaf  And when I turned the leaf over  in my palms,  it became an encumbering star  I could hear the echoes of the universe  laughing along with my jubilation  that my Dad was returned to me  I just battled all ofContinue reading “I dreamed about my Dad: A poem “

I dreamed about my Dad: A poem 

I dreamed…  that I was standing under a tree  and my Dad fell into my arms   like a leaf  And when I turned the leaf over  in my palms,  it became an encumbering star  I could hear the echoes of the universe  laughing along with my jubilation  that my Dad was returned to me  I just battled all ofContinue reading “I dreamed about my Dad: A poem “

Jashmina, please understand! How much torture and suffering can I cop? Please don’t keep working with, and abetting the conspiracy against me! I am past 61! I did my duty even when I was exhausted and had no energy in me with all the torture and suffering? Please Jashmina, I am tired of suffering so much and having no recourse to anyone or anything. I have suffered patiently for eternity! How can justice and truth keep being waylaid and defeated?

There were much war and destruction in the world. It had to be done to put out evil. Western Europe, please stop vindicating evil and treachery! Please stop being selfish! It is Prakash Saint Paul’s relentless hijacking (bodygrabbing) and vampiring that caused the world so much pain, not Putin’s or Benjamin Netanyahu’s. This world must not be handed over to the Moon. All the left wing and Labor Parties of the world should be dismantled, they are evil. Western Europe, it is your last chance! Destroy that Prakash Saint Paul, kick him out of the universe; or be damned for eternity!

I’m sorry Putin, for making you fight a war for me. It was not your crime, even though they are all blaming you and punishing you for it. Western Europe is always very high-handed. And treachery always abets them. Who is going to teach them their lessons?