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 “
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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!
Hey Albanese resign; what are you trying to save face after all the crimes you committed?
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 “