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These stony edifices in the hallways of time: A poem

I pick up the stones in their mute testimony to the silence of my soul speaking a fire where the rise of the mountain falls to the shore and fire and air become one like a Universe-beatified vista of encumbering beauty(!), sensed in the edifice of my dreams, where the pebbles are brick-layered into anContinue reading “These stony edifices in the hallways of time: A poem”

If the cops come, I’ll attack them with a knife…no matter how dizzy I am!

I’m getting a streaking pain in the left side of my chest and my body is feeling weak and I am going cold. But I don’t take back my words. I am going to teach you all a lesson for showing me such scant respect for all the suffering and sacrifice I’ve been through for you all, in any case. I am prepared now to walk to my death!!!

And if they taser me their generations and generations will have their hands chopped off for eternity. I curse that!

Tell that Anthony Albanese to COMMIT SUICIDE! The shameless CREEP has taken advantage of all the odds against me to cheat his way to victory. May he have conjoined sex with Prakash Saint Paul for eternity!!!

Let those murderous cops come! I’ll attack them with a knife! And let them murder me like they did innocent Dezi Freeman, who was provoked to death. So, that should ultimately give that evil, treacherous cheat Anthony Albanese the victory and cause the Liberals (Angus Taylor) or Donald Trump or whoever it is, eternal damnation for murdering me!

I don’t want Prakash Saint Paul!

Death is better than dangling between two evils: A reblog

Listen! I am being pushed over the edge, and I am not going down without fighting (collateral damage)!: A poem

I am reminiscing For only reminiscence can defy gravity, predicament, light, time, space Like a childhood recreated in my backyard that swings on a clumsy rope tied to a mango! And I tell the child to stop oscillating Freedom is only found within one’s self No one else can guarantee it! I am no angelContinue reading “Listen! I am being pushed over the edge, and I am not going down without fighting (collateral damage)!: A poem”

Behind the mind’s eye: A poem

I shut my face in my palms in the odd damp night where words fall like a breeze out of a closet. And my eyes are air-tight like a wood-box treasure chest that’s locked and has no key so that even Schrödinger’s cat can’t get back in! And the moon is sloshed out like aContinue reading “Behind the mind’s eye: A poem”