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Like I said, when I say FUCK YOU ALL, I mean FUCK YOU ALL! I don’t want anybody at all!

Just a little sardonic laugh at the Left at my side, often calling itself Australia(?!): A poem

Anthony Albanese, should you choose what fate you should meet? Do you prefer loads of rice, or does it have you beat? Or do fish fancy, a pansy, a lot of bread of wheat? Or my cock and bull actually gets you to eat a lot of beefy cow-meat? If I could only figure out what suits your marinated teeth? I’d like toContinue reading “Just a little sardonic laugh at the Left at my side, often calling itself Australia(?!): A poem “

Archangel Gabriel, you gay lunatic and beggar!: A poem

Archangel Gabriel wherefrom did you arise into the realm of humanity? You were a depth in the deep sea, where you lay driveling like a swine You are a gay icon, like never knowing your colours between green and brine You are a heavenly piece of shit, like you’d be swinging on a vine! Did you come thus farContinue reading “Archangel Gabriel, you gay lunatic and beggar!: A poem “

Carl Jung: The empath, the archetype; and what is a warped reality?: A poem

What do you venture to describe in the years where the mist gathers over you like a blanket and falls down on you like a spiritual rain, so dense that it condenses your analytical rationale into a madness that you fear?! And do you tread into it like it were your own anima, shining its light on you, albeit whatContinue reading “Carl Jung: The empath, the archetype; and what is a warped reality?: A poem “

One battle after another! Or The Jungian caution of gift and liability!: A poem

There is a revelation that not only comes from a historical perspective garnered from your soul; but also, an attentive education from another highly aware soul. That we know our matches and mismatches of wisdom, and we know the incongruities that exist as friends (how distant they may seem) as also our enemies (how near they are to us). Do weContinue reading “One battle after another! Or The Jungian caution of gift and liability!: A poem “

Jashmina are the echoes of my poetry resonant to you?: A poem

You know Jashmina, maleficence is not my munition! Neither is fakeish foppishness my fortress! I am certain that peerless purity is my beauty! Even though no one believes there is anything as pure as can be! Can my purity be undermined by my angst about you? Did my sacrifice for you be screeched into verbosity? You know that it was a silent edifice for all eternity! Only, sometimes, a brevity in myContinue reading “Jashmina are the echoes of my poetry resonant to you?: A poem “

You know Milo of Croton, I am much too strong even for you!: A poem

There was Milo of Croton, so strong that he won Olympic titles six-times over, and innumerably so many other titles, his legend was carved in statues and romantic literature down the ages. He even carried his own bronze statue. I have not sought fame and yet borne immense burdens! You know Milo, you only started with carrying a calfContinue reading “You know Milo of Croton, I am much too strong even for you!: A poem “

Just a lesson in self-perspective, not a treatise in expression of grief!: A poem

I know there are limits to fortitude, to the ability to endure pain. Especially when you think you have no recourse to anyone; or you simply don’t want to express your emotion. How do you emote (to calibrate pain in the baldness of expression), as if its expression, itself, would leave you inconvenienced and sanguinelessly frustrated! And your pain is so myriad that you can’t even locate it; That its sensationContinue reading “Just a lesson in self-perspective, not a treatise in expression of grief!: A poem “

Rosenkreutz, the Rosy Cross, and the alchymical wedding: A poem

Did Christian Rosenkreutz ever live? And did he ever die? Like a silent pledge over centuries, the embodiment of a secret existence, when the leaking of the Fama Fraternitas set a flurry of intellectual angst all over Europe that became an unfulfilled pursuit of what could not be found in texts and could not be sought in a Lodge of practice? Was itContinue reading “Rosenkreutz, the Rosy Cross, and the alchymical wedding: A poem “

Jashmina, is there any cause left for heeding?: A poem

The overlooming persistence of PSP’s treachery carnates like an animated perennial smog over New Delhi! So, should I train my guns on my own armies because I fail to exorcise them off him? There is no sacredness in the feigning of loyalties to my enemies. And I shudder to think I may have to bequeath them my soul or my energy, that they should thus claim rampant illegitimate victory out ofContinue reading “Jashmina, is there any cause left for heeding?: A poem “