You can call me selfish, if you wish: A poem 

Though many call me selfish  I have never self-seekingly relished  It is the silent virtuous  who accepts that he may get punished  And those who want payday  will never understand what I say  I know I’m always okay  for you to judge me as you may  If there’s steel in the wheel  and there’s motionContinue reading “You can call me selfish, if you wish: A poem “

If it is not treachery, it is torture…: A poem 

If it is not treachery, it is torture  I copped it in the past; can I cop it in the future?  Will the fabric of steadfastness eventually rupture  in the relentless tide of a ruthless culture?  I am not strong, but I have strength in duty  Sheer will is a way forward for infinite beauty Continue reading “If it is not treachery, it is torture…: A poem “

I asked the Supreme if this task has an end…: A poem 

I asked the Supreme, if this task,  as long as the axis of the universe,  has an end? And he said to me:  Spread your arms to the night  and feel the heat of the tiniest speck  within you – the point of no return  and backward in its spin and trance  into simultaneous birthContinue reading “I asked the Supreme if this task has an end…: A poem “

Fishy deep sea creeps Albanese and Prakash Saint Paul are in secret clandestine cahoots with each other to commit treachery against me and bring me down to my knees. I curse them to extreme torture for eternity. Destroy the Labor Party

Hey deep sea fish Prakash Saint Paul. You are the victim (so sad) because you only feel sorry for yourself. For all the crimes and treachery you committed against me, I am not the victim, because I never feel sorry for myself.

The treacherous fish Albanese got my neighbour to complain about me for screaming and shouting. He thinks he can intimidate me? I curse that creep Albanese to have sex with Prakash Saint Paul in the deep sea for eternity!