Jashmina, what do you reckon?: A poem 

Jashmina, do you relive my sacrifice for you  in everything that you do? Or is your conscience   just a fold in your soul, or a mountain that  expresses itself like a bridge of succour  to the one standing with the piety to exalt truth  but has to bear undeserved punishment for it?  Do you wish to perpetuate an evil and pretentiously Continue reading “Jashmina, what do you reckon?: A poem “

Would I know myself before my creation?: A poem 

Would I know if imagination came first  before I lay the sentence to rest  on a page that awaits its life  with the drop of ink on it?  Everything is a cinematic ideograph  finding its expression in its interpretation  But is your interpretation true to the idea that   was actually formulated, and could be misrepresented  Could you answerContinue reading “Would I know myself before my creation?: A poem “

Prakash Saint Paul, how much treachery are you going to commit against me and my truth and justice? Do you think I should refuse to express myself and my honesty, because you manipulate everything I think, say, and do for your benefit and survival. And do you think my shameful enemies (including you) have the right to celebrate their victories because of your evil treachery against me?

Now that you have retired Usman Khwaja; GET LOST to Gaza! Don’t just shed crocodile tears; prove it to everyone’s ears! And take Anthony Albanese and the entire hip-swaying Labor Party with you (and all Palestine sympathisers)! We don’t need you all blasphemers against me, God, here! Get fucked all of you from Leo-Capricorn!

Hey Prakash Saint Paul, you keep morphing between bodygrabber and bloodsucker to suit your convenience and destroy your victims’ sanity and sense of belonging! Now don’t resort to stealing identities, particularly mine. FUCK OFF you creep!

New York! O New York! How you gawk?!: A poem 

I can see the streets of New York City  are none too pretty; but like sub-terranean   caverns overturned from Hades, crusting out  to breathe in your apple air. And how you gawk  at your new-found dispensation. Do you look across  the Atlantic to share kindred feelings with a wooden  continent that looks to the apparently biggest object   in the nightsky, forContinue reading “New York! O New York! How you gawk?!: A poem “

PSP, the delight of evil; he stole my light!: A poem 

PSP, the delight of evil. He stole my light!…  my universe, loves, eternity; I have to fight  resiliently, to reclaim my every right  Though his treacherous, morphing, bodygrabbing and vampirism reduces my plight!  But I feel so obliged to suffer to set you all free  sublimating myself to all this torture and treachery!  I have few regrets even though those that vindicate himContinue reading “PSP, the delight of evil; he stole my light!: A poem “

The Left, Labor, Albanese, are only a communion with evil Communism!: A poem 

See their design of pretentious demographic equality!  Why don’t they, then, also share in all your penury?  How does their democracy default you with such penalty?  Would you consider your eternity in the deep sea?  Vote the Left, and let prevail the falsehoods of your Liberty?  Of course, you have a PM who talks of upholding democracy,  when he only deviously cheated his way to victory! Continue reading “The Left, Labor, Albanese, are only a communion with evil Communism!: A poem “

All this patience with treachery keeps my Paradise eternally waiting: A poem 

Do I feel my universality so screwed up,  by its humility, sublimity and patience  that I actually wish to prescribe destruction?  Hello, resilience! Does it matter to anyone else?  The insubstantiation of justice, as I keep wandering  into a hobodom of dishonesty ingratiating myself!  Each day, I wake up impregnated by distant memories  And keep trying to ignore a compelled eternal gestation  O look at allContinue reading “All this patience with treachery keeps my Paradise eternally waiting: A poem “

Conversation with the sun: A poem 

I think I can face the sun  Even if I was widowed, I haven’t lost my guns  I feel the sun’s warmth in my nostrils, inhaling it  And feel such virtue in my lungs  There is a long story of how my body parts  can still feel vigorous after being dismembered  and be pitted, one against the other  Isis only neededContinue reading “Conversation with the sun: A poem “