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What should I see at an age when I should have witnessed some sort of resolution?: A poem 

Would you wonder if aspiration lives in other animated beings?  Does anyone go lame or mute because they cannot imagine it?  How do simple forms aspire, where does aspiration stem from?  Did it come out cold from the waters, till then, was life was only meant   for silent design? How have we evolved in a premature burst  so suddenly over a mere century; andContinue reading “What should I see at an age when I should have witnessed some sort of resolution?: A poem “

Jesus proclaimed himself `Je suis’ `I am’. James humbly said `I am not’. And Saint Paul lecherously said, ‘I want all’! And Albanese, you Pope Clement V, did you `Ban Allah’ or did you `Ban all the righteous and sovereign to their knees’

What is conviction, when I just can’t seem to convince anybody?!: A poem 

(What happens when love is hijacked and falls apart?)  Were you not the one who anointed me with  sacred unction, way back then in a time-space  when the absolute real love and light was all that mattered  and the euphoria was all prevalent! How is it so  languished in oblivion, so far from memory that  none have the courage to evenContinue reading “What is conviction, when I just can’t seem to convince anybody?!: A poem “

To Hemmingway, Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath: A poem 

(Do you think I should fancy girls and women now, Archangel Gabriel? Saint Jacinta never had any virginity, she had Alban)  Are we hieratic or just maverick or manic?  Like sanity is a misplaced word between lines  carved in a Rosetta Stone, whose decipherings  may have deceived all. The true language being untold.  And its true meaning, only lost in such misconceived translations!  Is poetryContinue reading “To Hemmingway, Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath: A poem “

I went to look for gloves…: A poem 

I went to look for gloves in a familiar store,  but they didn’t have any; not the sparring ones,  but the ones to keep my fingers warm.  You know, however, sometimes I’d like a few brave folk  to help me by sparring for me!  There never seems to be anyone around, even near and dear ones.  Are you all out toContinue reading “I went to look for gloves…: A poem “

Hey Nibiru, do you think you can frustrate me and disillusion me by defeating all my friends. FUCK OFF! I will never forgive you! Neither will I forgive Prakash Saint Paul or Anthony Albanese! No matter where Albanese parks his car! Hahahahahahahaha! As far as I am concerned, the more treacherous yopu all get, the more you are all destined for your doom! Take that! Hahahahahahaha!

Hey Prakash Saint Paul, what desperate new stunt are you trying? You know how desperately in love Anthony Albanese is with you? Because his desperate survival depends on your treachery of me? Hahahahahahaha! Donald Trump is dead because I don’t want that No. 4 person who moved into the block as my friend! Poor Albanese and poor you, how desperate are you all to compromise me? Hahahahahaha! You know that cunt with thorns in it, Gabrielle Williams, trying to hunt me down on the streets of Dandenong! Just reminds me of what a witch of an Archangel Gabriel she is, just like you! Hahahahahaha! And the woman in No. 10 trying to defraud me and spy on me at Albanese’s behest. Hahahahahaha!Thank you! You know that woman’s husband reminds me of you, Prakash Saint Paul! Why is he not living with her? Becuase he is a gay, like you! He made a gay pass at me! Try all you may to blindfold me! You were very successful in the past weren’t you from blindfolding me? Prakash Saint Paul have a very good laugh with Anthony Albanese in the conniving backdrop! I really love to see you all evil laugh at my expense! Hahahahahahaha!