It wouldn’t cause my death if my poetry was consigned to oblivion, but would I feel my death if I would abandon it altogether I construct a creation that teaches me to live to die and die to live The life of a short-lived fragrance and flower each day to perennially relive I have seldom reckoned that life, in its complexity, is very simple IContinue reading “Should I blame my own creation for the existence of Beelzebub?: A poem “
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PSP, do you realise the default of your treachery?: A poem
PSP, I feel so encouraged by your relentless ignoble deception, that this treachery can beguile me, but I still laugh at your desperation, because it gives me the determination to return your cabal with capability though I have no inclination to see the damages done to my loves and loyalties I have an imagination to defy perpetual perpetratorsContinue reading “PSP, do you realise the default of your treachery?: A poem “
Destiny will never desert the righteous: A poem
Did you think you deserve to be taken beyond Anubis into the highest chambers and be absolved by the verdict of Maat? Or better still, be whisked past the gathering of celestials and cherubs blowing mellifluous tunes on golden trumpets, and grace the highest abodes? I am certain, wickedness never condoled its hapless victims, so it should not be condoned. You think my heart should swell with benevolence at your begging whine, now that your own insolentContinue reading “Destiny will never desert the righteous: A poem “
Do we see a bad moon arising, or just keep eyeballing the fish of the sea?: A poem
You can tell me that you gave the world love when the Old T was out paged by the New Or hide that your baptismal waters broke off the umbilical cord with the truth So, it must manifest the imposing false light and spread all over from the Ephesians to the Corinthians and the Acts of a lying actor who despisedContinue reading “Do we see a bad moon arising, or just keep eyeballing the fish of the sea?: A poem “
I somehow manage the pain: A poem
I think I can pat the invisible air like my long-gone pet’s hair even to spare a little consolation Does heart defy mortification? You can see I parade my emblems when the pain flagellates my anthems But I still think of pirouetting, dancing in the sky, rife with romancing necromancing Cobalt-blue pictograms fall into words as if they wereContinue reading “I somehow manage the pain: A poem “
You whore Albanese, I curse that you get HIV or venereal disease! If you had any conscience, you would bury your head in shame; not exhibit it in all the places that you shamelessly bodygrab with your legs spread apart! I’ll fuck you to smithereens!
My gravitas can sink treachery through gravity: A poem
Even if I passed out of existence for a moment the clouds would pick me up and put me back Everyone seems to be leech-preaching to me like a torment; I don’t give a thought to such rain I don’t apologise for breaking the premises of your inclinations, I didn’t, in the first place, ask for all your invitations. A camel only prefers its desert Continue reading “My gravitas can sink treachery through gravity: A poem “
Trump, I have always placed you on a pedestal: A poem
Trump, I have always placed you on the highest pedestal But you must know there is an unavoidable, involuntary, hasty dismissal of that castle that is mined to exploitation, by the hangman’s bustle This sordid executioner who slays my protagonists with his manipulative whistle How can my magic end up so sardonic, caustic, cynic and toxic? Does that witch (PSP) haveContinue reading “Trump, I have always placed you on a pedestal: A poem “
How could you all admonish me?: A poem
(Don’t undermine God’s elasticity; forgiveness is only granted to those who deserve it!) How could you all admonish me for my dignified unacknowledged resistance? How could you think perseverance could humble to misdirected insistence? I only took the initiative to lead you away from a misnomed garden of Eden whose fruit were pruned to be eaten by ghostly hyenas arising from aContinue reading “How could you all admonish me?: A poem “
Would you dare to aspire, then?: A poem
How to say the ablest things that sound like the sounds of living wood, only that deceased with an impetuous push Would you wish the tissue against your lips, stifle the burp..stifle the ill-fated word as it fell into the laps of the world too soon to be picked up by the illegitimate referee’s whistle, in fact, a wishmaster eager toContinue reading “Would you dare to aspire, then?: A poem “