Would I walk in the woods of the night where I don’t know if the star-spangled sky are yellow lights signaling me in or shunting me out? If I had wisdom to perceive the ribaldry of a destiny compelled by villains? But I am not going to be contemptuous of the sky or the stars, even if I am disgraced with overlying treachery! Continue reading “How to be free and obtain freedom, O Gulliver?!: A poem “
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Hey Donald Trump, I will never forgive you if you are consensual with my enemies! How come there is impunity for my enemies, and none for me! I’ll fuck you all, just watch!
Hey you most UnKingly Charles! I’ll see that you char for eternity if you try to diminish Meghan Markle; she is much more of a Queen than Camillia and Kate put together! Who deserves the throne of England? Cain (I can and am William or Abel (able) Harry?
No Hara-kiri in metaphysical Haiku of belief, Senryu and Habun!: A poem
I dream I am on a Japanese train A countryside so pristine and luscious, every grain I throw a dice, and feel beer of rice is nice! Again, I am on a Japanese train Am I an engine driver or coxswain? I lost my oar in the bloody roar! You know they branded me schizophrenic for their convenience(!), because I’m not psychotic Continue reading “No Hara-kiri in metaphysical Haiku of belief, Senryu and Habun!: A poem “
Anthony Albanese went to Solomon Islands and Penny Wong went to Fiji! Hahahahaha! And where will I go?…with a treatment order…hounded and harrassed…and intimidated by by the prospect of incarceration and confinement and evil Depo…simply for asserting myself and protecting myself and the ones I love from evil!!! Hahahahahaha!
Chicken soup for changing seasons and reflective minds: A poem
I am having chicken after ages, only shredded chicken in a soup, blessed with spice. You know, I stopped eating chicken when I was a little boy of six, when I first saw my grandma, with her steady strong hands, slit the chicken’s throat and fleece it! I started cooking rather late in my life, because I lived Continue reading “Chicken soup for changing seasons and reflective minds: A poem “
The Goldilocks zone of you, my true love!: A poem
I dreamt I was cycling in a velodrome of words But then I suddenly broke into a barricade, a blind spot! But it turned out, it was a barrage, a rain! Would I run for cover, when ideograms, pictograms, glyphs, hieroglyphs, holograms, came rushing through the sky of my imagination? Would I be buried under? When I was only hopingContinue reading “The Goldilocks zone of you, my true love!: A poem “
The rain; the clouds, the sun, the ideopraxist!: A poem
I think of rain. Its large pink drops from a grey-blue sky! Those welcome drops drunk by the earth till it is full and washes away the dust of the streets, like an anointing! I am a child again in the seventies, when the sky broke in too many places with thunder and lightning. We had no Continue reading “The rain; the clouds, the sun, the ideopraxist!: A poem “
Ah Sarah (my Jashmina)!: A poem
Ah Sarah! In all my inspiration, I could have said before the stones put my lamp out; and I were dead Your true inner beauty, only I would know Your sparkle, like an immaculate gem hidden in an ore Romeo and Juliet, poor cousins to us, would I bet had been unfortunate to face anContinue reading “Ah Sarah (my Jashmina)!: A poem “
Destiny’s silent still at my will: A poem
I keep rotating and revoluting, and yet I am still The yellow roses in my coloured pot know that’s my drill The dervish of my imagination has time to kill I am threadbare in my motion, till dusk if I will I am not lampooned by the imposition; not irate with the grill I flutter like a butterfly, like a gasp ofContinue reading “Destiny’s silent still at my will: A poem “
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