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I am on a cloud, far away from the extremities,   reposing in no multitudes, neither relying on them;  neither mercurial nor platonic, neither hot nor cold!  But I am certainly no middleman, that you all should see!  I have never been subjunctive about my convictions!  Would you think I’d have them broken down to the treachery?  I have bloodstreams thatContinue reading “Is their checkmate of me, their own perfect foil on themselves (Hahahahahaha)?: A poem  “

Would your legions of an obtuse heaven  give you a hallucinated vision of hell?  There are strangers in the ghetto  at the peripheries of existence  who know more truth than your outdated catechismal Sunday School,  who could have revamped your wisdom (would you believe them?)  if not for all your information, which is a propagandist tool!  I could have been a lion, but would IContinue reading “These few words, and a lot to say!: A poem “

(Anthony Albanese, I don’t think your criminality should get away with the retribution you deserve; and even if you get away with it in this lifetime and you think you can attain your triumphs, my curse is on you for eternity! And comeuppance comes, believe you me, at some point in destiny! You may not rue, regret, confess, or self-admonish, you may not want to suffer for yourContinue reading “In my legendary legacy is a legato; I ask you all where is your legspace?: 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 “

(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 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 “