Was the consummation between Jesus and Lazarus a sacred mystery?: A poem 

Was it communion or consumption, when John the Baptist  so resolutely baptised everyone in the waters of Galilee.  And did John the Baptist cynically ask Jesus the question:  Are you the one that you say you are? Even prophecy can be   adulterated at the hands of knowledge. Was it a symbiotic necessity  between ages? Not actually an epiphany! I should say, the starContinue reading “Was the consummation between Jesus and Lazarus a sacred mystery?: A poem “

Sometimes, with all my allegiances; I still feel I want to be nobody’s child!: A poem 

Could I have been a mere piece of rock  floating among an unseemly wall of rocks  between Mars and Jupiter? How something   was blown apart to form a wall?! A wall that   was meant not to mitigate conflict, but form a   divisive boundary between claimed and retained.   We lived like this, to survive the cruelty of a distant   ruthless heaven and challenge its evil from breaking   us metaphorically and literally apart!  How theContinue reading “Sometimes, with all my allegiances; I still feel I want to be nobody’s child!: A poem “

How I feel this annihilative exile!!: A poem 

I write on a piece of paper, then,  I scratch out what I’ve written  and crush the piece of paper   between fierce fingers! Could action  be as vehement as thought? I only feel  my libido in my mind, there is no real  sex with anyone! And I am no narcissist  to want to tactilely love myself. When did  IContinue reading “How I feel this annihilative exile!!: A poem “

Would it be that I abandon you all?: A poem 

I just feel a dawn breaking over the night sky  so suddenly, that I forgot it was ever night!  Like imagining the afterthought of a nightmare  or a safer pitfall of falling into a new illusory dream!  Sometimes escapism is more legitimate than it seems!  Would I suggest that I have cut off some patterns  or all, like discovering myContinue reading “Would it be that I abandon you all?: A poem “

I don’t think James the Just (Or Ouranos) was a Canadian Muslim or a Muslim at all, would it be apt to mention?: A poem 

(Could I call no moon day, and quieten the seas?)  Would I be a transmigrating hobo  riding a streetcar named desire  without any blazing fire  thrusting the atoms of my anatomy  into a dust of noise, for the boys  of destiny who lust for flaccid thighs!  I thought I saw redemption in my true love’s eyes  Would I believe inContinue reading “I don’t think James the Just (Or Ouranos) was a Canadian Muslim or a Muslim at all, would it be apt to mention?: A poem “

Jashmina, I heard you in the wind of the night…!: A poem 

Jashmina, I heard you in the contemplative air of the night  as I felt the windswept dead leaf, rustling  to my ear, waking itself up and me, so I feel  a resurrection! But who is being resurrected?  Lazarus, was dead three days, Mary of Bethany implored  of Jesus! And Jesus then, spent a whole night  alone with Lazarus? What transpired between them?  Jashmina, youContinue reading “Jashmina, I heard you in the wind of the night…!: A poem “

O Mother, the thought of you is like sitting by the fireplace!: A poem 

O Mother, the thought of you is like sitting by the fireplace,  an image of you – such innocence and simplicity in your face  How you were so naive, you took everything so literally,  yet you had a profound sense of dignity and equanimity in wisdom  You had patience that was the axiom of your existence Continue reading “O Mother, the thought of you is like sitting by the fireplace!: A poem “

Good on you, Keanu Reeves: If you are a lover, you gotta be a fighter!: A poem 

The first time I heard Tina Turner sing: We don’t need another hero!  I wanted to drown it out in my rage. But I am seldom enraged!  Even to those who maintain: I love, and I am no fighter!  The true heroes of this world don’t like your Pacifistic subterfuge  You can’t subset their courage, should you choose to defeat them  through aContinue reading “Good on you, Keanu Reeves: If you are a lover, you gotta be a fighter!: A poem “

I just thought I sometimes feel like rushing, in all the waiting…: A poem 

(I don’t think all blacks look like apes, I think Nicki Minaj looks beautiful! Some whites do look like trash, though, like Anthony Albanese!) Though we didn’t fall like binaries to the earth  at the same time. I always knew you were hanging out  there for me! So, I just kept waiting for the precious moment!  And every beautiful 8th September, I wished with my   head in the clouds, thought I could see you there!  How lateContinue reading “I just thought I sometimes feel like rushing, in all the waiting…: A poem “

Would I volunteer with false advice for fish or moon; I am too kind; so, you thought I was your feeding spoon?: A poem 

I shouldn’t take anyone’s advice!  It seems to screw up my sacrifice!  Have my boat turned over and around  capsized, and then drowned?  You can see what has become of true love  like a shutdown dead end of an alcove!  And I can see the grinning grimace on the face   of all those who had me abased!  Dad, I can’t have you in the cat’sContinue reading “Would I volunteer with false advice for fish or moon; I am too kind; so, you thought I was your feeding spoon?: A poem “