If you have strength of belief, faith always comes full circle knowing that it never lost its way And you are the three-legged triskelion rotating the wheel of eternity But this sprint of sustenance makes the circumference, like the centre non-dimensional, not three-dimensional Even though, I am parted like an arena facing myself as my own rivalContinue reading “Magic is sublimity, not victory: A poem “
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What would you, please…?: A poem
I can tell you that there can be darkness in a hallway with all the lights on That you can feel ever so confident of your step, and still be blind That the universe of your aspirations only displays your utter poverty That you may have been a veteran thespian but still never have actedContinue reading “What would you, please…?: A poem “
Was the illusory flower the deflowering of freedom?: A poem
I asked myself when I hurt my thumb before I touched the rose: Am I safer then? Blood and sweat could be in vain Is a figment of fantasy a sin? Where does sin begin? In the realisation that you are simplicity’s drought? In the endeavour to take you out? Is fiction, the key to progress, a crime? Is this murder of reality far worseContinue reading “Was the illusory flower the deflowering of freedom?: A poem “
I just want to go from this world! I’m fed up copping this physical torture. It is become impossible to cop anymore. I’m having a breakdown!
You know WordPress, you have strangulated my blogsite so much, I just can’t be bothered being patronised by anyone any more! Do I want the patronage of spineless hypocrites who fear Prakash Saint Paul more than they respect my selfless eternal sacrifice. I have nobody’s loyalty, and I don’t blame you all for fearing that despicable Prakash Saint Paul, because of whose treachery, everything that I aspire for has to be destroyed. But I reserve the right to abandon you all.
I am just, right now, feeling too futile: A poem
There is a heavy stone that I have borne, an undeserved rapining curse on my throne My sacrifice, I thought, was what had shone But how helpless am I?! No vindication, all alone! Does the first and oldest primordial star only burn to be fated star-crossed by far? Does evil have a legitimacy of indelibleContinue reading “I am just, right now, feeling too futile: A poem “
Oblivion in paper and pen; and the self-exile: A poem
A river of words parted like hair, parted by a Moses of impromptu And a country of ideas, in the desert, is born But could Adonai bless the Negev, enveloped by storm?! Could the Dead Sea ever have more spring than salt if the circle of the tormentor never came to a halt? We could subsist on theContinue reading “Oblivion in paper and pen; and the self-exile: A poem “
I don’t want Centrelink payment!: A poem
I don’t want Centrelink payment! It doesn’t fit my raiment It is only Prakash Saint Paul’s garment to treacherise me and torment! I want to be nobody’s child Because belonging can’t be my guild Prakash Saint Paul’s thick and unseemly hide swallows everything that I ride! And I am replete with truth inside It is Prakash Saint Paul who always lied You all know itContinue reading “I don’t want Centrelink payment!: A poem “
What does this cold spring bring?: A poem
I wish to be bedazzled by the devilry of the sun. Though, I think it has been a rather cold spring as if a season can bring with it, its nondescript mockery of everything I owe it to the fleeting sky that the sun is not always in my eye November rain doesn’t cause me pain Though I wonder how swift the year hasContinue reading “What does this cold spring bring?: A poem “