Does the moon fall or does the tide? How does one decipher the paradox of existence when we feel we float in the present or the future(?) and we are still rooted in the past? Do I already have a trumpet of triumph or a clarion call of war, despite my humility?! Is there an exotica in being implicit and secretive and cryptic? Or have IContinue reading “Did the moon fall or did the tide?: A poem “
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The visitation at midnight: A poem
Do you know that Genesis was a borrowing from its Akkadian myth(?); no myth, but an actual reality! Elohim were the Anunnaki! I just sit by to contemplate, that Eden on the banks of the Mesopotamia was not a very ancient occurrence; could not have been more than 200,000 years ago! If Enlil was land, and Enki was water, and AnuContinue reading “The visitation at midnight: A poem “
Consubstantiation: A poem
Where does a beginning begin, if it is self-consolatory to pick up a piece in the middle and be lost in the impression that it is the beginning! If you can rally around the underscored fact that truth must have had a beginning itself… Or could it have zeroed in, becoming itself without a beginning, evolving out of a chasm ofContinue reading “Consubstantiation: A poem “
Between Prakash Saint Paul and Anthony Albanese; I don’t want either of them! I never was suicidal in my life, but I am telling you all this today – that I will be compelled to contemplate suicide, if I am given them as the only either/or option! I want to get rid of both of them!!!! Please, I can’t fathom my life like this anymore!!!
Fuck off WordPress! You all harassed me too much! I am not going to use your site any more! Refund my monies! Don’t pretend they are free sites. I’ve done you all too many favours!
I just want to go from this world. I’m sick of the deceit of me by Jashmina. I’m worn out with the 24X7 physical torture. I’m disgusted with Prakash Saint Paul and Anthony Albanese’s constant treachery. I want to kick them (Albanese and Prakash Saint Paul) out of the universe; and call it quits! I’ve done enough of suffering and sacrificing for you all, and got nothing in return! Please I want to go!!!
I love you, Xi Jin Ping! But if I say that, the evil treacherous creeps Prakash Saint Paul and Anthony Albanese will sabotage you, and use you against Trump! Don’t accept any favours from either of them (Prakash Saint Paul and Anthony Albanese), please!
To my dear brother, Salwyn (Jesus); A poem
You know like Jesus was six years older than James the Just then, you were six years older than me in this lifetime, too. We had our differences, like Jacob (me) and Esau (you) did then! But I never hated you, never did I! I only did my duty to destiny! It was not my machination or call that Continue reading “To my dear brother, Salwyn (Jesus); A poem “