God would have looked like Merlin in a dunce cap, if he shone as the star of Bethlehem. It was only a spaceship from the deep sea. God didn’t attend this nativity He waited for the second child of Mary. So much for lies and mystery! Between Bethlehem and Bethany, Joseph was a very wealthy man! A craftsmason, not poorContinue reading “All about the first century AD: A poem “
Category Archives: Uncategorized
My baby girl, you and me; our love can never be dislocated!: A poem
All the temples of the universe have open doors to me They have all my icons (devoted to me) staring back at me I have been idolised by the stars, not this world yet though I came back each time to manifest its justice We, you and me, are not mere fragments of the universal soul butContinue reading “My baby girl, you and me; our love can never be dislocated!: A poem “
O Mother, how blessed are we in eternity!: A poem
I listened to the winds of the quasars rattling my bones All those names of the wisdom-keeper engraved in ancient stones And I intone an invocation to a far-flung galaxy but familiar sun that was written in the ink of light for my beautiful Mum! I am imaginative with an inherited wisdom of kingdom come A futureContinue reading “O Mother, how blessed are we in eternity!: A poem “
Hey Sweden, your folk are tall and fair, yet ugly and unfair!: A poem
(Do you think Western Europe will be redeemed by Prakash Saint Paul’s treachery to sabotage me? Do you know where all of you will end up in eternity? Are all Western Europe’s crimes going to come back against them in time?) Hey Sweden! Your people are tall and fair with souls, all too ugly, wicked and unfair Ask OlofContinue reading “Hey Sweden, your folk are tall and fair, yet ugly and unfair!: A poem “
Labor has its legitimacy on a rock of fragile glass: A poem
I can cause death with my dying my breath belying; strength never shying I can make the roads to nowhere appear everywhere; leave you all threadbare! Every hope for the wicked may end up like a duck in cricket What did they do to me in my sublimity; they raped my divinity! They ought toContinue reading “Labor has its legitimacy on a rock of fragile glass: A poem “
You take my gun, I end your fun!: A poem
(A letter to a bad government that was voted in again) (I’ll never forgive you, you creep Albanese, for what you did to me! Fuck off!) You took my property, and caused my poverty cheapskating your way to garrison my integrity Did you all ever think of sincere care of duty? Populism was your way to rouse popularity So, are you undressingContinue reading “You take my gun, I end your fun!: A poem “
Let all these summers go!: A poem
I look at the barren fields of the cloudless sky and feel a lack of communion with its heat peeling my clothes off me like an outer layer of skin I don’t even think it’s necessary to prize my nakedness within There is no shame in the aloneness of windows shut tight, at least! I am disabled by my inability to callContinue reading “Let all these summers go!: A poem “
Hey you bodygrabber Albanese, you are never tired of bodygrabbing, just like Prakash Saint Paul. You want me to make you travel all over the world to do your futile desperate bodygrabbing again. Or will you start using your minions in the creepy Labor Party to checkmate me!
Centrelink, do you have any shame?: A poem
I don’t want your peanuts, you frauds! Do you want to derail me, God! Take the measly sum and feed that sod Prakash Saint Paul, in the abyss’ ward I didn’t ask you to pay my rent You want to destabilise and dent my integrity, with your obnoxious scent, take my Saturnalia party and turn it to lent! Get lost! Get lost! Damn you, Centrelink! I’ll drench you with yourContinue reading “Centrelink, do you have any shame?: A poem “
Fuck off you green-black silver sliver of a moon!: A poem
(Hey fucking Labor! Take this hate speech, and for all you want, screech!) You are like a vicious mirror in the sky jubilant to make me watch myself die Limbless you stake your claim on the night And sometimes show up like a death-star to engage the contrariness of morning light What blood do you seem to drag inContinue reading “Fuck off you green-black silver sliver of a moon!: A poem “