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I decree that Anthony Albanese is a fish from the Libra-Piscean deep sea at the edge of the solar system and the South Pole, just like UnPrakash Saint Paul. If the bodygrabbers Anthony Albanese or UnPrakash Saint Paul try to change that, I’ll kick them out of the universe into a nowhere region for eternity
I decree that Un-Prakash Saint Paul, who stole my light, gets kicked to the Piscean deep sea at the edge of the solar system. He hijacked Scorpio-Aries, which is the Sun, when he is Saint Paul, the fish from the deep sea at the edge of the solar system. He is a deep sea fish, not the Sun. He tries to manipulate everything in favour of himself. The chest region and the North Pole is Scorpio-Aries and the stomach region and the South Pole is Libra-Pisces. It is my final decision. If UnPrakash Saint Paul tries to change that, I’ll kick him into a nowhere region outside the universe.
Spirit of purpose: A poem
My hopes like bodies on fire lost to the world; but inspire communion with the abstract; like a sky that dies its death, presuming sunrise A phoenix is a myth that survives like a ghost, in imagination, what courage revives And a life is not wasted; even if unsuccessful Its story is a legacy for the soulful ItContinue reading “Spirit of purpose: A poem “
Her will versus mine: A poem
I feel the rose of love, and feel composure like the breeze talking to the trees The leaves are patterns to the beholder Their veins are young, not a day older I can bleed from the thorns of a rose But the cut is not deep for flesh to decompose And some blood in me, I canContinue reading “Her will versus mine: A poem “
Jupiter is Taurus and Libra, Mars is Virgo and Aries; and the deep sea at the edge of the solar system is Pisces.
`Ere he was Atlas: A poem
The diamonds shine for him He doesn’t count them on his chest He is too busy lifting There is Paradise in the gifting! even if eternity is duty Everybody is skywalking But they can all do the talking He bears the burden; silence never breaking He bears a burden never forsaking Is Jupiter the saviour calling? Is the wall betweenContinue reading “`Ere he was Atlas: A poem “
`Ere I was Apollo: A poem
You can’t tell him there are more than twelve on his coat of arms He has them all written down on the lines of his palms How did Olympus rue the lost sun? He shone brightly, but how he was undone What is treachery in aeons? Sacrifice is worth more than it by many billions! The eclipse is ill-begotten elliptical Continue reading “`Ere I was Apollo: A poem “
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