Do you think I should only write furiously on my page! Pandorra should reveal her storms in a bevy of bullets And Medusa would bring out her snaky hairs like poison The Cyclops one-eyed vision would take your flotttila to its submergence! Did I cold-shoulder one treason to be bequeathed another? Do you think your hillocks of treachery can go onContinue reading “There is no kind of hush, believe you me!: A poem “
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What should be sought? And what I ought?: A poem
I see the earth like a speck of dust, like as if all its flowers, trees, shrubs, colours, meant so little to me; even as my own foliage sprouts out of the Earth in me. I thought I was a fool for so long carrying the sack (bag) over my shoulders and having the dog bark at my feet!Continue reading “What should be sought? And what I ought?: A poem “
I remember and will remember every crime committed against me for eternity. That I swear to you all, by flinging the gauntlet. I do not fear! It is you all (who committed crimes against me) who should be very very fearful!
Trump, you may fear the evil, treacherous ones, but I don’t! You may be prone to consort with them, but I never will! I never once asked you for your help! You are free to do what you want! But I will never seek convenience by succumbing to the evil, that has no shame, guilt, or conscience, that they think they can use brute force against me! I am never afraid of them no matter what they do! My mother is always with me; so I am not even afraid of death, should they think they can hijack her and put me under further pressure! I can assure you that the likes of Prakash Saint Paul and Anthony Albanese are accursed by me for eternity!
Will it be left to an eternal or an imminent decide?!: A poem
You know if I could only count till three Would it mean I was weak-kneed? There is sweat like enormous beads As if I have only learnt to bleed? When I was little, I could only count till ten So, when did it all begin; when? You know the sinners paraded all through as winners You’d think I deserve obloquy, because they hadContinue reading “Will it be left to an eternal or an imminent decide?!: A poem “
A parody, comitragedy, and an irony of Rapunzel in her tower!: A poem
You know the cross-hybridisation between two extremes has only been the manipulative misadventure of fishy connivers who came to earth a long time ago! This insolent crime has been continued by those who maintained their legacy, after the evil left earth! It is a tragedy that no one understands that alchemy is meant to achieve a pure state, notContinue reading “A parody, comitragedy, and an irony of Rapunzel in her tower!: A poem “
I feel like nauseating my entire existence because you are all so selfishly disgusting with me! Now look what has been done to me, I can’t even take a step because my right heel has snapped! I am just fucking so disgusted because I have no recourse to anybody, because everyone I go to is grossly manipulated by the evil of Prakash Saint Paul or Anthony Albanese! Really the entire mechanism is set to defraud me! And should I state the truth of my state of being, that morphing creep Anthony Albanese believes, I am crying and he has obtained victory over me! Fuck that despicable evil fishy debaucherying, self-indulgent mouth of his for eternity! I have been so very brave, despite not having recourse to anybody or any help! Thank you! FUCK YOU ALL for fearing evil so much that you all comply with it!
This is a legible ballistic missile to evil (AA, PSP and their minions)!: A poem
While Prakash Saint Paul is the enormity of evil, Anthony Albanese is a mere appendage, pretending to be wholesome populist generosity, when all else of his wickedness fails! He has not even the glimmer of confessionalism for his treachery! Would he even do it at the fake altar of Pope most (Un)Leo; they may justContinue reading “This is a legible ballistic missile to evil (AA, PSP and their minions)!: A poem “
King Solomon, did your wisdom reflect regret and still uphold the righteous?: A poem
(You know, I have no regret or grief that those unruly villains wanted to hijack my talents for decades; so, I did not bare myself in my verbalism and neglected my talents! But now being past 60, I feel I should no longer let myself be decapacitated by such villainy!) (I really despise you AnthonyContinue reading “King Solomon, did your wisdom reflect regret and still uphold the righteous?: A poem “
This is a garden the mind’s eye imagines, would it visit?: A poem
Where even the early autumn sees verdant blooms like those sacred Japanese gardens! You know, those picturesque flowers and trees, and little bridges over misty ponds. And I am skirting the rubicon, into a garden hard as willows, prickly as thorns, yet soft as silk of the mulberry. Despite the odds, it feels like dewy petals! You can tell imagination seeks to define what it perceives beyond experience, asContinue reading “This is a garden the mind’s eye imagines, would it visit?: A poem “
