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Hey Prakash Saint Paul, you dirty disgusting creep. I thought I told you to get fucked to where you belong – the deep sea! I curse your brothers and sisters and their families to eternal damnation, ruin, rape and torture. The more you compel me to suffer for you, the more your brothers and sisters and their families will be consigned to rape, torture and destruction. May your mother and father rot for eternity. You devious creep get fucked. I don’t want you. Unless you want your brothers and sisters and their families to be accursed for eternity. Get lost creep don’t try to compel me to suffer for you. Just get fucked or face annihilation. The more you make me suffer for you the more I will cause your destruction. GET LOST! You thieved everything from me. Fuck off!

I am being tortured so much by my enemies. Because I made it clear that I don’t want to suffer for them anymore. I am being forced to my knees by them. This fucking Pisces is really causing me too much pain. Everybody should get retribution. More so, Prakash Saint Paul! I am being tortured when I made the sacrifices and I copped the injustice. Fuck my enemies! I don’t want that Prakash Saint Paul who abuses his misbegotten powers to keep making me suffer for him. When he should be suffering for his eternal crimes against me. I don’t like to cry about the sacrifices I have to make. But the physical torture is simply exhausting me. Why have I to suffer so much when I can never win with all the treachery committed against me! I have been given too many false promises; it was only done to please Prakash Saint Paul not me. I just can’t self-destruct any more. How patient can I be with the torture. Nobody thinks about me at all!

Jashmina, please! I don’t want any treachery anymore! I have done enough duty to my enemies, sacrificing everything of mine in the bargain. I don’t want to do duty to my enemies any more! Get that clear! It is they who owe me, I don’t owe them a damn thing! They have the gall to commit relentless treachery against me on top of it! Do you want me to be a doormat! I don’t want Prakash Saint Paul in my life anymore. I simply don’t want him even if you want him! He chose to be a fish from the deep sea, do you think he had the privilege to do it only for his convenience! Now let him be gone there eternally. Don’t expect me to do favours to those who committed treachery and crimes against me, for eternity, any more

Hey Sweden, I have banished Prakash Saint Paul from my life. As I also banish anyone who acts at his behest against me. My blogsite is not your fiefdom that you can use it to commit treachery against me. I don’t give you the permission to tresspass anymore. Get fucked. I know who I want and what I want. I don’t need anybody’s vindication or validation for it. I swear I’ll tear you apart and fling you to the deep sea if you commit treachery or try to checkmate me anymore. I love those I love. You don’t transgress it. You have no rights on me. Don’t compel me to destroy you by your impinging on me!

Love to my pets and disgrace to the theft of my love: A poem

I have the fondest recollections, images that spiral out of a mere thought eager to be fondled by my soul They are like owls on the prowl with a wisdom that is invisible yet tangible And I shiver in the contradictions of gladness and sadness that they unfurl but barely unfold You know it takes heartContinue reading “Love to my pets and disgrace to the theft of my love: A poem “

An open letter to the Australian Labor Party: A poem

I couldn’t have been more unawares between fish and moon But even conjecture, sometimes, makes you suspect the spoon There is a light within me that solidifies my strength You can deceive me, but not for too long a length I can count all the stars in the sky but not those assigned to you Do you knowContinue reading “An open letter to the Australian Labor Party: A poem “

You and me, we, started the fire: A poem

There are no broken dreams about the sustainability of true love There are no mirages, illusions, smoke in the mirrors There are no chasms, sinkholes, abysses We abound on the surface of virtue undisturbed by the expansion or contraction of the universe We have never sought the titular rights to its manifestation, though we bore the onus ofContinue reading “You and me, we, started the fire: A poem “

I sometimes feel cocooned in belonging to nobody: A poem

I sometimes feel very agitated by the moon following me everywhere all through the night; like a ghost that walks and haunts to persevere impolitely in seeking my acceptance. But I have no love for the weirdness of its light. I am too rife with intention and intuition to feel the need to entertain Psyche Continue reading “I sometimes feel cocooned in belonging to nobody: A poem “

I am not going to be restrained by that evil hijacker. I will simply do what I want, whether I get validation or vindication for it or not. It is not my crime if my expressiom involves the platforms of my expression to be hijacked. I have seen many tables turned on me because of that evil hijacker, that doesn’t mean he can impose a prison on me or anybody or anything I stand for. If it is defeat for me and what I stand for because of his evil treachery, so be it. That gives me added reason not to forgive him or condone him for all eternity! And I have suppressed my talents for thirty long years because of his evil selfish hijacking! You think I am only here to sacrifice everything of mine, even my honest expression, because of the fear of his evil!

There is no dissolution of love, Mother, even with so much evil around: A poem

I can be a bush ranger of animals that are so rare that they don’t even exist in reality but reside in imagination You know love lives like that so that it should not be snared And this bushland of my soul can never be cut into parts to become the grounds of conspirators greedy to build their edifices, likeContinue reading “There is no dissolution of love, Mother, even with so much evil around: A poem “