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I asked myself  when I hurt my thumb  as I touched the rose   Are there thorns in imagination?  Is a figment of fantasy a backlash?  Do you have to contend with the disillusionment  of the knowledge of its flaws?  Because there are only imperfections in form  out of the thought that seems perfect  They challenge you, likeContinue reading “I asked myself if imagination is enough:?: A poem “

Would I wonder  if I wandered from a cocoon   into an expanse  about the limits of my existence?  As if the expanse,  became all at once,  my cocoon  Would I wonder that my mortality  was assured of an immortality  Even as day meets its death  and night is only a flame to be put out byContinue reading “Would I wonder at me, God?: A poem “

Would I wonder  if I wandered from a cocoon   into an expanse  about the limits of my existence?  As if the expanse,  became all at once,  my cocoon  Would I wonder that my mortality  was assured of an immortality  Even as day meets its death  and night is only a flame to be put out byContinue reading “Would I wonder at me, God?: A poem “

I can remember  how I drew the sun over me  like a blanket  as I stretched in its light  under a mango tree  Did I imagine  I could talk to the hot summer breeze  and ask it for its secrets?  Like as if the baby in the cradle  had an instinctive knowledge   to ask the right questions  But the leaves hanging overContinue reading “I remember, under the sun and with the wind: A poem “

The whole of Ukraine is Russia’s  And Eastern Europe, too, what God ushers  Western Europe are a lot of fortune pushers  They can keep the Unleonine Pope, the Cancer (EU) pashers!  Western Europe looted the entire world  On what basis, is their right to judge and uphold the law unfurled? Their wicked sodomy of the planet’s neighbourhood  should make them compensate, thatContinue reading “The whole of Ukraine is Russia’s: A poem “

Crime(inal) Minister, Prime Minister!  Did Prakash Saint Paul give your arse the blister?  Or was that all Jodie Hard-on could muster?   Are you a fish or a gold-digging oyster?  Has your bodygrabbing all the works,  leveraged by Prakash Saint Paul’s abominable quirks?  I can say that you are shit that grabs, that sucks  like a conduit that actually deserves all the mucks  A fishContinue reading “Crime(inal) Minister, Prime Minister!: A poem “