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What is the disposition of my indisposition against the shame of their indispensable evil?: A poem 

What can I make of the contrarian voices?  This is a misdeemed world; the sopranos  rise above the turrets, on the billboards   of buildings that touch the sky, for your  edifice of lies. But I still hear the contralto!  Where did they begin to tell the story of humankind?!  Would their tales be sodden wood floating  on a misbred high deep seas? I may just as well be anContinue reading “What is the disposition of my indisposition against the shame of their indispensable evil?: A poem “

It is time that moves, but I am motionless for you, Jashmina!: A poem 

Could I have eternally believed that I could possess you  through a dignified resilience? Can patience be as copiously   annexing as violence? That I should dream that the lessons you teach me,  sustain me and help me breath equanimously in the overwhelmingly expansive   dark cavern of my reality whose alleys are chaotically stretched   in a bumper-to-bumper of cross-purposes and contradictions, and   propositions and intimidations. And should I beContinue reading “It is time that moves, but I am motionless for you, Jashmina!: A poem “

In my scruples, I have not the conundrum of Sylvia Plath’s fig tree: A poem 

I have no paint on my face, though I’ve been clowning  and acrobatting in a cirque de soleil, where even the   Sun has little to cheer about! And the audience is perpetually  dismayed, yet keen observers. I am sitting on the crotch of a fig tree  that is asking for me to shake it down, so that all the fruit come Continue reading “In my scruples, I have not the conundrum of Sylvia Plath’s fig tree: A poem “

Dad look at me, rage crosses my mind in my patience!: A poem 

Sometimes, I think I can break every moment  like a walnut, in the nutcracker of my mind!  As if I was some kind of Shivaite entity, the cosmos  like paper crunching between my fingers  And I don’t need to draw out its entrails  becuase at the point of my destructive force, I am disinterested!  I am not obsessed with the villainyContinue reading “Dad look at me, rage crosses my mind in my patience!: A poem “

Anthony Albanese, I will never forgive you! Never! You committed the most heinous crimes against me…and you are still continuing with them. The most livid reprehensible vehement shame and curses on you, from me!

Archangel Gabriel, you gay lunatic and beggar!: A poem 

(I hate the Moon! I hate the fish)  Archangel Gabriel wherefrom did you arise into the realm of humanity?  You were a depth in the deep sea, where you lay driveling like a swine  You are a gay icon, like never knowing your colours between green and brine  You are a heavenly piece of shit, like you’d be swingingContinue reading “Archangel Gabriel, you gay lunatic and beggar!: A poem “

Mother, there is a loud dystopian outcry; must justice die?: A poem 

I hear a placenta knocking at my door  I always had my lightening amid the vocal sound of silence  This is more awakening in the sonne et lumiere  Much of it was the love that I had for you!  How can I discard the womb of my life for an underbelly of pretentious happiness?  Spirituality is much my core, and it is your voiceContinue reading “Mother, there is a loud dystopian outcry; must justice die?: A poem “

I can only surrender to the ones I want to surrender to! Not to the likes of that fishy evil Anthony Albanese, the creepiest creep of the ages Prakash Saint Paul, the evil Church, the evil Labor Party or the Left Wing. You shameful creepy bodygrabbing morpher Anthony Albanese, hipswaying eunuch, trying to capitalise on everything I do! I curse you to eternal slavery in the deepest abyss! There’s no other way out for you! Get fucked you creep of a manipulator! You are eternally damned by me!

Mother, there is a loud dystopian outcry; must justice die?: A poem 

I hear a placenta knocking at my door  I always had my lightening amid the vocal sound of silence  This is more awakening in the sonne et lumiere  Much of it was the love that I had for you!  How can I discard the womb of my life for an underbelly of pretentious happiness?  Spirituality is much my core, and it is your voiceContinue reading “Mother, there is a loud dystopian outcry; must justice die?: A poem “