O Goddess, do you acknowledge me as God?!: A poem 

Would I think that we were binaries  and you slipped out of my clasp  falling into disgrace. Such that this  reality stung my face. This pain  that even de-mouthed my invectives,  like mountains flattened over the horizons  leaving confounding mute mists in the atmosphere!  Should Adma Kadmon have waited so, devoid of love  Only the miracle light shining over one unified continent  For everyContinue reading “O Goddess, do you acknowledge me as God?!: A poem “

I wouldn’t look up to the moon!: A poem 

Do you see what they did to Pluto?  Where do you think they thought they could shove my toes?  Just like Nibiru landed on, and desecrated Iraq?  And you’d think they’d force my cul-de-sac?  Is Eden your myth or a reality that was abandoned by those lecherous alleged gods?  Did they quit when the Ages played their odds?  Did they think I would look upContinue reading “I wouldn’t look up to the moon!: A poem “

Jashmina, you know too well that I always do my duty, even if it works against me and my armies, and benefits my enemies! But please don’t ask me to forgive those who conspired to commit treachery against me, the likes of Anthony Albanese; and certainly not Prakash Saint Paul!

Who wears Prada?: A poem 

Did you think the devil wears Prada,  just because he is taken by Saint Paul?  Remember, each time you all say: Hello!  You have been educated to believe in Heaven!  Do you think God reigns there?  Have you got a snapshot of Heaven  with all your shutterbugs of telescopes?  The frigid `Jaws’ wears an invisible shield  And itsContinue reading “Who wears Prada?: A poem “

This dawn breaking over me… is no paradise, but realisation!: A poem 

I thought, this dawn breaking over my ethereal body  was Paradise, but I soon realised that it was only  the start of a new life. Did I take the stilted ladders   of my limbs, far away, up above the sun, the stars,  in a sphere where I remembered; I would discover   your name? I didn’t know this litmus test took an eternity  and,Continue reading “This dawn breaking over me… is no paradise, but realisation!: A poem “

Hey creep Albanese, now have you gone and hijacked the Coalition at Prakash Saint Paul’s behest? Your mouth keeps watering you lusty creep! What fits in your large shapeless neck you leech of a louse! I just couldn’t care less for those spineless Coalition that started cow towing to that creep Albanese since Peter Dutton. Fuck off to that wishywashy Coalition. Fuck you all. Canberra itself is a fish from the deep sea. So, all you arselenders go ahead and flotsam in it!

I just shudder at the villainy! God has no commandments; but evil Prakash Saint Paul does!: A poem 

Can you hear God’s voice over the mountaintops  He stood even lower and diminutive than the lowest branch of a tree?  Even the birds stirred, but none of you all did  You were all bewitched by the evil of treachery  How is candour a soulless trick even by love  to unsheathe a sword that backstabs God  I called on my own integrityContinue reading “I just shudder at the villainy! God has no commandments; but evil Prakash Saint Paul does!: A poem “

I really want to go from this world. No more of the whole lot of you! You ingrates! Keep the fish or the Moon! I just couldn’t be bothered. Shoot yourself in the mouth or in your thighs. Get fucked the whole lot of creepy ingrates that you are. I want to go from this world. You all eat, talk and shit evil; just not my preference. May you all be blessed with the Church, the fish, the moon and Prakash Saint Paul all in one! I want to go from this world. Happy departure Jashmina! I don’t love you any more! Just fuck this planet Earth to its doom. It was never mine. I certainly don’t want to be a bedfellow of any of you evil cunts of misery. Just keep Prakash Saint Paul, no matter what you all chose and I am gone from this hateful planet!

I just want to go from this world. Jashmina can have her evil Dada and have her fucking creep Albanese for eternity! You can have all the evil liars the Laborers and Left wing rule this planet after I am gone! And with all the treachery my Dad committed on me on behalf of Albanese, I don’t care much for him either!. I am just too exhausted with all the torture you all have put me through! I was never tired of doing my duty! But you all have brought me down to my knees with the immense torture. I want to go from this world. There is no forgiving any of you, you lackeys to that evil mind, Prakash Saint Paul. Just fuck off you all! I’ve had enough of you! I will never forgive Anthony Albanese or the Labor Party or Prakash Saint Paul. Thank you! As for you Jashmina, just get fucked you bloody Delilah! I just don’t think I want you any more!