I have learnt to love by being at a distance from it! There was a genuine pain, but no grief! Like a music you turned off, but keeps playing in your ears, you sung along and it stung And you learnt that it rung, every crescendo for an eternity! Would I keep believing despite the, sometimes, pin and needle of doubt that faith may die one day, or another day? And IContinue reading “What would I want?: A poem “
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LeoTolstoy, Introversion, Extroversion and Existence; markers and pivots, War and Peace!: A poem
What are the markers of life, as you float in aspiration, constructs narrated by a society of norms that convince you to believe in them. When religion fails you, and faith seems possessed only by the need to achieve that this should be the ultimate fate you live for! You carved out singularly sensitive tales of human life, brought forth by your own creative soul; butContinue reading “LeoTolstoy, Introversion, Extroversion and Existence; markers and pivots, War and Peace!: A poem “
O Hamlet! Look at that pathetic King of Denmark!: A poem
Oh! Did he leave a mark on Darwin? Or else what did he underpin? You wouldn‘t need the aphorismic likes of Mark Twain to tell you pithily that he actually left a mighty stain! See that Marm Mary married that clown, who so brazenly let her down! And did he paint red, Canberra town? Did the Labor Party make too much sound? They feared how my clock wouldContinue reading “O Hamlet! Look at that pathetic King of Denmark!: A poem “
I’m really not afraid of anything, too! Who’s afraid of those bodygrabbers? So, is it the National Security Meet, tomorrow between your Jaws, AA (JC?); Or is it the `Nationals’?
Australian Broadcasting Corporation, do you want a snore!:
ABC do you fancy 23 of psi or do you love twenty-four be psy(cho) Love your strange-bedfellows that you are about (hahahaha) Did their food give you more than hand and mouth Love you ABC, the way you all smile I just thought it could give you an extra mile I just Trumped my PhoenixContinue reading “Australian Broadcasting Corporation, do you want a snore!:”
Like I said, when I say FUCK YOU ALL, I mean FUCK YOU ALL! I don’t want anybody at all!
Just a little sardonic laugh at the Left at my side, often calling itself Australia(?!): A poem
Anthony Albanese, should you choose what fate you should meet? Do you prefer loads of rice, or does it have you beat? Or do fish fancy, a pansy, a lot of bread of wheat? Or my cock and bull actually gets you to eat a lot of beefy cow-meat? If I could only figure out what suits your marinated teeth? I’d like toContinue reading “Just a little sardonic laugh at the Left at my side, often calling itself Australia(?!): A poem “
Archangel Gabriel, you gay lunatic and beggar!: A poem
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 swinging on a vine! Did you come thus farContinue reading “Archangel Gabriel, you gay lunatic and beggar!: A poem “
Carl Jung: The empath, the archetype; and what is a warped reality?: A poem
What do you venture to describe in the years where the mist gathers over you like a blanket and falls down on you like a spiritual rain, so dense that it condenses your analytical rationale into a madness that you fear?! And do you tread into it like it were your own anima, shining its light on you, albeit whatContinue reading “Carl Jung: The empath, the archetype; and what is a warped reality?: A poem “
One battle after another! Or The Jungian caution of gift and liability!: A poem
There is a revelation that not only comes from a historical perspective garnered from your soul; but also, an attentive education from another highly aware soul. That we know our matches and mismatches of wisdom, and we know the incongruities that exist as friends (how distant they may seem) as also our enemies (how near they are to us). Do weContinue reading “One battle after another! Or The Jungian caution of gift and liability!: A poem “