Mother, we have an illusion of too much sunlight, when, actually, there is too little starlight in an overwhelming darkness! Do you think there was only darkness in the Church-imposed dark ages? How every modernity that humanity pursued only saw the darkness’ persistence in one form or the other? Did you hold me in your arms, when I was anContinue reading “Mother, we have an illusion of too much sunlight; when there is too little starlight in the darkness!: A poem “
Category Archives: Uncategorized
Huxley, the West pursued so-called happiness; the East sought equanimous calm: A poem
Did you see a vision in your sudden blindness that you needed to learn and teach, out of a raging pursuit out of a debilitation? And how you turned out to be (!) prolific mentor in a dystopian world! Discovering that the piecrust of seeking happiness leaves one without tasting the meat within it. Like in the West, libido felt like a liberation,Continue reading “Huxley, the West pursued so-called happiness; the East sought equanimous calm: A poem “
It’s just getting too unnerving; even with all my patience and sublimity: A poem
I withdraw my love for you all, because you all fear And I am not subjective to evil, I don’t shed a tear There are knives cutting through me every moment I can silently scream; it’s not just treachery and torment! Like anatomy sabotaged to dreadedingly fall to its knees You know who wants me to succumb to the seas I am blindfolded butContinue reading “It’s just getting too unnerving; even with all my patience and sublimity: A poem “
I am the one who is being tortured day in and out, and I rarely complain, because I do the deed of daring the evil treachery; while all you spineless faggots, pansies have no courage to call out the evil, but choose to frustrate, delude and suppress me in turn to appease the evil. Ruin on all of you! FUCK YOU ALL!
Hey WordPress, you always frustrated me trying to block everything on my site even my tool panel! You only give me the real peanuts of acknowledgement when you want to impress that evil treachery against me! Get Fucked! You ought to know how low-type you are!
I feel oldest and worthy of the newest!: A poem
I feel like a loner, even when I imagine the entire universe sitting beside me Like I’ve fondled a memory and brought it to life I know magic works regardless of what you decide You know that a pain is forgotten even if it lies in your bed An aftermath when you feel secluded by immaculate divinity in your head Continue reading “I feel oldest and worthy of the newest!: A poem “
Hermann Hesse, there is no oneness of opposites, according to me!: A poem
I just wouldn’t subscribe to the rigmarole of love and peace stalking my universality when there is yet an unfinished business of walking across the pits of burning embers! Should I have to go alone against all your insistence and persistence! My perseverance can’t be diminished by congeniality. I am the dust of creation, not its dirt. My semen begat the procreation, not the scum that conspired against it. So how do you invoke myContinue reading “Hermann Hesse, there is no oneness of opposites, according to me!: A poem “
Dirty conniving creeps Prakash Saint Paul, Anthony Albanese and the entire Labor Party! Go stick your heads in the guillotines, even though you’re not French royalty, but the dirtiest scumbags! The whole of Australia ought to revolt in Anarchy against you, two-faced, forked-tongued morphing beasts, that commit their treachery by holding guns against somebody else’s shoulder. FUCK THE ENTIRE LOT OF YOU!
Fyodr Dostoevsky, I acknowledge your beauty; do you see mine; and that of my armies?: A poem
You saw suffering and pain, and called it inevitable I know the intelligence of truth has always suffered just like you did and felt your strength; and I did in the throes of eternal treachery. The depth of your soul, I acknowledge. But I look wandering aimfully, sometimes, if I can get any too. I am alsoContinue reading “Fyodr Dostoevsky, I acknowledge your beauty; do you see mine; and that of my armies?: A poem “
Zeno your Stoic middle-line is convenient to philosophy; but not to any of my ideology: A poem
Zeno, you tried to smudge the dichotomy of dispute. Aristotelians wanted self-sufficiency materialistically A happiness from being able to live in consistent comfort But Cynics were adamant that all that was material was bad They expounded the virtue in ascetism and austerity Even a Stoic was befuddled between the two, about clarity in managing of life, emotion and all thingsContinue reading “Zeno your Stoic middle-line is convenient to philosophy; but not to any of my ideology: A poem “
montes-musings.blog 