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My happiness is like a delaytory clock that can’t be wound!: A poem 

I wouldn’t give the Aristotelians the benefit  of credit, in believing that happiness is a matter  of your own endeavour! I just don’t think that  happiness can be lauded in a dystopia. I just think  that I had an amazing sense of humour through all my tribulations!  Was Philip’s Macedonia, the root of Alexander’s megalomania?  As if Aristotle would have schooled him in matters of conquest?  And I am sure that Aristotle was significantly complacent  compared to allContinue reading “My happiness is like a delaytory clock that can’t be wound!: A poem “

Is your love episodic, Jashmina?: A poem 

Is your love episodic, between  falling short and non-existent?  Do you respect my sacrifice for you?  Or do you consider it only as your leverage  without glancing back in acknowledgement?  Did you care to call me up  in any time of the tribulation I’ve been through?  Does it matter to you, that sometimes,  even God of strong diamond steel needs reasssurance?  Or areContinue reading “Is your love episodic, Jashmina?: A poem “

I, God, want to let you all know…: A poem 

I, God, want to let you all know that  I am not responsible for you all feeling  invalidated by the present. You can see   that me, God, incarnated as a sublime   soul, to be punished with a bondage to   blindfoldment, not to predicate his own   precognition. I just think this humility   and all its consequential humiliation Continue reading “I, God, want to let you all know…: A poem “

Dear Sylvia Plath, do you think wishing for everything or nothing; either can take away the loneliness?: A poem 

Dear Sylvia Plath, I see you walking in an autumnal sunrise  wishing; and then, that you hadn’t bothered wishing, after all,  Because you could tell that everything you wished for  was an evaporation, nothingness. Since you already knew  there was a completeness in expecting nothing from anyone.   I could say, you become God in your belonging to yourself.  I heard you plead to theContinue reading “Dear Sylvia Plath, do you think wishing for everything or nothing; either can take away the loneliness?: A poem “

The perverts and pirates of perchance!: A poem 

I saw the illegitimate opportunism of oceans  knowing that fish stink worse than skunk!  You can tell that Labor is no liberator!  I think of hell; but no empathy for where fish dwell!  You see, I believe that Don’s dawn makes my day  But not when he is surreptitiously taken away  My altars are not succursal to make-believe RoeMan Popeishness  Your fraud is a fish dressed in every colour of foppishness! Continue reading “The perverts and pirates of perchance!: A poem “

Hey Macron, you and your EU are pure con? Do you think you can hoodwink God and hijack Don! Revel in your porn of fish and moon, every dawn! Merz is just a joker of a John! To which of your devious horn was Ukraine born! I curse your Aquarius will be your crowning thorn! Hahahaha! Or would Cancer give your bodies, the revealing answer? Make Prakash Saint Paul’s non-existent balls, the icon on your walls!

Don’t dare ever make my mother your mare at the gare!: A poem 

Don’t think my Mother Mary (Maria) is your contemptible mare (sea)!  I don’t fancy the fishy sea kissing the sun at my gare!  I am not going to have my correctitude festooned on your walls  Please FUCK OFF, you sea creatures before you deluge all my beloved dolls!  I have no Ant(hony)s in my pants; I know fish from elephants!  Abel said to Cain,Continue reading “Don’t dare ever make my mother your mare at the gare!: A poem “

O those `sangue real’ Dragons!: A poem 

You see this land is the heart and hearth –  of which legends, of which legions?! The  unblemished regime that passed out into  the memory of the universe. It was retained!  No forgotten history consigned to palliative care!  We are stones of a fortress forever; as we dare!  Do you think bravery can be cubicled by conspiring ghosts  who swing through slimy ghettos of connivance?  Men with no spirit, butContinue reading “O those `sangue real’ Dragons!: A poem “

I do not feel intimidated by that fish-mouth Albanese or his colluders!: A poem 

I can have Albert Camus’ invincible summer  in pouring rain, in the snowy winter  And my life’s excursion is never pedestrian!  I am no folly of vision despite the pain;  The perversion of an imposed defeat  has never been the desolation of my brain.  I am not browbeaten by intimidation  And I am a configuration of everything Continue reading “I do not feel intimidated by that fish-mouth Albanese or his colluders!: A poem “