I do want to tell you that I never abandoned you all Even when I left you with humiliating defeat Of course, we face an oblivion, by a machination whose deceit never seems to go obsolete And our wealth is siphoned off, like the dragons’ empires before us; That saw an undeserving end of their Age You know there is soContinue reading “My armies! O my armies!: A poem “
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Like Hamlet said: Remember, I have sworn it!: A poem
(At least, I have a sense of humour, not a sense of villainy or treachery!) Why would so many bravehearts never retract, even with the prospect of being burnt at the stake, if they hadn’t already been burning with the conviction of truth? All your Church, and all your State, may never meet its fate(?!) Ask Rome, or Babylon,Continue reading “Like Hamlet said: Remember, I have sworn it!: A poem “
Jesus, I didn’t throw the gauntlet at you; but could I question your legitimacy?: A poem
You know, it was a man that they called messiah, not a God He who deliberately took to riding the ass into Jerusalem to fulfill a prophecy; was it a grand deception; or his spite to challenge his father, Joseph, who had reserved the legacy of messianism for his second son, James. Jesus always caused a lot of migraine to Joseph! Even whenContinue reading “Jesus, I didn’t throw the gauntlet at you; but could I question your legitimacy?: A poem “
You have all not yet seen my wrath!: A poem
I am no breakaway shambled dream! No spray of easy-clean! No alleviation-seeking faggoty queen like Prakash Saint Paul and Anthony Albanese, as you have seen! And all their roe befits the deep sea That they were wombed from a hollow of eternity so abysmal that it only had skeletal teeth! Would you want to join their party and appease them and treacherise me? Are you all likeContinue reading “You have all not yet seen my wrath!: A poem “
How do I believe in the sum of all things?: A poem
How do I believe, what is the sum of all things when I add or subtract, multiply or divide like all the four seasons comprised in one day? What is the stone flung, that takes with it all possessions? like a soul that must lose to maintain everything else’s equilibrium? And do I call on Mother, Father, Lover, forgetting each name,Continue reading “How do I believe in the sum of all things?: A poem “
Jacob thinks of Joseph!: A poem
You know when it rained like hell and the Nile swelled up, like an asp that had overeaten, and the alligators even took some lives of cultivators Joseph looked at the skies, and informed the Pharaoh that there would be years of drought so, to stockpile for the drought years to follow! And so, it was that theContinue reading “Jacob thinks of Joseph!: A poem “
Where does the story fall in time…: A poem
Did I call on love… in a life that left me standing alone What did I forget…even myself I didn’t even look at my shadow I turned it over, away from my feet that walked in their sinews, and in weariness but at least they didn’t break like my teeth! Do you know my fruits fell far away from my tree? So,Continue reading “Where does the story fall in time…: A poem “
Would we be limitless, by ignoring our limits?: A poem
Is the manifoldness of your knowledge making a masterpiece or a stump of your comprehension? Is the artificiality making a tangent of your cognition? Or is it running like a parallel line, and will soon merge with your consciousness making you an alien to yourself? Would that be a submission or a submersion? Would we know the infiniteContinue reading “Would we be limitless, by ignoring our limits?: A poem “
The worthless evil of treachery; God’s dust is not dirt!: A poem
(You know that God is not responsible for the downfall of everything he stands for! He is not to blame, because he risks his own identity from being stolen!) I agree with Sylvia Plath that a poem is dust But would we be so sure that even dust must consolidate, to make us form, all of us? Sometimes,Continue reading “The worthless evil of treachery; God’s dust is not dirt!: A poem”
I am not King Ahah, O Jezebel of Jerusalem!: A poem
I don’t think I was King Ahah to slip between the thighs into an underworld, so demonic, that it tore my substance and broke my spine. There is such power in allure that it emblazons lust and breaks into an inferno, where you don’t burn but submerge into brine. O Jezebel, can you even bely King Solomon with your guile and spook his wisdom? Continue reading “I am not King Ahah, O Jezebel of Jerusalem!: A poem “
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