Hey Saint Peter, do you love standing at Heaven’s gates? The key is in your pocket! But the sins are whose mates? Ask the pious doctor fervent about Medecins Sans Frontiers! Was the Holy Spirit so free-for-all; not at least for Helen’s Simon Magus? Is the Vatican so knowledgeable about graces; it really had us! So, you absolve whatContinue reading “Hey Saint Peter, is heaven better than seven-eleven?: A poem “
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If I must build towers from resurrected graves…:A poem
Would I feel the insolent, impudent charade of shadows take the azure of the sky out of my eye! And fill my face with the sodomy of grave blackening I have, like Atlas, carried the world, even shouldered the tears of the stars in a looming infinite unending night of grief Shoveling up the graves of theContinue reading “If I must build towers from resurrected graves…:A poem “
Mum, where do I begin…?: A poem
Mum, where do I begin? Where does a story begin? Its fated tale ingrained in the stones of the sky… Where do I pick up the threads, then…? …in the past of this lifetime? …or in a further past? For convenience, I’ll stick to the lines of this lifetime! You lost your father at six to the seas of the Atlantic! Continue reading “Mum, where do I begin…?: A poem “
Mother, all the ink is a mere blink in description of you!: A poem
These little lines in honour of you are a mere blink of ink in comparison to the great spirit of dignity of you! For, you were like a flame that burnt – but didn’t burn to chastise; and emblazoned to lend the nurture of warmth; like the sun, so full of fire but so apparently cool and forbearingly guardian! This was no parched desert of defunct lack of imagination, butContinue reading “Mother, all the ink is a mere blink in description of you!: A poem “
O Mother, I do not lament; but I feel the pain of that evil getting you!: A poem
O Mother, how when my protestations are inclusive of both against the evil of Prakash Saint Paul and Anthony Albanese; how both of their evil works to deluge you and me? You see! The two of them only pretend to work against each other! But they are always clandestinely working in tandem to sabotage and defraud me! And if I speak out in honesty, callingContinue reading “O Mother, I do not lament; but I feel the pain of that evil getting you!: A poem “
A parody, comitragedy, and an irony of Rapunzel in her tower!: A poem
You know the cross-hybridisation between two extremes has only been the manipulative misadventure of fishy connivers who came to earth a long time ago! This insolent crime has been continued by those who maintained their legacy, after the evil left earth! It is a tragedy that no one understands that alchemy is meant to achieve a pure state, notContinue reading “A parody, comitragedy, and an irony of Rapunzel in her tower!: A poem “
King Solomon, did your wisdom reflect regret and still uphold the righteous?: A poem
(You know, I have no regret or grief that those unruly villains wanted to hijack my talents for decades; so, I did not bare myself in my verbalism and neglected my talents! But now being past 60, I feel I should no longer let myself be decapacitated by such villainy!) (I really despise you AnthonyContinue reading “King Solomon, did your wisdom reflect regret and still uphold the righteous?: A poem “
Hey, you leftie Laborers and Lab-rats, do you think you can ever make me consider you as right for me?: A poem
Who presses your belly buttons to remote control the dimensions, your smoke-screened lecherously faggotty morphing! Do your soulless credentials take a hipsway every time I make myself clear! The atomic clock of PSP’s inswings and outswings are a buggery, like you all have nothing between your legs but the cheated triumphs you obtain from an illegitimate edict from a pervert, who hasContinue reading “Hey, you leftie Laborers and Lab-rats, do you think you can ever make me consider you as right for me?: A poem “
Dionysus, you drunken sot of an evil pervert!: A poem
Even the gods of Olympus didn’t intervene in the misty lushdom of Mount Pangaoin Its silent spectacle became its shame! The Dionysian drunken and wretchedly body banging travestied orgies! God had only ordained that sex be a ritual of hieros gamos, not the evil overindulgence, that Dionysus preached! O Thracians, were your Oracular priestesses the heralds of mouthing despicably degraded toxically-menstruated orificial obscenity and vulgarity?! Dionysus, the murderer, your most self-indulgent malefic divinity aroseContinue reading “Dionysus, you drunken sot of an evil pervert!: A poem “
Those things that I have to say to you, Mother, and Jashmina!: A poem
You know Mother, I trade places to maintain my sovereignty You know that, for this purpose, I have even subordinated my suzerainty I have travailed for eternity but never asked for the rewards in all dignity Who are the laboratory critters that try to lampoon my original integrity? Mother, I have only called you in silence, because their evil could causeContinue reading “Those things that I have to say to you, Mother, and Jashmina!: A poem “
