(Albanese, how foolish are you! Hahahahaaha!, Urusula is a bear not a bull!! Thank you Russia! Tired of globetrotting? Those wicked colluders are coming to you?) I can’t seem to remember, was I Alexander or was I Bucephalus? The ox-head and the phallus? The black steed with the white star on its brow. I can say I always was marked with that protection a relativeContinue reading “Was I Alexander or Bucephalus?: A poem “
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`Rod(in)’rigues is alone with himself, the thinking God!: A poem
I’d give you a vide ante of my viscosity because God slips through your fingers before you can even imagine your aptitude of staking claims. I am just interested in divining in my own cup of tea; that’s no selfishness; better than you egomaniacs. I have no heartbreak from your heartlessness, there is no warranty on my obduracy. Don’t think you can give me yourContinue reading “`Rod(in)’rigues is alone with himself, the thinking God!: A poem “
Do you feel God’s pulses, impulses, repulses…?: A poem
Do you feel God’s pulses, impulses, repulses A magnetosphere that affords no allusion where the communicants in the projection are all unequivocally lost in rejection I am a child of a beatitude needing no acknowledgement; not impressed by the assumed sanctimony of others I sympathise with the heretics, more than the bricks thrown at them by yourContinue reading “Do you feel God’s pulses, impulses, repulses…?: A poem “
Hey Saint Albanese, would you go on your knees to the Vatican?: A poem
Hey Saint Albanese, do you see that edifice between your thighs stand tall with your treachery; and then discover it is no dick. That is why your inglorious beatifier Prakash Saint Paul only loves you from behind the lurid curtains, because he is always famished for a dick (lowda)! He can’t cock suck you, since you haven’t got any! And do you fancy your transvestite garments inContinue reading “Hey Saint Albanese, would you go on your knees to the Vatican?: A poem “
God is a very old unforgiver! A very old unforgiver!: A poem
Did you think Satan loved only himself and nobody else? The mass at the Centric end was called Black; black as the light it shone! We didn’t know, did we? Climbing a ladder and falling over each other with Heavenly lies! It’s not God who takes you, with drooling teeth He is not responsible for the sin you were led to believe. So thatContinue reading “God is a very old unforgiver! A very old unforgiver!: A poem “
What would I want?: A poem
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 “
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 “
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 “
Jashmina are the echoes of my poetry resonant to you?: A poem
You know Jashmina, maleficence is not my munition! Neither is fakeish foppishness my fortress! I am certain that peerless purity is my beauty! Even though no one believes there is anything as pure as can be! Can my purity be undermined by my angst about you? Did my sacrifice for you be screeched into verbosity? You know that it was a silent edifice for all eternity! Only, sometimes, a brevity in myContinue reading “Jashmina are the echoes of my poetry resonant to you?: A poem “
You know Milo of Croton, I am much too strong even for you!: A poem
There was Milo of Croton, so strong that he won Olympic titles six-times over, and innumerably so many other titles, his legend was carved in statues and romantic literature down the ages. He even carried his own bronze statue. I have not sought fame and yet borne immense burdens! You know Milo, you only started with carrying a calfContinue reading “You know Milo of Croton, I am much too strong even for you!: A poem “
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