Could I have eternally believed that I could possess you through a dignified resilience? Can patience be as copiously annexing as violence? That I should dream that the lessons you teach me, sustain me and help me breath equanimously in the overwhelmingly expansive dark cavern of my reality whose alleys are chaotically stretched in a bumper-to-bumper of cross-purposes and contradictions, and propositions and intimidations. And should I beContinue reading “It is time that moves, but I am motionless for you, Jashmina!: A poem “
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Archangel Gabriel, you gay lunatic and beggar!: A poem
(I hate the Moon! I hate the fish) 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 swingingContinue reading “Archangel Gabriel, you gay lunatic and beggar!: A poem “
Hermes, where lies the Tabula Smardgina?: A poem
I am a quantum spin ball around a vortex, an unmeasurable revolution around a crankshaft A life witness to the ordinance of rebirth and reincarnation Above even time, steadfast with its ages And the power to change earth’s seasons Would I have stopped by to write the secrets in the Tabula Smardgina? The secrets unveiled by Hermes Trismegistos, The Thrice Great; when wisdom is bequeathed only at a timeContinue reading “Hermes, where lies the Tabula Smardgina?: A poem “
Dezi Freeman: You understood your soul; you lived to be free!: A poem
We do not need the police of government to teach us our rights The complacent ones are the ones who believe their freedom lies in the pitcher of democracy, that is an undemocratic gubernation You can see the soul does not thrive on these laws, these proformas of justice chartered in the constitution of the alleged freeContinue reading “Dezi Freeman: You understood your soul; you lived to be free!: A poem “
Mother, I still believe in myself (even with no practical help from anyone), I assure you!: A poem
Would you think the sun would prefer a comatose because it fears its awakening will only be its imprisonment and hijacking? I have just learnt that every horizon, like they said, in those medieval days, that the flat earth had flesh-eating monsters at its edges! Who would want to fall, then, into a sea to be dragged down? We still don’t know the depths it canContinue reading “Mother, I still believe in myself (even with no practical help from anyone), I assure you!: A poem “
Was I Alexander or Bucephalus?: A poem
(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 “
`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 “
