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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 “

I lived in unacknowledged kindness: A poem

I have a relentless windswept notion of life like a violinist suddenly losing his fiddle and retrieving it with sheer magic, as if he could airplay his creation, his music I asked myself did I have any exposure, a talent breaking out like a fledgling And I thought, I am so old. Never mind. What after aContinue reading “I lived in unacknowledged kindness: A poem “

You should all shut up with your hypocrisy and treason!: A poem

Did you know I was like King Lear who divided all his love, between you all and lost everything, to a tragic betrayal? Did you feel thorn-pricked at any moment when I was eternally cold and despairing feeling the pangs of excruciating pain and I survived it all, only to save your souls? You have allContinue reading “You should all shut up with your hypocrisy and treason!: A poem “

I am sorry Coalition; you know that your oblivion is not my crime!: A poem

I live in the air of the night. Like I was in a closet, shut out from the noises of life. It is as if I can imagine my cloistered legspace winding up in a roominess of strange thoughts from inklings of the day. And I feel encumbrances of emotions and awareness love, grief, pain, excitement, benevolence, odiousness, generosity, rage, brevity and longevity. Like allContinue reading “I am sorry Coalition; you know that your oblivion is not my crime!: A poem “

Elections are never honest!: A poem

Evil thinks God’s Kings are not nice things. By definition, how does evil qualify its own evil? And how does evil qualify the contradictory righteous! You may all have believed in the clergy and Papal edict in the past; Now you believe in the vilest propaganda! Men like to believe they are Masters; God didn’t hasten to disguise his repulsion, but was patient, when undeserving Men were made Kings! Continue reading “Elections are never honest!: A poem “

What is the geography of God’s ultimatum?: A poem

What is the quantum spin between you and me? Should I take it that every transmigration of existence died like a Schrodinger’s cat, after it broke out of the box? You may think if it’s virtual reality, or the invisibility of true form grating its way against space-time and gathering mass? I know and believe in formations that exist asContinue reading “What is the geography of God’s ultimatum?: A poem “

And should you know two millennia belonged to Paul, not Jesus!: A poem

Did all the nuns at Sunday School help you get your sign of the cross to practised perfection? And did they teach you to end it with an Aye-men! Sometimes Christianity, for all its lies, can be candid. But they didn’t tell you Amen came from the Egyptian Amun! I just think Christianity is a religion that gropes on all fours asContinue reading “And should you know two millennia belonged to Paul, not Jesus!: A poem “