What does make up the science of your ideological theology, like a glum rock sitting in the ambience of a misty sea? You think you can walk out life in its simplicity Your belief could be your own sabotage for eternity! God did not bequeath you a religion, but was patient that his truth mayContinue reading “Libertinism, liberalism, libertarianism and liberation!: A poem “
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Nietzsche, I agree that the two most evil institutions of society are Christianity and Democracy!: A poem
(Forgiveness and obedience are a weakness, no catharsis; they are a premature submission of spirit to its defeat!) Frederich Nietzsche, what doesn’t kill me makes me stronger? I knew your philosophy as an inherent exotic wisdom, before I came to discover it. We must resolutely become what we are, through the struggle to overcome ourselves in our nascence, and become the Great Spirits Continue reading “Nietzsche, I agree that the two most evil institutions of society are Christianity and Democracy!: 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 “
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 “
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 have this conviction; I have this vocation: A poem
Way back in my growing years, I lived in a community that practised its Catholicism quite unawares of the shakiness of its structure of fervent piety on the undergrowth of an abandoned past. Nobody gave a thought to revolt about forced conversion being a crime. Even me, with an already hidden wisdom, at the age of four, in my first essay on myself, wroteContinue reading “I have this conviction; I have this vocation: A poem “
Socrates: An unexamined life is not worth living: A poem
Would you have known virtue from spiritual folly had you ventured to look at your reflection? Or would you just breathe in gloating at your apparent beauty? Were you conditioned to believe in enhancements, grooming, make-up, nose-jobs and botox? I would have wondered to tell an age that wants to make itself sexually appealing that there is only a loose beauty in your idea of beauty,Continue reading “Socrates: An unexamined life is not worth living: A poem “