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(Can you blame one for the occasional stumble and take down all one’s idealism for it?  You know my love has been transcendental, despite my failings of unmanifested lust to some others.   You know I have always been loyal to that metempyschosised love! I know that is my inherent Godhood!)  What do you call yourself, if you love  an axiom like yourContinue reading “On John Dunne, libertinism and idealism!: A poem “

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 “

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 “

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 “

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 “

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 “

Can you see the bull is not mere doormat to the matador?  And how he actually would love to call back the Minotaur?  Do you see there is legitimacy in responding to crime with crime?  But would you believe that sometimes those Masters of Eternal   Criminality, get away with their murders, like it was just swallowing confectionary?   And not a cannibalistic consumption of hapless righteousness! I have a listContinue reading “Your Universe of Desire, is not my Universe of Uprightness!: A poem “

There was a time, for so long in my life,  that I chain-smoked. You’d think I wanted  to kill Scorpio in doing so! But no, there was  someone else I had to deal with; who was so impellingly  toxic, that I had to forge my own poisoning to   escape his! I could have sworn that Jesus,   my brother, was not an enemy of mine. It was Continue reading “I just felt so valedictorian, but I am a grandmaster, no student!: A poem “

(Pope (most UnLeo), will you shut up? The Church has no right to judge and propose deliverance! It has committed much too many crimes on humanity! I don’t feel livid that Prakash Saint Paul keeps changing the order of things to suit his convenience and garner his lease of life and blindfold and checkmate me. I really think he is pathetically selfish;Continue reading “Will all of you seek your craters in fear…?: A poem “

What do you know what is hell or heaven?  Did you get any idea when you last visited seven-eleven?  And how you wonder if everything in between is your gated purgation?!  Can I make my choices without any blindfolded, deluded vindication?  My mother always thought God lived in heaven?  She hadn’t a clue that God lived for some time in her womb, but never did in any angelic illusion!  I know she is Maria, Mary, more seven and six, butContinue reading “Little bit of enigmatic questioning from me to Mum and Jashmina!: A poem “