Would you want me to define a little truth, Australia?: A poem 

(WordPress, I’d like this poem to be mailed to every Australian citizen) I’d rather be Faustian fire than the frost of fish!  There is more halo in Satan, than in that Saint (of Heaven)  beckoning and being beckoned by the Church  His grey eminence is feared by all his decoys,  his scapegoats. What is his name? Paul?   Would you trollContinue reading “Would you want me to define a little truth, Australia?: A poem “

I am not walking in the rain!: A poem 

I am not walking in the rain,  even though, for too long, I’ve known pain!  I am certainly no shadow,  no following the object like a stalker  but a master of my own devices and design  We are no prey until we begin to feel victimised  Predators are like a function of destiny, that knows how to consign themContinue reading “I am not walking in the rain!: A poem “

You all may be vulnerable, but are culpable for my gullibility: A poem 

I was never carved out of wood or alabaster  I can say, I am an icon within myself  Those decades when I hid deep within myself  because all that evil was trying to read the mind of God;  and still is! Would you think God would have to seek to find himself;  even when his identity was stolen byContinue reading “You all may be vulnerable, but are culpable for my gullibility: A poem “