Does Lear ever have heartbreak? Hark, O Israel, O India!: A poem 

Do you remember me, even if you don’t call?   My soul is its own electricity generator, spring or fall!  Like a pyramid towering, through history, so tall!  Did you ever think I undermined my love for you, make it look small?  I flower my words so that they should empower  Every twist of destiny, seemingly gangling, but an intrepid shower  Even when I lose, likeContinue reading “Does Lear ever have heartbreak? Hark, O Israel, O India!: A poem “

I heard the Church screaming: AntiChrist, at me!: A poem 

(After I condemned Saint John for his evil-spirited Revelation!)  I heard the Church screaming: AntiChrist!  Nice wonder the Logos; the Word, the Cosmos!  Like a bright evil spaceship shining over Bethlehem  at Zero BC, and you lying and calling it the star of Bethlehem!   Is Christ actually the redeemer, you delinquent  Church? Do you fancy the `Jaws’ is everybody’s heaven   that you so fervently want to consign them to?! And tellContinue reading “I heard the Church screaming: AntiChrist, at me!: A poem “

Don (DT) McLean, Van Gogh’s beauty and Dostoevsky’s beauty; so what is suicide?: A poem 

Don Mclean, how beautifully you described Van Gogh!  A starry night, when I look into it and feel the pulse  of an eternal past, and then I draw courage, and then I should   persevere to believe! That all things so sorrowful meet their end before our own!  And Van Gogh’s soul was as beautiful and enrapturing as his art!  How beautiful is the truth, whenContinue reading “Don (DT) McLean, Van Gogh’s beauty and Dostoevsky’s beauty; so what is suicide?: A poem “

My armies! O my armies!: A poem 

I do want to tell you that I never abandoned you all  Even when I left you with humiliating defeat  Of course, we face an oblivion, by a machination  whose deceit never seems to go obsolete  And our wealth is siphoned off, like the dragons’ empires before us;  That saw an undeserving end of their Age  You know there is soContinue reading “My armies! O my armies!: A poem “

There was a time when I felt inhibited by the Sun!: A poem 

There was a time when I felt inhibited by the sun  It was not because I didn’t like Sol Invictus;  but I had knowledge that poor him was taken  by an imposter. Now, I prefer long sunny days  of Summer, where dawn breaks early and dusk  comes late. I no longer feel postured by the fact  that the Sun isContinue reading “There was a time when I felt inhibited by the Sun!: A poem “

Like Hamlet said: Remember, I have sworn it!: A poem 

(At least, I have a sense of humour, not a sense of villainy or treachery!) Why would so many bravehearts never retract,  even with the prospect of being burnt at the stake,  if they hadn’t already been burning with the conviction of truth?  All your Church, and all your State, may never meet its fate(?!)  Ask Rome, or Babylon,Continue reading “Like Hamlet said: Remember, I have sworn it!: A poem “

I just thought I sometimes feel like rushing, in all the waiting…: A poem 

(I don’t think all blacks look like apes, I think Nicki Minaj looks beautiful! Some whites do look like trash, though, like Anthony Albanese!) Though we didn’t fall like binaries to the earth  at the same time. I always knew you were hanging out  there for me! So, I just kept waiting for the precious moment!  And every beautiful 8th September, I wished with my   head in the clouds, thought I could see you there!  How lateContinue reading “I just thought I sometimes feel like rushing, in all the waiting…: A poem “

Fyodr Dostoevsky, I acknowledge your beauty; do you see mine; and that of my armies?: A poem 

You saw suffering and pain, and called it inevitable  I know the intelligence of truth has always suffered  just like you did and felt your strength; and I did  in the throes of eternal treachery. The depth of your   soul, I acknowledge. But I look wandering aimfully,  sometimes, if I can get any too. I am alsoContinue reading “Fyodr Dostoevsky, I acknowledge your beauty; do you see mine; and that of my armies?: A poem “

Is your love episodic, Jashmina?: A poem 

Is your love episodic, between  falling short and non-existent?  Do you respect my sacrifice for you?  Or do you consider it only as your leverage  without glancing back in acknowledgement?  Did you care to call me up  in any time of the tribulation I’ve been through?  Does it matter to you, that sometimes,  even God of strong diamond steel needs reasssurance?  Or areContinue reading “Is your love episodic, Jashmina?: A poem “

I can only warn you, you Laborers!: A poem 

The noises of a long-ongoing theatre  of shadow play from the submersibles  doesn’t deluge the starlight of my memories and convictions!  I am like an incandescent flame of myself  through every echo permeating through  each morsel of sand of destiny!  Do you think what is fated is not fated?  Or do you think your loudmouthed edictions  take the ordination awayContinue reading “I can only warn you, you Laborers!: A poem “