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A brief missive to the worst Prime Minister in the history of Australia (AA)!: A poem

I claw the fields of the night, fast in flight, those pictograms shafting through the clouds and the wonder of ideas and words beading on a long, illustrious chain. Sometimes, in the sunlight of day, the verdict of my fusilade are only flowers that leave their fragrance on the page. I never revealed the spectrum of my soul, it was made more profound with the stigmata of the ages. ThereContinue reading “A brief missive to the worst Prime Minister in the history of Australia (AA)!: A poem “

Far from the beginning; in a tortuous continuum but never bidding bye!: A poem

I remember my own darkness, the iota of it, comprising everything that mattered And its blackness in its luminescence, phosphorescence! You can see the womb of my substance as I created my own mother, father, and my true love from an aphorismic breath. That said, let there be love. And when I sensed my luminescent darkness, I said let there be light! And myContinue reading “Far from the beginning; in a tortuous continuum but never bidding bye!: A poem “

Let me have my say, even if that overwhelming evil should undermine me!: A poem

I feel canine but not sharkey! In the vitric vison of my mind, I know the juxtapositions of uranometry The sky has a fragrance that is beyond comprehensions For, no one has a nose for truths! I am just finding my candour’s loquaciousness And I don’t care if it is honesty or dishonesty, to you all! I just know you are all plainly berserk from not knowing myContinue reading “Let me have my say, even if that overwhelming evil should undermine me!: A poem “

O Ouranos, if only they could remember you!: A poem

(The God that is ours and Nos, we) I have to tell you a very old story – of Ouranos, the sky God, the father of the Titans. Call him Dyayus, Ptah, or Pitah Maha! He was the epitome of progenitive profusiveness. The fertility God! The Omphalos. So envious was the fish of the deep sea of him, that the evil fish not only Continue reading “O Ouranos, if only they could remember you!: A poem “

So many retakes, and I am only recounting!: A poem

Do you think I like the rarefied air of the mountains? The sun-burning of the expansive deserts? Do you think that I should not live to enter the plains? Moses died before he reached the Promised Land! Must I entertain the same fate? Should I swear I am an elusive Mountain? Not even your haloed Mount Shasta holds a candle to me! And if inContinue reading “So many retakes, and I am only recounting!: A poem “

What is the disposition of my indisposition against the shame of their indispensable evil?: A poem

What can I make of the contrarian voices? This is a misdeemed world; the sopranos rise above the turrets, on the billboards of buildings that touch the sky, for your edifice of lies. But I still hear the contralto! Where did they begin to tell the story of humankind?! Would their tales be sodden wood floating on a misbred high deep seas? I may just as well be anContinue reading “What is the disposition of my indisposition against the shame of their indispensable evil?: A poem “

It is time that moves, but I am motionless for you, Jashmina!: A poem

Could I have eternally believed that I could possess you through a dignified resilience? Can patience be as copiously annexing as violence? That I should dream that the lessons you teach me, sustain me and help me breath equanimously in the overwhelmingly expansive dark cavern of my reality whose alleys are chaotically stretched in a bumper-to-bumper of cross-purposes and contradictions, and propositions and intimidations. And should I beContinue reading “It is time that moves, but I am motionless for you, Jashmina!: A poem “

Archangel Gabriel, you gay lunatic and beggar!: A poem

(I hate the Moon! I hate the fish) Archangel Gabriel wherefrom did you arise into the realm of humanity? You were a depth in the deep sea, where you lay driveling like a swine You are a gay icon, like never knowing your colours between green and brine You are a heavenly piece of shit, like you’d be swingingContinue reading “Archangel Gabriel, you gay lunatic and beggar!: A poem “

Mother, there is a loud dystopian outcry; must justice die?: A poem

I hear a placenta knocking at my door I always had my lightening amid the vocal sound of silence This is more awakening in the sonne et lumiere Much of it was the love that I had for you! How can I discard the womb of my life for an underbelly of pretentious happiness? Spirituality is much my core, and it is your voiceContinue reading “Mother, there is a loud dystopian outcry; must justice die?: A poem “