The evil thief and treacheriser took all that was mine. In his hand, his rapining blade was his lease, his lifeline! God lived in spaces, heretofore, sublime! His cup was grail, and, in it, the swirling juices were divine! And such was misfortune, couldn’t call a free tune. Not even honey was sweet taste, when all was taken too soon! Job would rather be a hob(o)Continue reading “I think of my options, after much patience and restraint!: A poem “
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Mother, all the ink is a mere blink in description of you!: A poem
These little lines in honour of you are a mere blink of ink in comparison to the great spirit of dignity of you! For, you were like a flame that burnt – but didn’t burn to chastise; and emblazoned to lend the nurture of warmth; like the sun, so full of fire but so apparently cool and forbearingly guardian! This was no parched desert of defunct lack of imagination, butContinue reading “Mother, all the ink is a mere blink in description of you!: A poem “
O Mother, I do not lament; but I feel the pain of that evil getting you!: 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 “
Dad, I fear this vessel of milk is splitting: A poem
I was locked in a dream, a consolate dream; that, though, you were lost to me in this lifetime, I thought I’d stumble upon you, somehow, in the alleys of time. As if in cavorting without a touted aspiration, I’d simply conjure up a fate! That, should you be in my arms, as my son again! The vainglory of this aspiration is all but in vain now,Continue reading “Dad, I fear this vessel of milk is splitting: A poem “
A parody, comitragedy, and an irony of Rapunzel in her tower!: A poem
You know the cross-hybridisation between two extremes has only been the manipulative misadventure of fishy connivers who came to earth a long time ago! This insolent crime has been continued by those who maintained their legacy, after the evil left earth! It is a tragedy that no one understands that alchemy is meant to achieve a pure state, notContinue reading “A parody, comitragedy, and an irony of Rapunzel in her tower!: A poem “
This is love, this is grief and no sorrow! This is landslide!: A poem
I took a step over the mountain, one more step took me over, Yet there always was another mountain to climb! I could see all the reflections in the snow, in the air But I felt a warmth in belief, never the cold of fear! You can see there always was a new battlefront at the horizon Continue reading “This is love, this is grief and no sorrow! This is landslide!: A poem “
What is conviction, when I just can’t seem to convince anybody?!: A poem
(What happens when love is hijacked and falls apart?) Were you not the one who anointed me with sacred unction, way back then in a time-space when the absolute real love and light was all that mattered and the euphoria was all prevalent! How is it so languished in oblivion, so far from memory that none have the courage to evenContinue reading “What is conviction, when I just can’t seem to convince anybody?!: A poem “
Hey, you leftie Laborers and Lab-rats, do you think you can ever make me consider you as right for me?: 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 “
Dionysus, you drunken sot of an evil pervert!: 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 “
Those things that I have to say to you, Mother, and Jashmina!: 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 “
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