If you realise there is much beatitude in my beauty, then wash my feet at your sepulchers! For my dignity was, all along, reciprocated with much indignation! If you all have the courage to fill your souls with rectitude?! Would the tabernacle of Moses (Akhenaten) feast after leaving Tel-el-Amarna? After Egypt, where his older brother Smenkhkare (Aaron) followed hisContinue reading “What does Moses (Pharaoh Akhenaten) have to say?: A poem “
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On John Dunne, libertinism and idealism!: A poem
(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 “
Wisdom; and the many misconceptions surrounding it!: A poem
(You know, there is more beauty in the conviction of not forgiving, than in the misconceived largesse of forgiving. You can see that evil becomes more flagrant with its condoning! Are the rampant institutions of civilisation guilty of absolving themselves? Evil always obtained its sustenance and power by manipulating both circumstance and evidence. Humanity always seems to empathise with the unworthy! Who can be blamed with all the propaganda abounding?) YouContinue reading “Wisdom; and the many misconceptions surrounding it!: A poem “
Controlled madness and unconditional insanity: A poem
Decadence of spirit is falling to the convenience of matter. And you may discover that what you learnt in those old tunics of past lifetimes, can never be reprobated! And you may begin to conclude that conventional education was an anomaly to garnering astute wisdom! I pondered my youth over many books, called wise; and very wiselyContinue reading “Controlled madness and unconditional insanity: A poem “
Am I O(!) so brave…!: A poem
Back in school – was I so brave? Even as I remember counting the strands of the universe to recollect my past lives! Is bravery acquired(?)… or does it need to be remembered, retrieved from the flakes of your gene pool, DNA or RNA? I just think this world is not conditioned to understand bravery!Continue reading “Am I O(!) so brave…!: A poem “
Hey Saint Peter, is heaven better than seven-eleven?: 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 “
If I must build towers from resurrected graves…:A poem
Would I feel the insolent, impudent charade of shadows take the azure of the sky out of my eye! And fill my face with the sodomy of grave blackening I have, like Atlas, carried the world, even shouldered the tears of the stars in a looming infinite unending night of grief Shoveling up the graves of theContinue reading “If I must build towers from resurrected graves…:A poem “
Mum, where do I begin…?: A poem
Mum, where do I begin? Where does a story begin? Its fated tale ingrained in the stones of the sky… Where do I pick up the threads, then…? …in the past of this lifetime? …or in a further past? For convenience, I’ll stick to the lines of this lifetime! You lost your father at six to the seas of the Atlantic! Continue reading “Mum, where do I begin…?: A poem “
I think of my options, after much patience and restraint!: A poem
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 “
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 “
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