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 “

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 “

Dezi Freeman: You understood your soul; you lived to be free!: A poem 

We do not need the police of government to teach us our rights  The complacent ones are the ones who believe their freedom  lies in the pitcher of democracy, that is an undemocratic gubernation  You can see the soul does not thrive on these laws, these proformas  of justice chartered in the constitution of the alleged freeContinue reading “Dezi Freeman: You understood your soul; you lived to be free!: A poem “

Mother, I still believe in myself (even with no practical help from anyone), I assure you!: A poem 

Would you think the sun would prefer a comatose  because it fears its awakening will only be its imprisonment and hijacking?  I have just learnt that every horizon, like they said,  in those medieval days, that the flat earth had flesh-eating monsters  at its edges! Who would want to fall, then, into a sea to   be dragged down? We still don’t know the depths it canContinue reading “Mother, I still believe in myself (even with no practical help from anyone), I assure you!: A poem “

Oh! How I remember my beautiful pets! In a memory of grieving euphoria!: A poem 

O You think what is fidelity, what is love?!  A bond that even a cynical misanthrope would abound!  This is like a machine shooting out the tennis balls  To keep you alive and kicking and aim the racquet of your heart  How do you feel this exercise of your soul  So agile and eager, like an owl in the night!  I wouldn’t even care aContinue reading “Oh! How I remember my beautiful pets! In a memory of grieving euphoria!: A poem “

`Rod(in)’rigues is alone with himself, the thinking God!: A poem 

I’d give you a vide ante of my viscosity  because God slips through your fingers  before you can even imagine your aptitude  of staking claims. I am just interested in  divining in my own cup of tea; that’s no selfishness;  better than you egomaniacs. I have no heartbreak   from your heartlessness, there is no warranty on my  obduracy. Don’t think you can give me yourContinue reading “`Rod(in)’rigues is alone with himself, the thinking God!: A poem “

Do you feel God’s pulses, impulses, repulses…?: A poem 

Do you feel God’s pulses, impulses, repulses  A magnetosphere that affords no allusion  where the communicants in the projection  are all unequivocally lost in rejection  I am a child of a beatitude needing no acknowledgement;  not impressed by the assumed sanctimony of others  I sympathise with the heretics, more than the bricks  thrown at them by yourContinue reading “Do you feel God’s pulses, impulses, repulses…?: A poem “

Love to see Australia awash; the media certainly wants that!: A poem 

Before God could even make his wish and  complete his tribulation; they were all  writing odes and making films to Allah  Allah land. And the greens and Lefties were full of spirit; busking all   over Europe and shining at 35! Could they  have grown any older and wiser? Keir Starmer looks   perpetually quizzed, doesn’t he? Merz looks like he is   just about to burst into tears! Macron feels like hisContinue reading “Love to see Australia awash; the media certainly wants that!: A poem “