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(To Anthony Albanese and Prakash Saint Paul, the protagonists of evil…)  Do you think I must bathe in the desertification of my soul?  It seems like an agony of eternity! Should I lay the wreath on my own grave!  That God should walk again and again, bravely to his fate  where the entrails of time only ever-lastinglyContinue reading “How fortunate is evil?!: A poem “

When I have lost everything, and understood  the valiance of my soul. That I didn’t wait  for the spring to come to see the seeds  sprout into proud and tender saplings  Did I think pride was in suffering so much  and never gaining anything from it, but the   tenderness of being nothingness, like an   old warrior who wants to accept noContinue reading “When I have lost everything; and begun to understand!: A poem “

You can see I have not couch-potatoed my beliefs  if there is any wonderment left in believing alone  if you can take belief beyond the hemisphere of deceit  if you can stretch it beyond every limit of universal snub  That still makes me a master of myself; even if an ignored grandmaster!  If God couldn’t garner loyalty for his sacrifice  would he simply abandon you allContinue reading “Me and metaphysics: A poem “

There came a time in my life  when I had to mother my own mother  If you think destiny finds it suitable   to reverse roles. I have known too many  secrets to feel confused by such accidents  And relationships are no accidents of one lifetime!  Like suddenly, to discover that the infant in your arms  is your eternal love! You can see, there is  moreContinue reading “So much musing, in a nutshell!: A poem “

I have the sky in my mezzanine  Because I have an inclination  to take the top and bottom out of everything  It happens to address the controversy of evil  breathing at my neck, tailing my step  The artificial flora and fauna these conspirators create  are not native to my jungle book. And if this persists  like a machination of weather-gods, IContinue reading “How can anything be divine?!: A poem “

(WordPress, I’d like this poem to be mailed to every Australian citizen) I’d rather be Faustian fire than the frost of fish!  There is more halo in Satan, than in that Saint (of Heaven)  beckoning and being beckoned by the Church  His grey eminence is feared by all his decoys,  his scapegoats. What is his name? Paul?   Would you trollContinue reading “Would you want me to define a little truth, Australia?: A poem “

I am not walking in the rain,  even though, for too long, I’ve known pain!  I am certainly no shadow,  no following the object like a stalker  but a master of my own devices and design  We are no prey until we begin to feel victimised  Predators are like a function of destiny, that knows how to consign themContinue reading “I am not walking in the rain!: A poem “

I was never carved out of wood or alabaster  I can say, I am an icon within myself  Those decades when I hid deep within myself  because all that evil was trying to read the mind of God;  and still is! Would you think God would have to seek to find himself;  even when his identity was stolen byContinue reading “You all may be vulnerable, but are culpable for my gullibility: A poem “