Would you have sprung forth unconsciously into the world, when you were unceremoniously caught in the forceps of a conceiving reality subordinating your own hidden conception of spirit? Did you realise that this lifetime was a pretentious circle, even if time was meant to be circular, because there was actually the diagonality of two ends? Would you be aware, that you were infernally locked up in the diagonality of the twoContinue reading “Where does truth stand, between hypotheses and lies?: A poem “
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Hermes, where lies the Tabula Smardgina?: A poem
I am a quantum spin ball around a vortex, an unmeasurable revolution around a crankshaft A life witness to the ordinance of rebirth and reincarnation Above even time, steadfast with its ages And the power to change earth’s seasons Would I have stopped by to write the secrets in the Tabula Smardgina? The secrets unveiled by Hermes Trismegistos, The Thrice Great; when wisdom is bequeathed only at a timeContinue reading “Hermes, where lies the Tabula Smardgina?: 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 “
`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 “
Hey Saint Albanese, would you go on your knees to the Vatican?: A poem
Hey Saint Albanese, do you see that edifice between your thighs stand tall with your treachery; and then discover it is no dick. That is why your inglorious beatifier Prakash Saint Paul only loves you from behind the lurid curtains, because he is always famished for a dick (lowda)! He can’t cock suck you, since you haven’t got any! And do you fancy your transvestite garments inContinue reading “Hey Saint Albanese, would you go on your knees to the Vatican?: A poem “
God is a very old unforgiver! A very old unforgiver!: A poem
Did you think Satan loved only himself and nobody else? The mass at the Centric end was called Black; black as the light it shone! We didn’t know, did we? Climbing a ladder and falling over each other with Heavenly lies! It’s not God who takes you, with drooling teeth He is not responsible for the sin you were led to believe. So thatContinue reading “God is a very old unforgiver! A very old unforgiver!: A poem “
What would I want?: A poem
I have learnt to love by being at a distance from it! There was a genuine pain, but no grief! Like a music you turned off, but keeps playing in your ears, you sung along and it stung And you learnt that it rung, every crescendo for an eternity! Would I keep believing despite the, sometimes, pin and needle of doubt that faith may die one day, or another day? And IContinue reading “What would I want?: A poem “
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