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`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 “

Archangel Gabriel, you gay lunatic and beggar!: A poem

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 swinging on a vine! Did you come thus farContinue reading “Archangel Gabriel, you gay lunatic and beggar!: A poem “

One battle after another! Or The Jungian caution of gift and liability!: A poem

There is a revelation that not only comes from a historical perspective garnered from your soul; but also, an attentive education from another highly aware soul. That we know our matches and mismatches of wisdom, and we know the incongruities that exist as friends (how distant they may seem) as also our enemies (how near they are to us). Do weContinue reading “One battle after another! Or The Jungian caution of gift and liability!: A poem “

Jashmina are the echoes of my poetry resonant to you?: A poem

You know Jashmina, maleficence is not my munition! Neither is fakeish foppishness my fortress! I am certain that peerless purity is my beauty! Even though no one believes there is anything as pure as can be! Can my purity be undermined by my angst about you? Did my sacrifice for you be screeched into verbosity? You know that it was a silent edifice for all eternity! Only, sometimes, a brevity in myContinue reading “Jashmina are the echoes of my poetry resonant to you?: A poem “

Just a lesson in self-perspective, not a treatise in expression of grief!: A poem

I know there are limits to fortitude, to the ability to endure pain. Especially when you think you have no recourse to anyone; or you simply don’t want to express your emotion. How do you emote (to calibrate pain in the baldness of expression), as if its expression, itself, would leave you inconvenienced and sanguinelessly frustrated! And your pain is so myriad that you can’t even locate it; That its sensationContinue reading “Just a lesson in self-perspective, not a treatise in expression of grief!: A poem “