(I don’t think all blacks look like apes, I think Nicki Minaj looks beautiful! Some whites do look like trash, though, like Anthony Albanese!) Though we didn’t fall like binaries to the earth at the same time. I always knew you were hanging out there for me! So, I just kept waiting for the precious moment! And every beautiful 8th September, I wished with my head in the clouds, thought I could see you there! How lateContinue reading “I just thought I sometimes feel like rushing, in all the waiting…: A poem “
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Jesus, I didn’t throw the gauntlet at you; but could I question your legitimacy?: A poem
You know, it was a man that they called messiah, not a God He who deliberately took to riding the ass into Jerusalem to fulfill a prophecy; was it a grand deception; or his spite to challenge his father, Joseph, who had reserved the legacy of messianism for his second son, James. Jesus always caused a lot of migraine to Joseph! Even whenContinue reading “Jesus, I didn’t throw the gauntlet at you; but could I question your legitimacy?: A poem “
You have all not yet seen my wrath!: A poem
I am no breakaway shambled dream! No spray of easy-clean! No alleviation-seeking faggoty queen like Prakash Saint Paul and Anthony Albanese, as you have seen! And all their roe befits the deep sea That they were wombed from a hollow of eternity so abysmal that it only had skeletal teeth! Would you want to join their party and appease them and treacherise me? Are you all likeContinue reading “You have all not yet seen my wrath!: A poem “
I lie in this wonder in the hope of that ultimate miracle: A poem
(…free of the treachery of thieves and hijackers like Prakash Saint Paul, Anthony Albanese and their ilk) Do you think love was a weaver’s factory where you can predict what is ultimately woven? I can say I found true love in a wicker basket of a cradle; without being able to possess it? Do you think I felt sceptical that I need redemption from the folly of such belief? I believe, even if they compelContinue reading “I lie in this wonder in the hope of that ultimate miracle: A poem “
Is all this patient waiting for true love worth the while?: A poem
I have seen the cold snowflakes rain down on my life’s floor of solitude. Yet, not once did I complain of the cold in my bones. You can see that my home was always empty beyond the loneliness of my voice. But I did not once rue, for I sang a song of love that brought down all these confounding walls! IContinue reading “Is all this patient waiting for true love worth the while?: A poem “
How do I believe in the sum of all things?: A poem
How do I believe, what is the sum of all things when I add or subtract, multiply or divide like all the four seasons comprised in one day? What is the stone flung, that takes with it all possessions? like a soul that must lose to maintain everything else’s equilibrium? And do I call on Mother, Father, Lover, forgetting each name,Continue reading “How do I believe in the sum of all things?: A poem “
Jacob thinks of Joseph!: A poem
You know when it rained like hell and the Nile swelled up, like an asp that had overeaten, and the alligators even took some lives of cultivators Joseph looked at the skies, and informed the Pharaoh that there would be years of drought so, to stockpile for the drought years to follow! And so, it was that theContinue reading “Jacob thinks of Joseph!: A poem “
Where does the story fall in time…: A poem
Did I call on love… in a life that left me standing alone What did I forget…even myself I didn’t even look at my shadow I turned it over, away from my feet that walked in their sinews, and in weariness but at least they didn’t break like my teeth! Do you know my fruits fell far away from my tree? So,Continue reading “Where does the story fall in time…: A poem “
Would we be limitless, by ignoring our limits?: A poem
Is the manifoldness of your knowledge making a masterpiece or a stump of your comprehension? Is the artificiality making a tangent of your cognition? Or is it running like a parallel line, and will soon merge with your consciousness making you an alien to yourself? Would that be a submission or a submersion? Would we know the infiniteContinue reading “Would we be limitless, by ignoring our limits?: A poem “
The worthless evil of treachery; God’s dust is not dirt!: A poem
(You know that God is not responsible for the downfall of everything he stands for! He is not to blame, because he risks his own identity from being stolen!) I agree with Sylvia Plath that a poem is dust But would we be so sure that even dust must consolidate, to make us form, all of us? Sometimes,Continue reading “The worthless evil of treachery; God’s dust is not dirt!: A poem”
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