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I am not King Ahah, O Jezebel of Jerusalem!: A poem

I don’t think I was King Ahah to slip between the thighs into an underworld, so demonic, that it tore my substance and broke my spine. There is such power in allure that it emblazons lust and breaks into an inferno, where you don’t burn but submerge into brine. O Jezebel, can you even bely King Solomon with your guile and spook his wisdom? Continue reading “I am not King Ahah, O Jezebel of Jerusalem!: A poem “

I have this conviction; I have this vocation: A poem

Way back in my growing years, I lived in a community that practised its Catholicism quite unawares of the shakiness of its structure of fervent piety on the undergrowth of an abandoned past. Nobody gave a thought to revolt about forced conversion being a crime. Even me, with an already hidden wisdom, at the age of four, in my first essay on myself, wroteContinue reading “I have this conviction; I have this vocation: A poem “

I lived in unacknowledged kindness: A poem

I have a relentless windswept notion of life like a violinist suddenly losing his fiddle and retrieving it with sheer magic, as if he could airplay his creation, his music I asked myself did I have any exposure, a talent breaking out like a fledgling And I thought, I am so old. Never mind. What after aContinue reading “I lived in unacknowledged kindness: A poem “

You should all shut up with your hypocrisy and treason!: A poem

Did you know I was like King Lear who divided all his love, between you all and lost everything, to a tragic betrayal? Did you feel thorn-pricked at any moment when I was eternally cold and despairing feeling the pangs of excruciating pain and I survived it all, only to save your souls? You have allContinue reading “You should all shut up with your hypocrisy and treason!: A poem “

I am sorry Coalition; you know that your oblivion is not my crime!: A poem

I live in the air of the night. Like I was in a closet, shut out from the noises of life. It is as if I can imagine my cloistered legspace winding up in a roominess of strange thoughts from inklings of the day. And I feel encumbrances of emotions and awareness love, grief, pain, excitement, benevolence, odiousness, generosity, rage, brevity and longevity. Like allContinue reading “I am sorry Coalition; you know that your oblivion is not my crime!: A poem “

Elections are never honest!: A poem

Evil thinks God’s Kings are not nice things. By definition, how does evil qualify its own evil? And how does evil qualify the contradictory righteous! You may all have believed in the clergy and Papal edict in the past; Now you believe in the vilest propaganda! Men like to believe they are Masters; God didn’t hasten to disguise his repulsion, but was patient, when undeserving Men were made Kings! Continue reading “Elections are never honest!: A poem “

What is the geography of God’s ultimatum?: A poem

What is the quantum spin between you and me? Should I take it that every transmigration of existence died like a Schrodinger’s cat, after it broke out of the box? You may think if it’s virtual reality, or the invisibility of true form grating its way against space-time and gathering mass? I know and believe in formations that exist asContinue reading “What is the geography of God’s ultimatum?: A poem “

In this pain, I try to envision humour and poetry!: A poem

I am continuously writhing in a warp of pain as if to stretch every membrane I want to explode like the memory of that great God-particle, I once was. But I still only writhe in pain, in the stillness of my soul; that has copped it for eternity. And I feel the wreaths of helplessness, in my predicament, that I, myself, chose –Continue reading “In this pain, I try to envision humour and poetry!: A poem “

And should you know two millennia belonged to Paul, not Jesus!: A poem

Did all the nuns at Sunday School help you get your sign of the cross to practised perfection? And did they teach you to end it with an Aye-men! Sometimes Christianity, for all its lies, can be candid. But they didn’t tell you Amen came from the Egyptian Amun! I just think Christianity is a religion that gropes on all fours asContinue reading “And should you know two millennia belonged to Paul, not Jesus!: A poem “

How fortunate is evil?!: A poem

(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 “