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You know sacrifice doesn’t entail forgiving of the very wicked!: A poem

I thought I heard the songs of revelation (not despicable Saint John’s) Their beauty is a wisdom that few people begin to be aware of Yet, I thought I knew of them, before they’re speaking The burning bush speaks, but first makes symbolic presentations For the memory of the recipient should undertake to decipher the silent wisdom! DoContinue reading “You know sacrifice doesn’t entail forgiving of the very wicked!: A poem “

True love, sacrifice is fine – but not self-destruction!: A poem

If you have the happiness of sadness then grief is no coffin in pressing departure And one feels no sorrow in stoic bravery, to a point! And you can evolve in the calmness of the substance of treasures even if you have an inkling of the eventuality that the evil may attempt to take even that away! And one feels no panic in the storm that blows away your rooftopsContinue reading “True love, sacrifice is fine – but not self-destruction!: A poem “

This poetry; is it the song of love?: A poem

You know, this poetry, it can leave your soul heart warmed on a curb of sweet-sonorous onomatopiased percussive melody of first sounds! In a brief lilt, like a wind in a recess that walks you out into the wonder of new light. If you chose to listen to the cryptic messenger as much as you relax in the simple lyrics! I haveContinue reading “This poetry; is it the song of love?: A poem “

How to be wise and kind?!: A poem

I read a poem that advised me: Be wise with your words, be kind! Be generous! You know, easier said than done. And if you want to flay candour! That there is honesty to resort to for the one who wants to own officious bluntness! Or do you care for the trifle blandness of banter that suits everyone and goes no distance?! Would youContinue reading “How to be wise and kind?!: A poem “

About the bête noir, Saint Paul: A poem

You know, if he laughed, he’d have his glass belly all cracked up, like a mirror hit by a sledgehammer! So, he doesn’t laugh as much as he plots, To keep wily-taleing the world. If liars brought down truths for millennia! You know if he grins, his teeth would turn to Medusa’s strands and his tongue would fork like the serpent that impostered God (For, he is!)! HeContinue reading “About the bête noir, Saint Paul: A poem “

On John Dunne, libertinism and idealism!: A poem

(Can you blame one for the occasional stumble and take down all one’s idealism for it? You know my love has been transcendental, despite my failings of unmanifested lust to some others. You know I have always been loyal to that metempyschosised love! I know that is my inherent Godhood!) What do you call yourself, if you love an axiom like yourContinue reading “On John Dunne, libertinism and idealism!: A poem “

Wisdom; and the many misconceptions surrounding it!: A poem

(You know, there is more beauty in the conviction of not forgiving, than in the misconceived largesse of forgiving. You can see that evil becomes more flagrant with its condoning! Are the rampant institutions of civilisation guilty of absolving themselves? Evil always obtained its sustenance and power by manipulating both circumstance and evidence. Humanity always seems to empathise with the unworthy! Who can be blamed with all the propaganda abounding?) YouContinue reading “Wisdom; and the many misconceptions surrounding it!: A poem “

Controlled madness and unconditional insanity: A poem

Decadence of spirit is falling to the convenience of matter. And you may discover that what you learnt in those old tunics of past lifetimes, can never be reprobated! And you may begin to conclude that conventional education was an anomaly to garnering astute wisdom! I pondered my youth over many books, called wise; and very wiselyContinue reading “Controlled madness and unconditional insanity: A poem “

Hey Saint Peter, is heaven better than seven-eleven?: A poem

Hey Saint Peter, do you love standing at Heaven’s gates? The key is in your pocket! But the sins are whose mates? Ask the pious doctor fervent about Medecins Sans Frontiers! Was the Holy Spirit so free-for-all; not at least for Helen’s Simon Magus? Is the Vatican so knowledgeable about graces; it really had us! So, you absolve whatContinue reading “Hey Saint Peter, is heaven better than seven-eleven?: A poem “

If I must build towers from resurrected graves…:A poem

Would I feel the insolent, impudent charade of shadows take the azure of the sky out of my eye! And fill my face with the sodomy of grave blackening I have, like Atlas, carried the world, even shouldered the tears of the stars in a looming infinite unending night of grief Shoveling up the graves of theContinue reading “If I must build towers from resurrected graves…:A poem “