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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 “

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 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 “

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 “

(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 “

When I have lost everything, and understood  the valiance of my soul. That I didn’t wait  for the spring to come to see the seeds  sprout into proud and tender saplings  Did I think pride was in suffering so much  and never gaining anything from it, but the   tenderness of being nothingness, like an   old warrior who wants to accept noContinue reading “When I have lost everything; and begun to understand!: A poem “

You can see I have not couch-potatoed my beliefs  if there is any wonderment left in believing alone  if you can take belief beyond the hemisphere of deceit  if you can stretch it beyond every limit of universal snub  That still makes me a master of myself; even if an ignored grandmaster!  If God couldn’t garner loyalty for his sacrifice  would he simply abandon you allContinue reading “Me and metaphysics: A poem “

There came a time in my life  when I had to mother my own mother  If you think destiny finds it suitable   to reverse roles. I have known too many  secrets to feel confused by such accidents  And relationships are no accidents of one lifetime!  Like suddenly, to discover that the infant in your arms  is your eternal love! You can see, there is  moreContinue reading “So much musing, in a nutshell!: A poem “

I have the sky in my mezzanine  Because I have an inclination  to take the top and bottom out of everything  It happens to address the controversy of evil  breathing at my neck, tailing my step  The artificial flora and fauna these conspirators create  are not native to my jungle book. And if this persists  like a machination of weather-gods, IContinue reading “How can anything be divine?!: A poem “

(WordPress, I’d like this poem to be mailed to every Australian citizen) I’d rather be Faustian fire than the frost of fish!  There is more halo in Satan, than in that Saint (of Heaven)  beckoning and being beckoned by the Church  His grey eminence is feared by all his decoys,  his scapegoats. What is his name? Paul?   Would you trollContinue reading “Would you want me to define a little truth, Australia?: A poem “