Mum, where do I begin? Where does a story begin? Its fated tale ingrained in the stones of the sky… Where do I pick up the threads, then…? …in the past of this lifetime? …or in a further past? For convenience, I’ll stick to the lines of this lifetime! You lost your father at six to the seas of the Atlantic! Continue reading “Mum, where do I begin…?: A poem “
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I think of my options, after much patience and restraint!: A poem
The evil thief and treacheriser took all that was mine. In his hand, his rapining blade was his lease, his lifeline! God lived in spaces, heretofore, sublime! His cup was grail, and, in it, the swirling juices were divine! And such was misfortune, couldn’t call a free tune. Not even honey was sweet taste, when all was taken too soon! Job would rather be a hob(o)Continue reading “I think of my options, after much patience and restraint!: A poem “
O Mother, I do not lament; but I feel the pain of that evil getting you!: A poem
O Mother, how when my protestations are inclusive of both against the evil of Prakash Saint Paul and Anthony Albanese; how both of their evil works to deluge you and me? You see! The two of them only pretend to work against each other! But they are always clandestinely working in tandem to sabotage and defraud me! And if I speak out in honesty, callingContinue reading “O Mother, I do not lament; but I feel the pain of that evil getting you!: A poem “
Hey, you leftie Laborers and Lab-rats, do you think you can ever make me consider you as right for me?: A poem
Who presses your belly buttons to remote control the dimensions, your smoke-screened lecherously faggotty morphing! Do your soulless credentials take a hipsway every time I make myself clear! The atomic clock of PSP’s inswings and outswings are a buggery, like you all have nothing between your legs but the cheated triumphs you obtain from an illegitimate edict from a pervert, who hasContinue reading “Hey, you leftie Laborers and Lab-rats, do you think you can ever make me consider you as right for me?: A poem “
Dionysus, you drunken sot of an evil pervert!: A poem
Even the gods of Olympus didn’t intervene in the misty lushdom of Mount Pangaoin Its silent spectacle became its shame! The Dionysian drunken and wretchedly body banging travestied orgies! God had only ordained that sex be a ritual of hieros gamos, not the evil overindulgence, that Dionysus preached! O Thracians, were your Oracular priestesses the heralds of mouthing despicably degraded toxically-menstruated orificial obscenity and vulgarity?! Dionysus, the murderer, your most self-indulgent malefic divinity aroseContinue reading “Dionysus, you drunken sot of an evil pervert!: A poem “
Those things that I have to say to you, Mother, and Jashmina!: A poem
You know Mother, I trade places to maintain my sovereignty You know that, for this purpose, I have even subordinated my suzerainty I have travailed for eternity but never asked for the rewards in all dignity Who are the laboratory critters that try to lampoon my original integrity? Mother, I have only called you in silence, because their evil could causeContinue reading “Those things that I have to say to you, Mother, and Jashmina!: A poem “
Your Universe of Desire, is not my Universe of Uprightness!: A poem
Can you see the bull is not mere doormat to the matador? And how he actually would love to call back the Minotaur? Do you see there is legitimacy in responding to crime with crime? But would you believe that sometimes those Masters of Eternal Criminality, get away with their murders, like it was just swallowing confectionary? And not a cannibalistic consumption of hapless righteousness! I have a listContinue reading “Your Universe of Desire, is not my Universe of Uprightness!: A poem “
I just felt so valedictorian, but I am a grandmaster, no student!: A poem
There was a time, for so long in my life, that I chain-smoked. You’d think I wanted to kill Scorpio in doing so! But no, there was someone else I had to deal with; who was so impellingly toxic, that I had to forge my own poisoning to escape his! I could have sworn that Jesus, my brother, was not an enemy of mine. It was Continue reading “I just felt so valedictorian, but I am a grandmaster, no student!: A poem “
Will all of you seek your craters in fear…?: A poem
(Pope (most UnLeo), will you shut up? The Church has no right to judge and propose deliverance! It has committed much too many crimes on humanity! I don’t feel livid that Prakash Saint Paul keeps changing the order of things to suit his convenience and garner his lease of life and blindfold and checkmate me. I really think he is pathetically selfish;Continue reading “Will all of you seek your craters in fear…?: A poem “
Little bit of enigmatic questioning from me to Mum and Jashmina!: A poem
What do you know what is hell or heaven? Did you get any idea when you last visited seven-eleven? And how you wonder if everything in between is your gated purgation?! Can I make my choices without any blindfolded, deluded vindication? My mother always thought God lived in heaven? She hadn’t a clue that God lived for some time in her womb, but never did in any angelic illusion! I know she is Maria, Mary, more seven and six, butContinue reading “Little bit of enigmatic questioning from me to Mum and Jashmina!: A poem “
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