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Dad, there is nothing hollow in the purity of belief!: A poem

O my poor Dad! What is the habitability zone? I gave you Olympus, but how could we have become like clouds dispersing from one another in the torrential rain? I am not going to freeze in such disparateness, I swear! I am not mothballing like an old trainwreck! All the inconvenience of the ages, all the trapezing and walking on Continue reading “Dad, there is nothing hollow in the purity of belief!: A poem “

It is four months into 2026; I want my mother’s help to ramshackle the villains!: A poem

You know my mother was an honest 2026; all over her soul; She was literal, never metaphorical, never conjugated to iambs of satire, mockery, or mudslinging. She had duty and honesty written all over her soul. They have always tried to make her seem disconnected with me; I know she has always been with me, no matter what! You know the maggotty faggotty sharksContinue reading “It is four months into 2026; I want my mother’s help to ramshackle the villains!: A poem “

This is love, this is grief and no sorrow! This is landslide!: A poem

I took a step over the mountain, one more step took me over, Yet there always was another mountain to climb! I could see all the reflections in the snow, in the air But I felt a warmth in belief, never the cold of fear! You can see there always was a new battlefront at the horizon Continue reading “This is love, this is grief and no sorrow! This is landslide!: A poem “

What is conviction, when I just can’t seem to convince anybody?!: A poem

(What happens when love is hijacked and falls apart?) Were you not the one who anointed me with sacred unction, way back then in a time-space when the absolute real love and light was all that mattered and the euphoria was all prevalent! How is it so languished in oblivion, so far from memory that none have the courage to evenContinue reading “What is conviction, when I just can’t seem to convince anybody?!: A poem “

God never reposes in ashes; he is forever Phoenix!: A poem

(I couldn’t be bothered wanting your fucking definitions of my aspirations! I don’t want any shit from the deceivers who mutilated me! Just get fucked! I have no left wings! Get fucked you imposters, that took what is mine, and want to instill a silence upon me, so that you can defraud me with your thieved (from me) offerings and propositions!Continue reading “God never reposes in ashes; he is forever Phoenix!: A poem “

Sometimes, I’d like to be my own ad hominin!: A poem

You know to love yourself and respect yourself, is like adamantine, a lustre beyond reckoning; harder than any crystal, should your evil want to destroy it? The char of you cannot even imagine carboniferating to the extent I have over the ages? Should you think you do not want to heed to my rhythm and embark on a relentless fusillade of me, to throw meContinue reading “Sometimes, I’d like to be my own ad hominin!: A poem “

My Karma is never wandering into the forgiveness of those criminals!: A poem

Even my broken dreams, over the ages, turned from carboniferous coal, slowly, into priceless diamonds! Even my disillusions became breathing reflections in affirmation of the veracity of the Universe! Even my repeated deaths became livewire, energising the cosmic soul! I am here, there and everywhere! Much quicker than the light, that, itself, takes time to travel I am not daunted by the lightyears, you all try to alarm my sensesContinue reading “My Karma is never wandering into the forgiveness of those criminals!: A poem “

Dad look at me, rage crosses my mind in my patience!: A poem

Sometimes, I think I can break every moment like a walnut, in the nutcracker of my mind! As if I was some kind of Shivaite entity, the cosmos like paper crunching between my fingers And I don’t need to draw out its entrails becuase at the point of my destructive force, I am disinterested! I am not obsessed with the villainyContinue reading “Dad look at me, rage crosses my mind in my patience!: A poem “

Mother, there is a loud dystopian outcry; must justice die?: A poem

I hear a placenta knocking at my door I always had my lightening amid the vocal sound of silence This is more awakening in the sonne et lumiere Much of it was the love that I had for you! How can I discard the womb of my life for an underbelly of pretentious happiness? Spirituality is much my core, and it is your voiceContinue reading “Mother, there is a loud dystopian outcry; must justice die?: A poem “