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 “
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Consubstantiation: A poem
Where does a beginning begin, if it is self-consolatory to pick up a piece in the middle and be lost in the impression that it is the beginning! If you can rally around the underscored fact that truth must have had a beginning itself… Or could it have zeroed in, becoming itself without a beginning, evolving out of a chasm ofContinue reading “Consubstantiation: A poem “
Dad, I fear this vessel of milk is splitting: A poem
I was locked in a dream, a consolate dream; that, though, you were lost to me in this lifetime, I thought I’d stumble upon you, somehow, in the alleys of time. As if in cavorting without a touted aspiration, I’d simply conjure up a fate! That, should you be in my arms, as my son again! The vainglory of this aspiration is all but in vain now,Continue reading “Dad, I fear this vessel of milk is splitting: A poem “
The truth is never appreciated; my kindness was always misjudged: A poem
You know, I have dabbled, at times, in self-praise; It was because, so often, my self-worth had taken a beating at the hands of the vilest treachery! I always felt the need to do what was imminent to the necessity of the day! And, for it, I discovered I was the bravest person in the world; but unacknowledged for it! You knowContinue reading “The truth is never appreciated; my kindness was always misjudged: A poem “
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 “
Can I hear the travestied music in the streets!: A poem
Out on the street with no name, a rookie approached me and asked me a question: Would I name it? It was an alley to posterity! I brushed him aside; he fell like a rock into a puddle. I won’t even name the meteor that fell at Mecca as an omen of my future! You should know that every time I spellContinue reading “Can I hear the travestied music in the streets!: A poem “
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