Carl Jung: The empath, the archetype; and what is a warped reality?: A poem 

What do you venture to describe in the years  where the mist gathers over you like a blanket  and falls down on you like a spiritual rain, so dense  that it condenses your analytical rationale into a  madness that you fear?! And do you tread into  it like it were your own anima, shining its light  on you, albeit whatContinue reading “Carl Jung: The empath, the archetype; and what is a warped reality?: A poem “

If you could all call a Mango!: A poem 

Did I hang around the big bang?  Was I honky tonk before rock and roll sang?  Did I create my sugar and honey?  Or did it give me diabetes?  Was the singularity more than just a trinity?  Did I create Mum and Dad, or was it them before me?  Sometimes, I wake up singing at three?  How should I know, the Trumps willContinue reading “If you could all call a Mango!: A poem “

I wouldn’t look up to the moon!: A poem 

Do you see what they did to Pluto?  Where do you think they thought they could shove my toes?  Just like Nibiru landed on, and desecrated Iraq?  And you’d think they’d force my cul-de-sac?  Is Eden your myth or a reality that was abandoned by those lecherous alleged gods?  Did they quit when the Ages played their odds?  Did they think I would look upContinue reading “I wouldn’t look up to the moon!: A poem “

I can only warn you, you Laborers!: A poem 

The noises of a long-ongoing theatre  of shadow play from the submersibles  doesn’t deluge the starlight of my memories and convictions!  I am like an incandescent flame of myself  through every echo permeating through  each morsel of sand of destiny!  Do you think what is fated is not fated?  Or do you think your loudmouthed edictions  take the ordination awayContinue reading “I can only warn you, you Laborers!: A poem “

I am a survivor; and still in one piece!: A poem 

(Prakash Saint Paul, you are a very small-hearted person, in fact, you have no heart or soul at all! You only pretend to be the sun because you want to eat all you can get to eat!)  I see a light shining on my face  And I feel transfixed by it  like a meadow hare  thatContinue reading “I am a survivor; and still in one piece!: A poem “

To Saint Paul, the Church, Anthony Albanese, the Labor Parties, the Left, the UN, the EU, the deep sea, the Moon, Allah and all the origins of conspiracy against me!: A poem  

You know you can’t widow a bird from its Godhood  When that little lyrical bird dies   it flies to its God; doesn’t drop into the sea!  I was tailor-made to do my duty  You can’t now keep crushing me by throwing chess pieces at me  You can’t even have anyone I love, for with your relentless crimes against me,  you chose to dispossess me. I am notContinue reading “To Saint Paul, the Church, Anthony Albanese, the Labor Parties, the Left, the UN, the EU, the deep sea, the Moon, Allah and all the origins of conspiracy against me!: A poem  “

I only made a choice, but it took away my voice: A poem 

How could I feel the gnawing,  of grief in silence, without crying,  and know that this illusion of being home   was not mine, since there was no picture of you?  And feel I reside with such unkind reservation  that keeps me from not shattering the windows  and plucking out the thunder from the skies  without the lightning piercing my heart?  What stores the gold of the soul  I sharedContinue reading “I only made a choice, but it took away my voice: A poem “

I have set my ground between Mars and Venus!: A poem 

I suddenly felt I was an ever-enlarged tower  reaching into the heart of the sky  As if I had become Sandalphon  The trunk of the tallest entity ever  I think of the days I became strange to Sol Invictus  And even felt lost with Ares  How every friend I had counted on felt like an enemy?!  Did the loneliness last an eternity?  But now, I think even Sandalphon  doesn’t hold aContinue reading “I have set my ground between Mars and Venus!: A poem “

Love is a soulful absenteeism in its presence: A poem 

Do you think you feel a disconnectedness with sanctity,  a loss of personal structure, a kind of colossal fall from  self-dignity, an erosion of the soul (because your soul is  also made up of the love you feel for others) due to betrayal?  I know that I don’t take chances with love because I am   strongly discerning! Not many fit into the eliteContinue reading “Love is a soulful absenteeism in its presence: A poem “

I am simply baring to dare, if you should test my powers!: A poem 

I just seem to feel like the summer heat  is getting under my skin. But at least   the yellow Crown of Thorns in my balcony  has not died like the rest of my flowering plants;  even though it doesn’t have its earlier glow.   The petunias died; I didn’t even bid them bye!  What is love and caring, without the personal feel!  Would youContinue reading “I am simply baring to dare, if you should test my powers!: A poem “