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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  “

The worthless evil of treachery; God’s dust is not dirt!: A poem

(You know that God is not responsible for the downfall of everything he stands for! He is not to blame, because he risks his own identity from being stolen!) I agree with Sylvia Plath  that a poem is dust  But would we be so sure  that even dust must  consolidate, to make us form, all of us?  Sometimes,Continue reading “The worthless evil of treachery; God’s dust is not dirt!: A poem”

I swear by the poetry of my soul!: A poem 

You see, when I started writing poetry,  I didn’t think it was of any relevance to anybody else;  I just wrote like a contortionist feeling the wires  of my soul twist with the expression, and feeding them as well  from the library of imagination! How different   is imagination from reality, if one is borrowed from the other? Is there more euphoric vividity in dreaming than merely seeing?  Sometimes,Continue reading “I swear by the poetry of my soul!: A poem “

Would I be moonstruck? Would I be wonderstruck?: A poem 

I was wondering tonight  if I could watch the moon   throw shadows in persuasion at me!  I am limpid as air, but not limping water  I am a chronic romancer, but no crone  Would you believe that Allah got Parkinson’s   in contagion with the crone he slept with?  I am as moonstruck as wonderstruck, tonight  that I chance toContinue reading “Would I be moonstruck? Would I be wonderstruck?: A poem “

In this pain, I try to envision humour and poetry!: A poem 

I am continuously writhing in a warp of pain  as if to stretch every membrane  I want to explode like the memory  of that great God-particle, I once was.  But I still only writhe in pain, in the  stillness of my soul; that has copped  it for eternity. And I feel the wreaths of   helplessness, in my predicament, that  I, myself, chose –Continue reading “In this pain, I try to envision humour and poetry!: A poem “

Sometimes, to walk backward as much as forward!: A poem 

Do you think anyone can invalidate candour or honesty?  Is a memory an illusion or a reality, that you’ve picked up  from some distant recollection? How the stars exist  in our vision beyond their lifetimes? Do you think I would  just hastily valediction a past because it brings me pangs   of pain.  There is a love that overlaps every brigade of change.  From times when there was no script,Continue reading “Sometimes, to walk backward as much as forward!: A poem “