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Sol Invictus; and the time between you and me my darling!: A poem

I have my divinity devolve to you and back again to me, like a game of passing the parcel between us! Must I reckon that a wondrous unpalatable eternity went on and out of the dimensions Like webs that form and must be acceptable Because sustenance became inexorable after the infiltration; and sin became indispensable! We are in an are not. Is it my dreamContinue reading “Sol Invictus; and the time between you and me my darling!: A poem “

Mother, will it ever play `Believe’?: A poem

Mother, looks like nothing’s gonna change! Everything’s gonna remain just the same! I sit hopelessly atop a mountain seeing a rabid civilisation eat up my vegetation! Where stands creation in this thankless gobbledegook? I never got the praise reserved for a magnificent chef or cook! I was just salivated at by crooks! I hear the song playing: `Let it be!’ Did I ever hear you tell me that, Mother? I take example from how you servedContinue reading “Mother, will it ever play `Believe’?: A poem “

I ask you all some pertinent questions!: A poem

Do you think I am feeling pensive, wistful or resigned at the machines in my garden, if I were to believe they were doing more than just pruning my hedgerows? I swear, I can feel sure to react when I get the telepathic feeling stating: Honey, they are shrinking your kids!!! So, would they hold it against me if I did not open my door to the plumber, Continue reading “I ask you all some pertinent questions!: A poem “

All about this world’s existentialism!: A poem

I see the world like a forlorn tree at my window; and I think I shouldn’t wander toward it to pick its fruit. I live battered by a battery of aspirations and refusing to clothe myself in them. The world charge sheeted me before for my hesitation and alleged travesty, I didn’t defend my case with explanations. You keep blaming me over again! I am not anContinue reading “All about this world’s existentialism!: A poem “

Me, Virgo, Monte Cyril Rodrigues!: A poem

I was born on the 8th of September 1964; under the sign of Virgo, but I was actually premature, at six-and-a-half months, so if I had wombed for the entire gestation; I’d have been born a Scorpio-Sagittarius cuspian! I am neither averse to any of the three signs, I just wonder if Mercury still rules me, then! Because at the timeContinue reading “Me, Virgo, Monte Cyril Rodrigues!: A poem “

My Dad, my True Love, and me: A poem

What did I inherit from my Dad? Some people say I remind them of him! But as I look at myself in the mirror I see no similarity, maybe I just can’t tell! He was always a story of past remembrances of the story of Dad and son, repeated every time in the hallways of history, recountable raconteuring in silence There are no mythsContinue reading “My Dad, my True Love, and me: A poem “

The Great Gatsby: A poem

Going morally declinative can decrepit the structure of civilisation’s soul such that nothing embraces dignity in a degenerate edifice that man builds purely for acquisition and not for dignified presence. You can see that too much overambitious zeal can only cause obtuse evil to flourish while intelligent soulful righteousness can be rendered dysfunctional. It is not as if religious pulpits are a vestigeContinue reading “The Great Gatsby: A poem “

The heart has courage of stone, but I am not stone-hearted!: A poem

Mother, I don’t know if I learnt courage from you, but I definitely imbibed a sense of duty from you! And isn’t there immense courage in doing one’s duty? I have inherited innocence from you, and yet much astuteness These are complex contradictions and yet livable maxims I am a cornucopia that’s earned the moniker of being hard-hearted Seldom, does anyone see the gifts in me, that are farContinue reading “The heart has courage of stone, but I am not stone-hearted!: A poem “

Should I linger, despite my reluctance?: A poem

Do you know, I was thinking of going away far from here, where I felt you took the halo off my grounds, off my crown! I was like a garden devoid of leaves and flowers, only hedgerows, reminding me of a rectangular maze with only blind alleys. I looked over my fences and saw the luxuriance of other gardens, butContinue reading “Should I linger, despite my reluctance?: A poem “

Is Porky the Pig welcome in La La Land!: A poem

I don’t care if they grow green beans on the Moon, in the future! Its scant atmosphere is no wafter up my rafter. They used it as the heraldry of love, intuition, Sophia’s wisdom. I didn’t care even to stare at the wolves getting lunatic pangs with blood on their teeth. I just like the pince nez on my nose, withoutContinue reading “Is Porky the Pig welcome in La La Land!: A poem “