Don Mclean, how beautifully you described Van Gogh! A starry night, when I look into it and feel the pulse of an eternal past, and then I draw courage, and then I should persevere to believe! That all things so sorrowful meet their end before our own! And Van Gogh’s soul was as beautiful and enrapturing as his art! How beautiful is the truth, whenContinue reading “Don (DT) McLean, Van Gogh’s beauty and Dostoevsky’s beauty; so what is suicide?: A poem “
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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 “
There was a time when I felt inhibited by the Sun!: A poem
There was a time when I felt inhibited by the sun It was not because I didn’t like Sol Invictus; but I had knowledge that poor him was taken by an imposter. Now, I prefer long sunny days of Summer, where dawn breaks early and dusk comes late. I no longer feel postured by the fact that the Sun isContinue reading “There was a time when I felt inhibited by the Sun!: A poem “
I’m sorry, English is not my language; I have my own unique lingo!: A poem
Do you conjecture I only waste words on my blogsite while I am always silent in a manner of speaking? Is that golden? The brashness of putting the truth down on paper, is that it will always be used as evidence against you by treacherous conspirators! So do you think I am baulked between bastions? I can beContinue reading “I’m sorry, English is not my language; I have my own unique lingo!: A poem “
This January, This May, This September!: A poem
When I lived in the northern hemisphere, in a land of spice, milk and honey, I respected the mild-tempered January, the heat of May and the equanimity of September. As if their ambience remained illustratively pervading all through the year. Like a waterless rain of love, and more significantly, a reign. Like childhood’s enchanted chrysalis forming every day. MumContinue reading “This January, This May, This September!: 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 “
Jashmina, I thought Sylvia Plath would resonate with you!: A poem
Do you know Jashmina, there can be no life in hating and vengeance; but submitting to evil is certain death! You should understand what I am trying to tell you? So, suffering that comes from belief is not a crime against one’s honour; but the fighting bravery of retaining it! Did you know Sylvia Plath hated her father?! She never forgave him to her dying day, when she committed suicide! And she triedContinue reading “Jashmina, I thought Sylvia Plath would resonate with you!: A poem “
O Mother, the thought of you is like sitting by the fireplace!: A poem
O Mother, the thought of you is like sitting by the fireplace, an image of you – such innocence and simplicity in your face How you were so naive, you took everything so literally, yet you had a profound sense of dignity and equanimity in wisdom You had patience that was the axiom of your existence Continue reading “O Mother, the thought of you is like sitting by the fireplace!: A poem “
Good on you, Keanu Reeves: If you are a lover, you gotta be a fighter!: A poem
The first time I heard Tina Turner sing: We don’t need another hero! I wanted to drown it out in my rage. But I am seldom enraged! Even to those who maintain: I love, and I am no fighter! The true heroes of this world don’t like your Pacifistic subterfuge You can’t subset their courage, should you choose to defeat them through aContinue reading “Good on you, Keanu Reeves: If you are a lover, you gotta be a fighter!: A poem “
I just thought I sometimes feel like rushing, in all the waiting…: A poem
(I don’t think all blacks look like apes, I think Nicki Minaj looks beautiful! Some whites do look like trash, though, like Anthony Albanese!) Though we didn’t fall like binaries to the earth at the same time. I always knew you were hanging out there for me! So, I just kept waiting for the precious moment! And every beautiful 8th September, I wished with my head in the clouds, thought I could see you there! How lateContinue reading “I just thought I sometimes feel like rushing, in all the waiting…: A poem “
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