She gaslighted me until my self worth had been burned,
She held her torch tightly in her hand,
Prepared to blow up our friendship once more,
A flame flickered in her eyes, a flame only I could see,
She victimised herself, and everyone believed her,
No one sees the flame of vengeance she holds in her heart.
Lord Cam Was Here.
I had and spent a great time here.
The end is not far away.
I turned 65 in May of this year 2024.
I am on my way out. Heading up to heaven.
I helped a lot of people. Many turned ungrateful. But it's all ok.
I did it for Love.
I was victimised and ostrasised at Times,
Repaid unkindness for Kindness, Treated harshly and cheated at times.
But by luck or faith, or blessings, I always managed to bounce back.
And In spite of it all I lived a wondaful and most happy life.
Always with a pure, sincere and giving heart.
I always tried hard to be a truthful man, even when i was lied upon.
I have always been blessed with an abundance of happiness and Cheerfulness,
Lucky Me.
Blessed with 3 children, although only one seem to be bothering with me nowadays.
I find the others ungrateful Like many of the hypocrites and parasites
I've me in my life-In every walk of life.
But that did not stop me being Loving and Loved and like I said Blessed.
And when I'm Gone, do not mourn for me.
In fact just celebrate having touched our lives together in some way.
I will be gone to a much better , higher place of Goodwill
Where Goodwill is not so sparse.
How many times do I have to kill you
Just for you to understand?
I am not the monster you pretend I am—
Your portrayal makes me sick—
You have victimised yourself and left me to blame;
Did you really think I’d let that happen?
Your suffering was never the first thing on my mind;
My own problems were always more important—
So you can cower and hide from me all you want,
Making me out as the cunning wolf lying in wait.
But you should know one thing:
I too am just an innocent fawn—
One forced to bear the teeth and claws of a beast.
Because of you, I became a monster:
What you always wanted me to be.
So I destroy you every chance I get,
And I would break every bone in your body
Just for you to feel my pain
But, even then, it still wouldn’t be enough.
Mithila’s Descent
Mithila walks, sleepless,
Across the hills of grief.
The burning fire of memory trails her...
A shadow of mist,
Uncrossable,
Like an uncertain, fleeing cloud.
Time ignites in envy’s blaze.
She floats on sweat water,
Her sixteen-year youth
Nurtured in fatigue.
Bones,
Muscles,
Tremble in the humid air...
Mortality’s edge sharpens
Around her fragile form.
The endangered time of mortality
around Mithila.
Lost in illusion,
She journeys alone—
A swan without a companion,
Adrift in the wreckage
Of ruined nostalgic desire.
Puberty crossed without lust,
Her memories, treasures locked,
Clutched like kin.
Adversity hangs the balance of life.
Tonight, Mithila stands alone in the dusk...
A desolate figure,
Adapting to realms unknown:
A realm of quicksand in the dark.
Drowning,
She dies to survive.
And at last,
Mithila bloomed to be eternal!
( The 21 years college girl was recently found hanged inside the flat, as told victimised by a wealthy, powerful businessman in Bangladesh)
I know the power of a kind word
When feeling isolated or alone
To know someone is there for you
You are no longer on your own
Feeling victimised or vulnerable
Judged or dismissed
Ignored , mistreated
Invisible …..like you do not exist
The power behind a kind word or gesture
Is somewhat underrated
It has the strength to move mountains
Its human connection and worth understated
Uardian to us
Don't point; those two fingers now'
Signed your deeds, away..'
A lurching west
Peace before the sidings
Axis U N-powered
Purely innocent
Completely tolerant
Unconditionally loving
Totally understanding
Overtly gullible
Unobtrusively humble
Intimately sympathetic
Thoroughly empathetic
Throughout caring
Never ignoring
Perpetually loyal
Consistently grateful
Labouriously studious
Discreetly judicious
Immediately yielding
Indiscriminately sharing
Socially polite
Un-assumedly modest
Flexibly adjusting
Unquestioningly accepting
Astonishingly punctual
Immanently answerable
Ever committed
Naturally obligated
All definitions read but not hold good,
For, being good is definitely being victimised!
What is it about American divorcees
and the British Royal Family?
Sadly it never ends well.
The Duke and Duchess of woke!
Harry, what were you thinking?
Harry, what have you become?
Harry, Why? Why? Why?
Harry, she’s no Princess Di.
After Michelle and Hillary and Nancy
your precious commoner bride
is the most insufferable bit-ch.
Harry, you are a spoiled brat!
Harry, you are an entitled prat!
Harry, on the Queen you shat!
Harry, Why? Why? Why?
Harry, she’s no Princess Di.
And now we have the big interview
with that infuriating Oprah
so poor Meghan Debacle can tell
us all how mistreated she is,
and how victimised she is
by her haters and her tormentors.
Girl, what a narcissist you are.
Girl, what a diva and what a liar.
Spare us all your fake tears!
Spare us all your fake fears!
Spare us your racist tales!
Spare us your lectures and rails!
God save the Queen from you
and that ginger whinger too!
O Harry, Why her? Why?
O Harry, Why? She’s no Princess Di.
Written: March 2021
Wrote this 18 months ago
but after recent pod casts
I just couldn’t help myself.
Innocence so pure and free
Like children playing so happily
Holding hands signing cheerfully
Smiles so big the world can see
The happy kids we began the same
Time passes by and it all disappears
The blink of an eye darkness appears
Pure joys turned to now sudden fears
Out of control like changeable gears
The victimised adult now the majority
That infantile purity suddenly misplaced
A haze of confusion and anger are faced
Where has the joy gone in all this haste
Such bitterness one’s mouth can taste
The confused and lost we all seek for more
Like a pill of thrilling ecstasy consumed
If only this easy the world could assume
Once pure and joyous innocence to resume
Too high or enlightened to continually feud
The time to remember we are all just humans
As easy as a chill pill we all could simply take
To forget the years bitterness that built our hate
Return that pure innocence locked behind our own gate
Restoring humanity in all and seal us a good fate
The way we could all be simply happy and free
bathroom scales torment me I will not be victimised.
victimised
ridiculed
bullied
ignored
targeted
mocked
silenced
war
isolated
violated
slandered
false
rumours
belittled
bullied
ignored
liar
joke
pathetic
sacked
rejected
nothing
small
unknown
disclaimed
forgotten
unsure
silenced
slandered
recluse
avoid
absents
silence
mystery
lies
mystery
lies
alone
unknown
I will give my heart and soul
to acheive the ultimate goal.
A priceless prize surpassed
I will love you all regardless of race or caste.
I share this wish with all
This mere monk from Nepal
and with a solemn intent
may I hold dear those who torment.
My thoughts focused and direct
all deviations checked.
IF myself or my friends falter
I stall stand tall and not alter.
From a servant to a slave
the victimised and exploited
I shall cherish them one and all
as if i had found a precious treasure haul.
May they be sincere or insincere
or someone I once held dear
If they should cut me to the bone
thier worth I would not bemoan.
When the green eyed monster speaks
may I turn the other cheek
smile and wish him well.
His wrongs best not to dwell.
Lifes to short for angers pain.
Don't allow your life force will be drained
His troubles you gladly accept
the secret hurt you kept.
A pure mind swept clear
no place for emotions or fear
lifes concerns just an illusion
samsara a life lived in delusion.
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXXII
IF you pull a long ME-TOO victimised face
" Look Mom ! Dirty-Ol'-Sod oggles me carriage sway ! "
" Dear Girl ! Of what use curves under pretty face ?
Be like Mona Lisa, look neither Louvre either way ! "
If you pull a long ME-TOO martyred face
" Oh, Mom, look ! He looks through under wear ! "
" Dear Child ! Eyes are made for hills and dales
On desert sands, looks stretch mirage bare ! "
If you pull a long ME-TOO bothered face
" Oh, Mom, look ! Light's changed we've right of way
My Zebra thighs cross at every stride his lurid gaze ! "
" Oh ! Ne'er you mind, for all you know he's gay ! "
If you pull a long ME-TOO frenzied face
" Oh , Mom, look ! The cad swims under my belly ! "
" Pretty Mome ! Wish not he breaststrokes to spoil grace !
The flip and the flop of diving : Not on my nelly ! "
If you must pull a long ME-TOO sacrificed face
" Oh, Mom ! That pedophile's looks drip lecherous leer ! "
" Sure, Baby ! That's the look perpetuates the human race
Yearn not for a YAHOO's horse to mate and rule us here ! "
© T. Wignesan - Paris, February 9, 2019
When I was in heaven,...then I was with spirits.
Someone wanted to see me before I returned,
that's King of the Promise land.
My soul sings to his Holy name,
crying out his attibute was from my spirit in the background.
Proctracted towards salvation,
it needed fear and trembling from me.
The scope wasn't blunt,the edge of lies were fortunately dead.
Anticipation was measured in meters.
Over time schedules,we sought to heal the wounds on our limbs.
Knowing that on earth,heads are placed on King Herod's victimised plate.
But we'll get his own head for his dinner part
The prettiest, piteous, pompous, chick,
A hideous, devious, worst than sick,
Weak but slick, sneakily obvious,
Suspicious yet ambitious, cautiously quick,
Treat yet trick, easily malicious,
Strain to obtain the mundane matter,
Faint from pain of abstaining chatter,
Blabber and flattered by factor inane,
Bloodstained arranged for the vainest ever,
Help her, pamper and slander in vain,
Dismal and fickle, her civil threshold,
A symbol, abysmal, a snivel she'll hold,
A goal for gold, a fold and dismissal,
So lethal, the pickle, a quibble is sold,
Was told in bold, but behold such evil,
Extraction then traction, conception proposed,
Compassion contraction, attraction imposed,
A ghost, foremost is posed as distraction,
Selection of actions, reaction composed,
A host at most while close to destruction.
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