You're right - there is a darkening pall -
To which I have been - in weakness - betrothed -
Only few have returned from fires from whence I burned -
Seared with lance - a torture only craven soul learned -

It's true - the path is treacherous -
But in spite of hell bear aloft thy flame -
He tells the truth because it paid -
To not put ones soul up for trade -

And after empty chants of death -
There be a song that swells -
Elusive by hearts too cynical to hear -
Freedom swell - with decibels -

I make a delegation to -
All hitherto deceived souls -
Who blame exclusive on only mute -
The evil chanted - the mind appals -
You were not properly informed -
Could not give consent -
The conjuror evokes visions deformed -
For which my soul repent -
Please face up to hear the truth -
Get drunk upon her nectar -
Indulge her beauty rare forsooth -
Lie transformed in to inspiring picture -

The lush languor of paradise -
Enchants the wanderlust heart -
Draws her near - to vanquish fear -
And pity, Peace impart -

It is my destiny to worry -
If kindred souls are ferried to paradise shores -
For I know most souls are sorry -
For wilful wounds and sores -

The flower of love is perennial -
On the stems of heaven -
Together beget legacy millennial-
When - like in Orwell - the clocks strike thirteen, in worlds dark cavern -

Suffocated voices - sing
Louder - empowered by the sound -
Of Freedom near - in tortured ear -
That doth ring along the earth, up and around -
Slowly fortified by Love -
The voice is amplified -
As tyrants song that maim the throng -
Out of scarred mind stride -
The mind - is brighter - than the sun -
Through it the fires blessed -
Like Leopards leap and run -
Intention manifest -
She spreads her song by its lights mimesis -
A beacon unto a devils night -
Message spread by divine kinesis -
That bear aloft loves light -
He tried to squash her flame, dissuade -
Her from picking up the lute -
Nay I guess - he saw not her bless -
She's miles away playing the bardic flute -

Slanted day - is hardly mine -
Whilst Devil plays at wits and wills -
To wrap my song in brine -
**** my thrills and to demons shills -

Did not anticipate heaven -
Dreamed through idealistic eyes -
Imagining a haven -
Where children are free to run and sing their lullabies -

In turn - his time will all ebb out -
As darkness - bleeds away -
Yielding to majestic skies -
As colour fortifies on the rainbow ray by ray -

Now I marvel at the sky -
As sunlight sneaks all day -
Yielding to majestic night -
As colour bleeds from day -

I'd leap at the horizon
Beat wings against the Moon
And touch the bonny Rainbow
Through which fierce fires bloom

I'd climb upon the stairs of heaven -
For a better view of Earth -
And behold her awed by splendour -
Of her gestating girth -

Our bonds immortal - as ancient gods -
Going softly with gentle treads -
Going magic between us -
Weaving golden threads -

No more cryptic wink ****** -
Blamed upon the innocent -
No praise for devils beat herder -
For him angels only sing angry lament -

So defile a goddess all you like -
But we regenerate like the sun -
Rising to fight like heavens knights -
Through whose souls cosmic fires run -

Emily Dickinson's Life:

"The myth" - of Amherst -surpass all man's history
The annals - of man's cloistered sect -
Can't be sung to perfect paean -
Like Emily's bardic verse - resplendent, resurrect -
Flighty, eccentric - enigma
Enamoured of the babes -
Doth yet eschew the stigma -
Attached to Sappho in fables -
A pleasant fancy consists in all -
The words adjoined - like sitting ducks -
To the love of life she's rapt in thrall -
Dabbles in Love's luck -

I woke and saw - that life was love
The Magic - of my Mood
Stimulates - the noble work
Of stunning interludes
If all I knew - was Music
I still ought - to be content
To learn from passions rubric
And sing - a sonorous lament
Sounds - unchartered - as oceans blue
That churn like liquor of Love -
Only to my own refrain -
Am I permit to hear a treasure trove -