My magic ray of Heaven
For eternity devote
To the plight of glorious light
Which spreads in beams and motes

He sauntered in to vision
An unusual hue
Messages succinct, concision
Was medium of gods word true

He works for shiva, not Abraham
So don't get all confused
It's a pluralist democracy of souls
In heaven, towards which I cruised

He complemented poetry
Which I had, amused, written
He called me literary kitten
Of which he was most smitten!

How could I resist that charm
Tis becoming to a babe
Not all the dark could sully him
Nor ravages of age

Those who will him harm
Will only create their own decay
Watch us fly, in enchanted sky
As we weave and wend in brighter day

You make me weep with inspiration for the future
Kindling most gracious, refined aspects of souls nature
That instinct for a fearless future freed
Unencumbered by tyrants dictums wantonly decreed
Devils decidedly a slumbering breed
Who indulge only in darkling deed
To hurtful aims of lesser, callous soul devote
A sight which Mary saw and smote
Ferrying light to luscious babe
Through whom gods inspiration rage
You can throw dirt at us for an age
But we will wallow sublime, reading off hippie page
Fake heathens think they know the score
But they know not John's wild heart is irresistible to adore
Have they sense they would to John implore
For forgiveness, having ended their puppet wars

He scatters seeds in hearts hungry for
end of puppet war, pure hearts rapt in awe
of all joy that he aspires to
In him divinest fires brew

His method, peaceful politic
Doth shame the spiteful spirit traitor
Whose only role is heavens hater
Toodaloo, Satan, see ya later

This man, he never left the earth
Warms hearing hearts the breadth of her girth
Tyrants dictums have no worth
Love will be found even in Love's dearth

Tyrant can make all the coy allusions he want
They are powerless for John shows child purest font
He sublime sings to bright bells of God,
All at one, under the sun, with the Angel squad

Hope is John's middle name
Love his golden, sublime creed
Peace the light because of which his wings became
Doing dreams and divinest deeds

Charity his only philosophy
Philosophy his only motive
Kind wisdom his immortal trophy
On which young minds for generations rove

Freedom his tooting trumpet
Justice his scintillating song
Of Reason, a gregarious guru
Who sings to the tantalised throng

Son of sacred heart supreme
Doth imagine deep in dream
A future encumbered by hatreds creed
Thinks in fathoms for future freed

He is the sublime, cherished steed
Cantering on a wanderlust hoof
Plants in minds a peaceful seed
His Beauty to lesser souls, aloof

He maketh my heart aligned
To creed of love, activity refined
Surpassing matter, the magic of mind
John shows righteous path unwind

Foolish, blundering, evil hacks
Haven't for Beauty got the knack
So they try to sully his shine
They can try forever, his rose contrast to their brine

One fateful day taken by a fool
Who fortified his heart when they shot it so cruel
Their pompousness the mind appals
May they ever be bereft of gold heavenly laurels

Mother of God
Immaculate Heart
Clothed in Sun
Exquisite art

Doth beam from you
In rays supreme
That spirit woo
With heavenly beam

Her wisdom pure
Succinct, suffice
Sweet, demure
Love apace

Her message arrives
Clear as Day
Mother
Let not souls be astray

Your fledgling boy
That sublime hippie
Sweet and coy
Makes hearts happy

Doth live in all
Especially John
I'm rapt in thrall
Of his Imagine

Immaculate conception
Was that tune
At noon a song
On which to swoon

May not the evil
Sully his light
It never will
For poets heart soars, takes flight

His music - mysterious -
Enchanting - unique -
I could tell - the divine knell -
Had come from Nature's freak -

Suffering submerged in passion -
As he larks - plays -
His gift - if you can sense it -
Is for musical arrays - :)

By far the most enchanting -
Spirit at the strings -
His heart - unlike another -
Most cherishable of things -

A riot most illustrious -
Borne aloft by sound -
Raises me above the throng -
Lifts me off the ground -