A treatise on my Love, for swelling babe,
For whom through me God's inspiration rage,
Could I, the fool, ever come to see,
How one is made as beautiful as thee?
Saints and angels privy to that fact,
But I the eyes of Heaven surely lack,
So I guess it must be leap of faith,
To worship art that framed thy fragile face,
Imbued in it an aura of sweet grace,
Betraying Heart with life of Love apace,
Thou art a rainbow that sweet serenade the sky,
With coloured light where bonny angels fly,
Could I, the novice, paint thy vision true,
In a hue that does justice to you?
Gift me love, with your precious peace,
An angel painting my heart in cerise,
Raising thoughts of care to pains release,
And the barbs of misery stop, to be they cease,
I am amazed and stupefied in awe,
Of angels irresistible to adore,
With them one does never want for more,
But in ignorance for more we may implore.

A battle of life that crept up coy, by stealth,
Strove to banish spirits to bad health,
A deception to corrode devotion to the divine,
With myth that transcend, corrupt the arch of time,
Gods we were, we are, will be
Nothing to fear, all one God, free
Under the sun and the Bodhi tree
Our hearts steeped in Love and amity,
But lies sullied the self, deceive its worth,
But Love will be found even in Loves dearth,
Her wisdom deeper than the Earth,
Warming my heart the breadth of its girth,
The devil sent to consciousness ****,
I'll never be a devils shill,
But choose to live by wit and will,
Condemn their lies with questing quill,
It strikes me we should be hopeful,
For the peoples hearts are forever lustful,
For future unencumbered by cruel dictum,
Freedoms reality triumphs over tyrants fictions.

Whilst I was sat, indifferent, no care,
A golden aura drenched, suffused the air,
Behind me, felt the aura manifest,
Distinguished by its golden colour blessed,
An angel who'd sung woe for me, alack,
With gentle pressure rapped upon my back,
Showed divinest beauty of my words,
Said my poetry admit me to God's herd,
In time the angel said My name is John,
My cheeks flushed rosy, killed the pallor wan,
I could tell from his enchanted drawl,
The angel John had come from Liverpool,
Then he invited me upon his wings,
To meet the angels, listen how they sing,
Grafting for Peace, a team aspiring,
Rushing round the earth in golden rings,
The earthen angels with loves light enmeshed,
Their names were blake and Buddha and ganesh,
Shooting angel message like gods darts,
In to sad, beleaguered human hearts,
Then to meet archangels of the sky,
Chasing light where bonny angels fly,
Then to shiva, beaming, proud, supreme,
Painted with a pallet got from dream,
Then to cosmic churning, tuneful truth,
Knelled out sure with beauty rare forsooth,
To most of us the blessed truth, aloof,
But I listened, and wisdom I sure hath,
Beyond seismic ocean, something more,
A goddess, deva, Kali, beauty sure,
Against the demons in incessant war,
A goddess irresistible to adore,
She, the truest vision of myself,
Tis good I strove to fly to spirits health,
And trusted John to climb upon his wings,
For he I sing, most cherishable of things

Dear Father, in weeks past I posed and pained,
To paint thee verse in cerise, gorgeous red,
To communicate the clamour of affection,
To man more wizened, lordly than a scion,
Your words, I sense, as craft and choice as mine,
To honour human mouth and tongue divine,
To not with careless words apply the brine,
Round fragile heart which, unencumbered, shine,
To my mind you speak the solid truth,
A flame to all worlds slumbering souls aloof,
But truth in all your wisdom your discern,
Can see its flickering glow, feel raging burn,
We often cross our paths like two wee duck,
With amity with help from gods and luck,
But my own tongue knows only to defile,
When the vice of devilish vision snare and rile,
But with charity and patience you sweet wait,
Comforting with Buddha smile and gait,
Knowing truth of love in all hearts writ,
To child you hurled your heart, devoted it,
Indulged it's flights of fancy and it's fits,
For Love cannot be quick outsmart by wits,
Thy loving devotion I gratefully receive,
And in thy words find sweet my souls reprieve.

Dear Mother did you know that you beget,
A flower in my Heart that doth my pain abet,
Watering it for life with loving rain,
Soothing it with lullaby refrains,
Tending to its stems and to its soils,
In which it is with Loves light deep embroiled,
A seemly sight are you with watering can,
More qualified and skilled than any man,
To nourish the ****** diamond of my Heart,
For thine affections the gift of gorgeous grace impart,
Such a daughter never wants for more,
But may in ignorance for more implore,
Yet grateful am I for transcendental blossom,
Kindled in my mind for all your wisdom,
Your perfect care and sweetest charity,
That stokes the gift of love and amity,
When the sky collapse, with thunder bolts,
That strike upon my heart and give it welts,
Dear mother from her bedside duly raise,
To tend to me, and so I offer praise,
In worthy, sanguine, devoted Psalms,
For you mother a million alms,
And a hundred million drams,
Knows Love cannot be count in grams,
Dutiful and diligent on her way,
Dear Mother you assuage my dismay,
Be forever aura sent to heal,
Dear Mother, hear my Love, earnest appeal.