Her music was arresting -
Mysterious - Fair
When first I heard it I wondered if
An Angel at my stair?

Pain turns in to passion,
As she larks and plays,
Her gift if you can sense it,
Is for musical arrays,

She's the most exquisite,
Spirit at the keys,
Her music tries to transcribe her mind's,
Dazzling displays,

Raises voice above the throng,
To communicate her bliss,
A riot most illustrious,
No other joy as this.

I wouldn't be a prophet,
For the future is not a real thing,
I transcend time in sound sublime,
When I let it be and creation sing.

The moon with haste ascended,
In the witching hour,
Inspiring all, in her thrall,
To draw upon her power,

She sparkled iridescently,
Most bewitching pearl,
Radiant transcendently,
Becoming as a heathen girl.

It was a little playful,
That coy and brooding look,
So I can be forgiven,
For having quick mistook,

The ****** of your intentions,
I hadn't an explanation lent,
I'm always mistaking friendly gestures,
For amorous intent.

An Angel have I in my Heart,
Wielding wanton wand,
He's written out of history,
But still reveals Love's final plan.

I go the way from which he came,
Wearing my kindest Heart,
Free of Reason's curriculum,
Which regiments when it imparts.

It did not look like Earth does,
There was no sky or ground,
Only Love and light unto ourselves,
That spilled for miles around,

That place is far from the altar,
But to and from the vales,
Goes God's Love, never faltering,
Despite the Devil's gales.

So we rejoice,
And raise our voice,
Towards the sky,
Where spirits fly,
And Love goes by,
All the day.

I gave my Self,
For better health,
I am a star,
Not a number,
Conduit of wealth.

A world of splendour led the heart,
Into enchanted climes,
Whose magnificence is radiant,
Surpasses Shakespeare's rhymes,
If trespasser the Peace intrude,
Or walls begin to show,
The sun that's setting in the West,
Will lose immortal glow.

This is all I have to say right now -
Love, and, I must say, Bless -
Love, and laughter, and all the music -
Wherein souls coalesce -
Be sure you heed - lest you miss -
Some ears the message get -
Love, and laughter, and all the music -
Which the fullness of time beget.

Because I could dare to believe,
The angel Lennon stooped for me,
The contact between two kindred souls,
And eternity,

We quickly flew - he knew not slow,
And I had climbed his wings,
With passion and with ardour,
Most cherishable of things,

We passed the earthen angels bright,
Blake, Buddha and Ganesha,
We passed them diligently working,
With Love's light enmeshed,

And then, upon a lightbeam,
We met Angels of the sky,
Chasing light that follows,
Where those bonny Angels fly,

We paused before a God that seemed,
Like Shiva, bright, supreme,
Painted like the cosmos,
With pallet got from dream,

And then to cosmic churning,
To hear divinest truths,
The music madly burning,
With beauty rare, forsooth,

Since then - I am an angel too
Guardian of the South,
Feels good to me that I strove to fly,
Right back in to spiritual health.

You gave me, Love, a mystery -
A mystery most coy,
A scholar couldn't decipher it,
If she were given a day.

You gave me words that hurt my brain,
And heart, it angered me,
But, if as you say, Love is not our domain,
Why your passionate intensity?

Surprisingly with no disdain,
To any caring soul,
The world deprives its children,
Of being fed and full,
The wealthy widow passes by,
The priest remains unmoved,
Alas, I guess, to get their bless,
Thine soul must be approved.

The skies are more vivid than they were,
The trees are all in bloom,
The apples are all ready,
A sight on which to swoon.

The tulips put on their brightest shade,
The grass a silken dress,
Ready for sunny escapades,
Which sad worries suppress.

Love is a living, breathing thing,
Let it be, cherish its wings,
Celebrate her mind, adore,
Her kindly eyes, which give child awe,
Love is the fattening pear on the tree,
That gives its bounty generously,
Love is the Rainbow; no start, no end,
Love is the sublime, cherished friend,
Who treads with soft paws light over the Earth,
Pleasing all creatures the breadth of its girth
Love sings at dawn when the birds all rejoice,
Filling the sound of the Earth with their voice,
Love's the way, to start each day,
Palliative to despair, dismay
For Love's companionship all souls do dare and strive,
With grateful thanks for her being alive.

Peace is the thing with petals,
That grows upon a field,
At noon, a sight on which to swoon,
Disarmors cynic's shield.

And most beauteous in sight beheld,
And bliss must be its name,
That marks the soul indelibly,
And gives it a golden frame.

I've held it in between my thumbs,
And braided it in hair,
There'll be garlands of Peace at my graveside,
As I ascend the stair.

Mortality is heeded best,
By those suffice to know,
How frail and fragile time is,
How stealthily she goes,

They count their every blessing,
For knowing what comes in the end,
With words, with wits, with warmth,
They do our sorrows mend,

For knowing how to render,
The moment that's the last,
Singing sublime for Love divine,
Even when it has passed.

Do you really will an ending?
Do you will a better story?
Could I bear to see you happy,
Imbued with light of glory,
Have you feet thirsty for other paths?
Have you eyes that wander south?
Have you the inclination,
For another's mouth?
Oh you dreamer, oh you kin,
Oh wise man of mine,
Tell me now how to fathom hell,
When my Heart is no longer thine.

I sing a music never heard,
By Hearts too cynical to hear,
My song swell, with decibels,
Yet does not bring them near,
Insatiate of lust am I,
The debauchery of you,
Tempts a curious pilgrim near,
Until her Heart, scared, flew,
When stoic turns the drunken babe,
In to cruelly rendered thing,
She waits to see, in misery,
What her redemption brings.

I capture every Love I feel,
With coy and slanted word,
Imploring to my shepherd,
To admit me to the herd,
I wonder if they feel it too,
Or did they see straight through,
For being jaded, spirit faded,
Not the one to woo,
Hearts are born fated to die,
Aloft on Passion's hearse,
They say it most of Fame but I,
Think Love is bigger curse.

My World had died - a buried friend,
She now with earthworms lies,
Because of my beleaugered fate,
Which toppled lovelorn skies.
And now her song is over,
And now her colour dead,
Her Beauty rare as clover,
With six leafs, coloured red.
And do I cry, this fate to know,
Upon the head of my World,
It is as if a tragedy, to ****,
Affection in my heart that swirled.
And when her pleasures, over, done
Did I despair to see,
The creatures of her fancy,
Gone, no more revelry.
To friends of World - I'm friends of you,
All stir the sorry heart,
We'll sing the dirge for World aloud,
When for heartbreak she has passed.

And me - I know my destiny,
I heard it whispered soft,
A revelation in the mind,
On Love's light borne aloft.
The mind - astound - had queried it,
And asked out once again,
Is it true, that say you,
I write with Shakespeare's pen?
I went with words, went with wits,
To conjure wanton worlds,
Alight for the truth cross my mind writ,
Peace, at last, in my inner child.

Love I died long ago in my Head,
And grievers came and went,
Were laying flowers softly,
For Heart dead before spent,

They shed their tears for aeons,
Held funerals, sang a dirge,
Carried my soul in little box,
To rest on Heaven's heath,

But they rejoiced to see me,
Sent up to bells of God,
And to come one, under the sun,
With the Angel squad.

Walking on the wild side,
We glimpse, feel anarchy,
Taste it in Nature's music,
Which knells our merrily,

Thunder sounds like a passion,
A riot in my brain,
Only stopped by lightning,
That heavenly refrain.

Drunk on my heart's music,
I live, fated to sing,
A riot most illustrious,
Borne aloft on Heaven's wing,

But a mad and melancholy dirge,
Entered my refrain,
When you trod softly, ever softly going,
With gun, across my brain

You'll never know how loved you were,
Till I am called to die,
Only then, Love reveals its plan,
When Heart's descent is nigh,

The stoicism you recite,
In strong and sultry verse,
Did not myself enamour me,
To the King that you rehearsed.

I do not waste my heart,
Because there isn't time,
Besides it isn't even yours,
So return it when you come,

Put a flower in it,
And make it happy smile,
It wouldn't sink, if it could think,
Of freedom for a while,

Now we are as cold,
As enemies, in vain,
I battle the ghost of my passion,
Which blossomed bright for lovelorn rain.

If I could I'd hide myself within the heart
You wear on your lapel
You, in a moment, would feel love,
A feeling deep as wells.
I hide myself within the heart,
You wear on your lapel,
But fading, ever fading soft,
In my box off to the chapel.

Nobody cares for this little bird,
Flitting alongside the stoop,
Singing of Love most effulgent,
With songs that never stop.

Only the clouds will miss her,
Only the sky will grieve,
Only the sun will kiss her,
And will her soul's reprieve.

When fate ferries her up to heaven,
Only the winds will moan,
Only the saints will protect her,
And for her loss of Heart atone.

There is nothing left to declare,
I showed my soul, I bore what's there,
I hurled my heart, devoted it,
Cross chambers truth of my Love writ,
I couldn't outsmart Love with wits,
Indulged its flights of fancy, flits,
The truth of Love yet still be mine,
I doubt the day it will be thine,
Lest you to Heart commit.

There is nothing left for me,
To say to you, I am not free,
For long as you've entrapped my mind,
Love is activity refined,
But to that truth you must be blind,
It'll take you an age to find,
The truth of Love yet still be mine,
I'll be the one drunk on her lavish wine,
To righteousness aligned.

Leaving the sanctuary of you,
My heart turns cold from red to blue,
Through my heart a warm breeze blew,
For having seen a soul so true,
But then you sauntered out of view,
And your departure my soul rues,
Leaving the sanctuary of you,
My heart turns cold, from red to blue,

And now I have to start anew,
Bereft of Love's iridescent hue,
But I still search it's all that's true,
You cry slander, well you can sue,
I'm entitled to feel, my spirit brews,
So treat it like it's gossip, news,
Whilst I'm STUCK trying to start anew,
Bereft of Love's iridescent hue,

I lust for you and sing the blues,
I don't know why, you were a ruse,
You've broken me and blown my fuse,
I loved for you but you pay no dues,
I plump my rear on passion's pews,
So judge me, size me up, accuse,
I lust for you and sing the blues,
But I don't know why, you were a ruse,

I guess you've never taken cues,
From Love you just like to amuse,
Yourself with me, but I am contused,
For clumsy touch, you left me bruised,
Towards your spirit I had cruised,
In vain, you cried, wanting to see me lose,
You love to disabuse,
Because you're cynical as ****,
Well you can sue.

SOMEBODY LOVES YOU SOMEWHERE
MY FRIEND, SOMEBODY CARES,
AND TREASURES EVERY UNKEMPT HAIR
WONDERING HOW TO MAKE THEIR FEELINGS BARE
THE WEIGHT OF OUR INSECURITY
MAKES THAT LOVE HARD TO BELIEVE
BUT DON'T BE SO QUICK TO DISMISS
WHAT YOU CAN'T PERCEIVE
SOMEBODY LOVES YOU SOMEWHERE
MY FRIEND, SOMEBODY CARES
ALL JOY AND ALL LOVE SOARS UP THERE
THERE IS AN ANGEL AT YOUR STAIR
SOMEBODY IS THERE, LOVE, SOMEBODY IS THERE

Blessed Mother, Lady of my Love,
Align my deeds to path of Heart,
Your light more regal than the Sun,
Through which the cosmic fires run,
Thy Heart so generously given,
From the caring hand of Heaven,
So you can shine down to bless us all,
Saving every straggling soul,
Guiding me on this perilous journey,
You are my wandering spirit's entreaty.

Mary, precious is thy light,
Esteemed beyond compare,
Borne aloft in divine flight,
Imbued with aura rare,
Mary, resting on her torso,
The little luscious babe who glowed,
Now her truth writ in sacred fire,
Suffice to be sung along to lyre.

flame of god
thou art my guide
to you
my truest words abide
angel, angel,
spirit true,
blessed fires,
run through you,
what fine art,
could frame thy face,
and capture thy,
immortal grace

Protector puts my Heart in good health,
Sweet guardian of the celestial South,
His art adorned by bright blue sparks,
Which spells God's name across the stars,
Blessing with divinest light,
In which our souls ascend, take flight,
Michael's music is for the children,
Born in God's celestial cauldron.

Each one of them to Love's light devote,
Haunt realms from whence the Devil was smote,
By caring, concerned, superior hand,
That works magic on distant shore and sand,
Floating souls to God's shore like little boats,
That bob upon Love's ocean, float,
Waving magician's wanton wand,
They reveal the world as in Love's plan.

Mother Mary,
The wisdom of a pure beating heart,
To our fledgling souls impart,
When I'm moored atop,
Cliffs of life's vicississtudes,
You inspire me,
With beatitudes,
In her the light,
Of love apace,
Saying "child
be at peace.
In your Heart's
For Gods flame make space.
Which warms the Earth,
From soils to space."

Makes Truth known,
Unto Heart,
Each word strikes,
Like magic dart,
Going silently,
With tender treads,
Weaving golden,
Magic threads,
That unite all souls,
Invisibly,
And embed in them
A gentle flame,
Which marks the soul,
Indelibly,
And gives it,
Golden frame.

Smouldering deep in soul's retreat,
A fire with Love's light replete,
In every single spirit true,
Blessed fires run through you,
Surging deep from soul to hands,
That warms and heals the children and the lands,
Cascading bright adorned by sparks,
For sacred fire my spellbound spirit harks.

Chase the winds and follow,
Where those bonny breezes fly,
Like a homing pigeon,
Accustomed to the sky.
The wet, cold days will soon give way,
To brighter ones as Spring,
Metamorphoses to Summer,
When flora and fauna are King.
The Sun's a fiery sermon,
Precious Truth in it,
Giver of life,
Earth alit.

On immortal shores the spirits dwell,
Their dutiful Hearts with affection swell,
The magic medley of all time,
Sings through them, divine, sublime,
And makes their work do well.

We are Angels. We firm believe,
Therein we make all soul's reprieve,
With magic threads we subtly weave,
To unite, with light, when we hear Child's plea,

We strive and dare for unity,
In our celestial community,
This song is ours, we sing it loud,
In voice that's sure, and strong, and proud
Filled with Love and charity.

I immerse my Heart in meditation,
Gestating deep unencumbered by thought,
To feel it pulsing divine vibrations,
Is a skill that can be learned not taught,
The purity of thought is an immaculate creation,
A mystery of the world
In seeds of thought the future in gestation,
In them the path unfurls
For all she gives, my appreciation,
In my heart affection swirls,
Soothing my past's laceration,
Begetting future's pearls.

The cynical mind does not enjoy,
the simple purity of a beating heart,
A truest pleasure sweet and coy,
Which gives life when it imparts,
The jaded mind does not know,
The light of luck's kiss,
Dreaming, rocking, to and fro,
Sweltering engorged on bliss.

Through Dharma I see a path unfurled,
In to the Beauty of the world,
The Heart to righteousness aligned,
Leads to fulsome, fruitful mind.

V1:

Love makes the world go round,
More than money or TV,
Love makes the world go round,
It matters like gravity,

Chorus:
All hands in unison,
Steeped in prayer,
Devoting homilies filled,
With perfect care.

Middle Eighth:
Only in deepest dreams is it possible,
To see what life can truly be,
Only in deepest dreams is it possible,
To be one together and to be free.

V2:
Love makes the heart beat,
More than lust or wealth,
Love makes the heart beat,
Puts us in good health,

Chorus:
All hands in unison,
Steeped in prayer,
Devoting homilies filled,
With perfect care.

Middle Eighth:
Only in deepest dreams is it possible,
To see what life can truly be,
Only in deepest dreams is it possible,
To be one together and to be free.

A sun of bright and blazing fire,
Embroils deep with my desire,
Summoning me to its embrace,
Kissing with its warmth the hollows of my face,
A smorgasboard of molten colour,
Beckons at me, summons me near,
I become swept up, in hurricane,
that rolls and waves across the plane
of one reality in to another.

'Tis here where spirits dwell and brood,
Feasting on fine celestial food,
On wings, a sight on which to swoon,
Beauty, whose time is e'er noon,
The Faeries with the Earth embroiled,
Gestating deep, sunk in soil,
Words are whispered by the trees
Life is flowing through the breeze,
Without care or toil.

Beautiful Angel with eyes so bright,
Thou dost kindle my immortal delight,
Lifting me out of ocean blue,
When in regret I lived, in rue,
With long flowing hair and aura divine,
Thou art a vision of sentience sublime,
Glowering big in an aura of gold,
A mesmerising Beauty which to behold.

Mandala mind unfold,
Take the righteous, truest path,
To thoughts that are kind, burnished gold,
Peace, in destruction's aftermath.

Mirror soul, when I saw you,
Through my Heart a warm breeze blew,
My love for you, no start, no end,
You are the sublime, cherished friend,
One with whom, I passionately connect,
Share adoration and respect,
Mirror soul, I love you,
For having seen a soul so true.

In a daze, was it a daze?
It was real, oh so real,
Clear as day, it was clear as day,
I felt an Angel's glow behind me,
Tap me on the shoulder,
I could hear him speak,
In the kindest voice, say his name
Spirits glide inside, two lights collide

Be in a daze, be in a daze,
The world was all enchanted,
Clear as day, it was clear as day,
The world was supposed to be this way,
Borne aloft on an ocean of light,
I took flight, took soul's flight,
I could hear him speak,
In divinest music, those sounds,
That make the head spin round and round.

My twin flame and I, we are in sacred union,
Two souls joined in reverential communion,
Two Hearts enamoured of one another, embroiled,
Painting Hearts with colours royal.