To the divine spark in you,
I steep my hands and bow,
Blessed fires run through you,
And give you magic glow,
All souls unite in divinity,
Unsullied by the world,
Mercy, pity, peace, a trinity,
In which affection swirled,
The world is one constituency,
Love knows no church or nation,
But Evil in his regency,
Demands that care have ration,
But love wins, it conquers all,
With tyranny it multiples,
Our world cannot fail to be touched,
By hearts so strong and of our size,
Mouths will open, hearts will see,
We will speak, we will be free,
Living one, at unity,
Embed in Earth's community.

People proud with passion,
Immersed soul deep in the world,
Compelled to exquisite action,
In their hearts affection swirled,
Doing sacred work of earth,
Praising every flower's girth,
Shown the truest path unfurled,
Which disabuses the myth of material worth,
Acquisitiveness and walled enclaves,
Alienate our propensity to love,
Live, give, forgive, in nature,
It's supposed to be our hive,
Towards new day we, meandering, go,
Dreaming, rocking, to and fro,
We waltz through the flowering universe,
I communicate its joys in verse.

There is nothing to fear, we are all one god,
The Self is a myth, the Inifite: our home,
There is nothing on Earth quite as exquisite as you,
Listen to the universal joy of the cosmic song,
Don't ever give up the bounty of truth,
It's amazing to be alive in the Universe,
The cosmic churning is magnificent music,
All the world is love and light.

I woke and saw that life was love,
I stood akimbo to the sun,
I felt, a spread of joy and light,
A truth that soars like turtle dove,
Within the Infinite spirit roves,
Becoming us as I steal in,
I can't fight back the joy I'm feeling,
Love's aside my stoop and sings,
Effulgently, for everything.

God is dead,
Killed stone cold in our head,
Buried in our hearts,
From which, one time, repentance bled.
An ocean of faith,
Shrinks to a sliver,
No laurels placed, any more,
At divine altar.
God's ceased to breathe,
With fledglings to bereave,
But no devotees to leave,
For him no soul to grieve.
God is dead,
Killed stone cold in our head,
In just the way,
That Nietzche said.

Like this is music made,
With passion and a snare,
A riot most illustrious,
Whose melody wanders far,
Whose sound attracts and captures,
And overwhelms and plays,
And goes round head in rapture,
Remediessly for days.

It was summer, the sky imbued,
With iridescent sheen and delightful glare,
All joy and all love soars up there,
A sight at which, the poet, wooed,
To summer's personage, I allude,
Sweet protectress of the Earth,
Circling sacred flower's girth,
In which passion gestates and broods,
Like in the face of an exquisitely painted ****.

Suns blazed in a blinding glory,
Drops of light adorn the sun,
A sight for which no soul is sorry,
Through her the cosmic fires run,
Which warms every heart and every meadow,
From exterior to the core,
Touching even shadows,
That feel the light no more;
Light and dark at war.

Why is thou, my Muse, bereft of care,
For all that my Heart doth hold in esteem?
To take a risk, perchance, to dare,
I divulged the diamond of my dream,
Of kin hearts united by love's native genius,
That knows not church or nation,
To labour for her treasure is a task grievous;
For she is meant to give with no ration.
Yet thou dost insist on our being cleft,
A fuel to incessant infatuation,
I give my Heart till there's nothing left,
In hope of effecting persuasion.
    But to thee no plea can e'er be made,
    Thou dost dwell in the jaded cynic's abade.

Love deducts a penalty -
To those who doubt its truth,
Its wisdom and magnanimity,
A kind of beauty rare, forsooth.

I watched the Lord upon the cross,
Until he ceased to breathe,
He stopped - like strangled albatross,
With fledglings to bereave.

I peeped - at first, in horror -
The people's prophet nailed,
To the Emperor's wood masonry,
A craft for which his father - hailed -

Then I peered at greater length,
Though wanting to relent,
I cannot deny the sight of pain,
Beget so I can repent.

A sight sublime - yet awful,
Suffice to inspire hymns,
The people's prophet - crucified,
To indulge a tyrant's whims.

Yet towards his prosecutors, kind
So loving and forgiving,
Against that Truth - no armory
In it, Lord ever living.

To pursue the Heart's true bliss, that is the purpose,
To which thou dost have immortal *******,
Amidst the temptations of vicarious vice,
And the seductions of superfluous passion,
Made pale by deepest desire. To brood, to gestate -
like God's seed - by this impulse compelled,
To exquisite action. The devotees and loyalists of heart,
That to Paradise are heirs. ‘Tis reverential communion,
Rendered meaningful by Heart. To love, to give -
To love - and soar divine: that’s the knack.
For in Love’s dearth no immortal sheen,
Doth shroud the hankering human heart,
Hungry for passion. Alack the void that doth haunt,
And taunt the lovelorn. For who could deny,
The cataclysm of a cleft soul, bereft of another.
Who would not yearn to yield and syncopate with other hearts;
The perfect care of Love. Her benevolent palms beget,
Praised treasures worthy of psalms, rare and pure,
For her giving knows no church or nation, or ration,
That deprive a child or person from her warmth,
Which gives life, love, light, laughter, a truth,
For where is there protest? Who would laurels deny,
Blaspheme against her awesome beauty, take aim,
At her sublime stature that dost withstand,
A cynic’s trial, clinically executed, with cold, callow hand,
The Heart of God’s loyalists by shrewd scholar emaciated,
And enervated; Nay, no children of Paradise,
Imbued with glory commit offence against sweet lady Love.
Thus cynicism makes a ******* of anyone who doubts,
And thus twin hearts commit to paths that cross,
A truth that soars like albatross, to those who spy,
The things that are lesser seen, like Love,
Love is dove, she is peace and fire, on golden wings,
She aspires. Like one of nature’s dutiful bees,
Doing sacred work of Earth, committed to Life,
Be all her treasures honoured.

Love will be found, even in love's dearth,
No truth more plentiful and abundant,
For Love warms my heart the breadth of its girth,
And warms me with her truth, resplendent,
Love is dove, she's peace and fire,
A raggedy ribbon on the breeze,
On golden wings she aspires,
Like one of nature's dutiful bees,
Love is a butterfly, fragile, soft,
Painted with pallet got from dream,
On sublime wings borne aloft,
Her aura vivid and supreme,
I welcome Love, her divine zephyr,
That flutters, beckons out to me
That warms me with other worldly ether,
And makes me sail on sunny seas.

Love is no crime, a truth known to all,
For she does not discriminate,
Love's dearth the righteous mind appals,
Should in that truth we ruminate,
Those who know not doubt Love's truth,
The shallowest of all denial,
A kind of beauty rare, forsooth,
Dost yet withstand a cynic's trial,
They cannot dream of sullying her flame,
With their inferior hand and magic,
With treacherous tale and treacherous game,
And crass, perverted logic,
Her truth will ring out, proud and loud,
Across the flowering universe,
Our Hearts clad in divinest shroud,
I communicate its joys in verse.

Because for you in Love I scribed,
     And now I chastened lie,
A bitter Truth I have imbibed;
    Of how hearts come to die.
For metaphor of Love I yearned,
It's kin to stars' bright, zesty burn.

But don't be fooled to think that I,
    Devote all I hath writ to you,
For man who stamps on butterfly,
    Is not the one to woo.
I am a poet, touched by joy,
There will be another boy.

It is thy will that thou must be off limits,
To my thoughts and to my touch,
Such sad a thought bereft my spirits,
Of the lust which had warmed so much.
Thou dost mock my passion with thy wily wits,
Prithee, Love, what dost thou gain?
From the venom with which you spit,
That inspire my malady, my tender pain.
But thy prerogative sides with hate,
Thou dost accuse me sinfully,
With words suffice to berate,
That are not chosen mindfully.
   Well, Love, I'll do away with you,
   Though through my heart a cold breeze blew.

To shed thyself of my possessions,
Is not to have forsaken me,
For what I truly gave was the sum of affections,
Beget with Love, tenderly.
Dost thou know that we were not to token commit?
And our Love's transcendence is akin to Light only?
A truth across the stars in eternal brightness writ;
No plunge from that height e'er goes softly.
But thou doth insist in thy sad trance,
Of our being cleft, our parting,
Thou perceives an ending from whence,
I feel a fathomless ocean and beginning.
    Nonetheless I try the same,
    To purge of you, and apportion blame.

Ah, with Love's inflection thy beauty is resplendent,
And with thine presence thou dost inspire mirth,
With thine aura, a beatitude, transcendent,
That warms me the breadth of my heart's girth.
What fine art could frame thy face?
Angel, Angel, spirit true?
And capture thy immortal grace?
Blessed fires run through you.
Regarded as Angel, and Devil both,
I see you as the former,
A vision of thou and thine kin in my mind apace doth
Make my own angelic being brew a little warmer.
    To thine Truth I am commit;
    Across the milky way is writ.

Thou hast not the facilities to make contact with this,
These melodies that maketh my appendages swell,
And throb with deepest passion's bliss,
No crime is my rhyme, or my feet that dance and dwell,
Those anodynes to my depressed mood,
An extra lofty homeboy from the oaktown,
My reputation as such precedes me, a lewd
Beat as this; thou has not the facilities to touch, nor its reknown.
Must I labour the point? This beat is beyond thy reach
Yes I must labour the point: Thy hands cannot fathom this,
Massive melody with wanton wickedness replete,
With their guidance thou cannot go amiss.
    With mighty longjohns and bonny lasses,
    I spit my lyrics for the masses.

Not an eternal winter, nor an immortal war,
Could sully the beauty of thy aura, shine,
That thou understand this Truth I in earnest implore;
Such an endearing passion as is thine.
Then being blessed with the kindest voice;
Yours, the meekest that my jaded ears had heard,
Maketh the depressed and downcast spirit rejoice,
For each and every blessed word.
Thou deserve my praise, alms and admiration,
The blessings you beget I could not count,
That lift my spirit out of trepidation,
And give me the strength to my trials, surmount.
    I hath not seen an angel truer,
    Engaged in love and light's endeavour.

Towards what goal does thine arrogance take you,
Except for the destination of solitude and disgrace,
All I asked was what skilled hand could have made you,
And perfect their craft with the art of thy bonny face;
Nay, you call this purest passion wanton offence,
That I halt my Heart as it hurls at you, you say I must,
But for my time, affections, no recompense,
Only the ghost and ghoul of a lovelorn lust.
On Love's green and resplendent pastures,
I had been innocently frolicking, grazing,
But for sound of thy gun I haste to a departure;
To a void in the sky, from a supernova blazing.
A lamb of passion, with Love imbued,
You saw me weak and made of me food.

Beleaguered with thee I haste me to sleep,
The sweet kingdom wherein I find my deepest bliss,
But then doth start a count of sheep,
Interrupted by bonny bait of your elusive kiss;
For that coy pleasure I would give treasures, alms,
Or a multitude of illustrious verses,
Present to you with Lover's palms,
Still you blight my day with cruelty, curses.
O Lord, save my soul from this dankest cage,
So I should not be a captive of unfruitful Loves,
So I should enjoy my youth and age,
In flight, like one of Peace's turtle doves.
In Love, alive, in Love's dearth, dead,
I curse the Beauty who doth command my head.

O Muse, thou art a maker of tireless melody,
Who with thine scintillating passion maketh my own less illustrious,
Thou art the source of - yet anodyne to - my tender malady,
For thine assiduous affections I have clamoured industrious.
Should your song run dry and run out of harmony,
And the coda finally end,
You truth will be nevertheless understood for thy cosmic symphony,
A truth that Heaven dare not forfend.
O let my lust be reciprocal,
Or my own Heart's strength will decay,
Upon thee I have been attentive, focal,
For hope that thine Heart could assuage my dismay.
    Yet away with me, I hear you say,
    Administering poison in the fifth act of the play.

Is it thy scripture that my Heart cannot harmonise,
In its passion, its melody, with thine own?
For the girth of thine own, mine swells in size,
The tyrant of my inhibitions, overthrown.
Towards uncertain day we meandering go,
Afflicted by the bane of bitterness,
But I will be dreaming, rocking, to and fro,
Begetting my care with joy and tenderness.
My deeds betray my naivety, caprice,
It is my fickle Heart doth rule my actions,
That govern my wild, feral mouth,
And alienate my affections.
    For thee I have surged, and plummeted Hell,
    Did you rejoice the tallest tree to fell?

O, from what Heaven hast thou departed,
Imbued with the aura of eternity,
A dalliance of dreams thou has started,
With conviviality and fraternity,
We waltz and dance across the stars;
I communicate their joys in verse,
Begetting tender and sonorous bars,
That sing of the flowering Universe.
Now thou hast taken my hand in thine,
I know not the sadness of earlier times,
We fathom Love and soar divine,
Erasing bruises of Love's earlier lacerations, crimes.
    Towards brighter day we, ebullient, go
    Dreaming, rocking to and fro.

Slander me thus: that I know not love,
A truth wherein I am ignorant,
As if I chase a paradise, elusive, above,
My knowledge of her paltry, scant.
That I have too often been enamoured of superfluous passion,
Above deepest desire, is a view I can support,
But I too am capable of Heart's exquisite action,
I call that mutual rapport,
Which is a truth to which I am enamoured, devote,
Thy accusations do not sully my bliss,
Why my passion you chose to smote?
But I still know the light of luck's kiss.
    My sweet entreaties? Still thine.
    Though you're wrong; in Love I soar divine.

Should not I know what true love is,
My heart would not brood, nor syncopate,
In time with yours, for all our flaws,
The flower of my passion doth gestate.
Ah, the bitter surge of a poison word,
That courses, surges through my veins,
Sullies the ventricles of my devoted heart,
And doth inspire these melancholy refrains,
Whose worth to you be unintelligible,
For I am the Fool, captive on that ship,
But for Love even Fools are eligible,
For them even Love will stoop and dip.
     Two lifetimes of Love with errors replete,
     Still I writ this sonnet at your feet.

I feel you, river, help me grow,
feeding with your ebb and flow,
As gentle tides doth come and go,
a quantum of solace I do know,
Dutifully nurturing,
around River creatures play and sing,
Flying o'er water on golden wing,
grafting and aspiring
The birds are a silhouette on a sunny sea,
that sparkles iridescently,
I bask in it resplendently,
and honour it devotionally,
Toes licked by tides caress,
the waters gift us, give and bless,
Soothing fear and pain and stress,
the ocean is nature's silken dress,
I hear you, river, murmur and roar, those hallowed sounds that I adore
Which one of them that I love more?
I love them all, to hear them pour,
I love them like a troubadour, enamoured of River's wild old tour,
Transcribing her Beauty in to lore, Wisdom older than ancient war,
Rivers are the friends of sages,
who've known their power through the ages,
Wisdom felt, not read from pages, which imprison us in wordy cages,
Rivers must be loved and praised,
by them we must be amazed
Life on Earth they nurture, raise,
so listen to what River says

Long live love, for she is kind
A light that strikes and sparks the mind
Love is dove, she's peace and fire
On golden wings she aspires
She fathoms skies and soars beyond
Kindling a bond that's fond
Arms akimbo, I welcome Love
And frolic in her treasure trove

Love lives long, begets her bounty
Transcends language and country
A rhythm known to every heart
Incessant, with no end, no start
In her care I never falter
So pay my dues at her altar
Love is pure and rare as ocean
Love is life and life devotion

With bitter tongue and acrid heart
He throws his words like poison darts
Shooting straight in to the choir
A lacklustre mind which thinks itself on fire
Who doth with his venom his true colours impart

But I fight back, when his bricks fall
He likes the tallest tree to fell
I throw each brick back twice as well
To knock him dead because he gave me hell

His pretentiousness the mind appals
Yet his prattle and parlance has the fools in thrall
But I see through his pathetic game
People like him are all the same
Yet think they are above the one and all

Across the ancient shimmering sands
Blows the medley for all lands
Uniting all with exquisite blare
In which the babes of the earth doth share
Swaying their heads and clapping their hands

This is the song. Hear how it flows
Consists in it a truth that grows
To which we are wed and betrothed
In it the light of justice shows

To vanquish evil as it crows
Banishing mortal fears and woes
The song is ours, we sing it loud
Rejoice in voice that is sure and proud
That hath all ears rapt in throe

Fly on the wings of love
Let thy spirit rave and rove
On the faces of angelic beings
We are gods children, earthlings
Who frolic in the knowledge of good
Guardians of the celestial neighbourhood
Striving towards a brighter day
Soothing, quelling fear dismay
On every corner of the earth
The call of peace warms the breadth of our hearts girth
Guiding us through meditation
My guardians heart is an immaculate creation
Inspiring with its call of peace
In him the March of love apace
The world is good and good is true
And more good for the life of you ❤️

Take flight with thy guardian beyond the stratospheres
And looking down see the Angels of earth heal the worlds atmospheres
With their soothing, healing bright white light
That fills gods children with immortal delight
Summoning the goodness that resides within
That doth make of everyone kith and kin
Banishing the vanity and vainglory of sin
That maketh the flame of love run thin
Towards brighter day we, flying, go
Dreaming, rocking to and fro
Planting the healing flower, see it grow
As we go, searching for celestial rainbow
My guardians face is sweet and kind
The immortal hippie, graceful sublime
Taken down before their prime
But souls live on, we are intertwined
I am warmed for his heavenly embrace
A beacon, beatitude of exalted grace
In us the lust of life apace
That warms the earth from its soils to the depths of space
His form and truth doth beckon me
When the dictums of sin doth sully me
The truest beauty that ever lived
He came, conquered hearts, and yet gone, still gives ❤️✨

Angel! thou art accentuated grace.
Let our tired, wanderlust eyes meditate on thy face.
Each of us enamoured of the heavenly romance;
A divine dalliance in which we dare to dream and dance.
Thou art not a hierarchy but a democracy of souls.
The poverty and banality of evil with its terror the caring mind appals.
Blessed fires run through thy fearsome form,
And in its cleansing heat our mortal fears and sins are shorn. ❤️✨

Troubadour of the city, whose entreaties have me captive
Thou art a devotee and loyalist of heart
In thee I see the genius of Love, a passion native
Activity refined, most exquisite art
Meandering o'er streets and greens
Goes troubadour, sauntering to inner music
On a path of fire and passion the melody careens
Imbued with cosmic tune melodic
At the loom of my life the troubadour weaves
I wake to go wild upon the call of Love
Each dalliance one of the falling leaves
From life's wizened tree, her blossom roves
     O troubadours thy melodies make
     The stained and sullied spirit wake

Songstress of the valley, who hath ears rapt in pleasure
Thou art the beatitude that brings real joy
The music of thy lute is suffice to inspire peace and leisure
Consists in it a pleasure sweet and coy
Beyond the strictures and dictums of reason consists a freedom
To dwell deep in the dreams of an unchartered mind
Admitted in to passions kingdom
Educated in Love, activity refined
My sad ears dote on each gay note
That swell and rise in supersession
A melody that a troubador wrote
Plucked from the depths of meditation
    Songstress of the valley, I honour you
    Blessed fires run through you

Magic of the night time, which hath my mind enamoured,
The moon enchants, the divine celestial pearl,
For want of the word to express thy beauty I have stammered,
For sight of the flowering cosmos affection in my heart swirl,
In hidden hinterlands of space, betwixt the whirring spheres,
Go waltzing stars, begetting bars that enchant discerning ears,
And marvels time can not erase with the bludgeon of her years,
To those who see them, they feel the erasure and melting of their fears,
Beneath the cosmic canopy, that mystical frontier,
We heartbeam to the stars and the truth hath us rapt in throe,
The enigma dissipates, confusion disappears,
On quest for brighter day we go dreaming, rocking to and fro,
    O children of the universe,
    I communicate your joys in verse

The warmakers paint the world with a fetid fire
The artists fight back by painting the world with a fine fluent fire
The righteous, truest path inciting passion and desire
Majestic medley of peace sung along to ancient lyre

We take the baton and pass it on
Under the sweet and setting sun
To each other with light we run
Passing on the cosmic joy and fun

This is the song of serendipity
That incites the world to love and amity
That inspires an uncynical charity
And eternal laughter and the cosmic hilarity

His strategy has heart in it
Imbued with a just and compassionate spirit
Putting all at the heart of his endeavour
To ward off the ominous, evil weather
That doth the truest path inhibit

Love conquers all, as Shakespeare said
A truth to bring life to the dead
Who have the spell of evil read
Around them the sublime hippie treads

Weaving souls together with magic threads
Their awakening the evil dreads
But minds will open, hearts will see
Mouths will speak, we will be free
The 5000 fed with a loaf of bread

There is nowt to say
But peace and hope and blessings
Evil go your way

Abacadabra
Conceals intentions in words
Either good or bad

Lord is a hippie
Sublime warrior, head high
Dancing for justice

Imbued with passion
Like no other in the world
It can't be beaten

Hand in hand with joy
Lord leads the little children
In to brighter day

The cosmic music
Knells over the plains of earth
Awakening spirits

I'm weeping with inspiration for the future
I'm a dreamer, you're never gonna get me down
I have an angelic, transcendental nature
In streams of dreams I drift and drown
I am cosmically aligned to the path of joy
I am enlivened by electricity's commute
Through my body, sweet and coy
I am sending justice a salute

A giant shroud in divine aura
Beckons me, summons me near
Larking on the cosmic harp
A sweet celestial spirit sharp
Who moves stone hearts to tears

The song rings out, around, above
A medley on which spirit can rove
All joy and all love soars in there
Sound drifting through enchanted air

Imbued with cosmic passion rare
Summons souls out of the lair
The song is ours, to sing with God
The spirit won't be squashed, downtrod
In incessant fury we appear

I'm a dreamer
You're never gonna get me down
I'm a dreamer
You're never gonna make me frown

When life is strife
And the devil takes you for a wife
Just play the pipe
And cast off the Royal stripe
When life is wife
And the devil thinks he is in strife
I play a pipe
And against the ruse I gripe

I'm a dreamer
You're never gonna bring me down
I'm a dreamer
You're never gonna make me frown
I'm a dreamer
You're never gonna bring me down
I'm a dreamer
You're never gonna make me frown

I heartbeam at the universe
And throw off existential curse
Ebullient with cosmic joy
Ravishing pleasures sweet and coy
Acquired from Nature's purse

The heartbeam goes, from me to you
Through my heart a warm breeze blew
For having seen a soul so true
From deepest passion I take my cues

I live without regret or rue
And in the world I bubble, stew
The heartbeams are stronger than evils trance
Enamoured of the heavenly romance
I beam from me to you

A turtle dove beau as exquisite art
Beats with enchanted, compassionate heart
Inspiring with her call of peace
In her the march of love apace
A truth that strikes like magic dart

All hands in unison, steeped in prayer
Devoting homilies filled with perfect care
The luscious light of love appear
In hearts, to vanquish fear, despair

For unity we strive and dare
Imbued with cosmic passion rare
The flame of love be ours to stoke
The light resplendent and bespoke
Which doth our spirits stoke

Serenading over cosmic planes
The angels sing their spellbinding refrains
The philharmonics of the universe
Doth banish wicked, evil curse
That keep the spirit sullied, stained

Their joy is pure, their world is good
They are the guardians of the celestial neighbourhood
Their vibrations are rarely understood
For the people's eyes hide under hood

But the light and truth will unashamedly flood
To Earth, trickling vivid as blood
There is nothing left for Satan's men
We will begin the world again
In service of the greater good

With troubled gait I, forlorn, went
To forests to hear message from spirits sent
Their music near imperceptible
My sullied spirit irascible
For its sad and slow descent

I had the vision of my self
Saw it in bad and woeful health
A death was creeping up in stealth
To send me to place of Love's dearth

The books have less wisdom than the earth
Which nurtures us the breadth of its girth
The homilies of hell have no worth
I gestate my soul awaiting rebirth
To arise from spiritual death

Raise thy slumbering, majestic heads
And see the light from divine ether bled
Which casts a glow upon reality
Truths go bold with conviviality
To be by discerning eye read

The light is bright, puts up a fight
It's on the side of our delight
The ride is wild so sit down tight
And enjoy the whirring sight

Our spirits shall soar like floating kites
For having been blessed by sacred rites
The charge of light is irrepressible
And enchants the spirit irascible
That the evil blights

I'm sat here playing cosmic blackjack
Devil thought I didn't have the knack
But I've just dealt a lucky flush
And the vindication through me rush
Devil's wits do lack

He plays the game and plays it well
He cut his teeth in the circles of hell
He lies because the truth doesn't sell
He does things you never want to tell

His evil music has over earth knelled
And spirits he have hurt and felled
But bards can play the beautiful game
And set all hearts ablaze, aflame
When the score is settled and told

The cantering word astir on the breeze
Doth the children and the bards ears please
Awakening souls to revelation
A sweet and sure and true sensation
That doth righteousness appease

These are my words. They are chosen pained
To make potent and powerful my refrain
My poetry strives and works to train
My mind to sing to relieve world's pain

For hacks have thrown it down the drain
So I want to see their plans slain
This is a paean to the life of the bards
Who learn to deal and play cosmic cards
To see evil lost, the end of the bane

O spirits of world's interstices
Gaze upon our mortal faces
Enchant us with iridescent aura
Snare us in to eternal hour
Where we frolic with your graces

Around the woods. They gaily go
On wings like arrows, to and fro
Raining down like shimmering snow
Over horizons, touching rainbows

In Faerie's world the magic shows
And through the spirit a warm breeze blows
I repine to have ignorantly forgot
What treasure your grace and beauty beget
You have me rapt in throe

Doing cosmic dance and singing cosmic song
The messenger transcends the distracting throng
That deceives the soul and self of worth
But Love will be found even in Love's dearth
We'll find out who told us the world wrong

The cosmic dance will touch everyone
And get them back in the groove of fun
Have them all dancing under sun
Enjoying the fresh, wild path begun

A tapestry of joyousness spun
The future wrestled from an evil fate and won
Together we will do the dance
Enamoured of a wholesome trance
That enlivens everyone

O children of the hinterlands
Wave thy magic, wanton wands
And banish thy selves from sad illusion
Come to the awesome, truthful conclusion
That you have skilled and sacred hands

You are truest hope of the world
The bars and borders must be unfurled
In our hearts affection swirled
Towards brighter day we are hurled

Our destiny we've not really knowed
Until revelation like stardust snowed
This is the song for the worlds sweet people
Sung loud and proud from passions steeple
In it my truest dream showed

Awake! Awake! Thy sleeping spirit shake
Rapt in throe of evil's dancing mistake
We're bewitched and hexed by hell
And the sounds of its princeling knell
To above from underworld's lake

We can arise. It will come true
A warm and enlivening breeze will through us blow
Our spiritual sleep we'll come to rue
And we'll plump our seat on truth's pews

The awakening will disabuse
The awful and offensive ruse
Our torch will swing in front of evils' face
And shine light on evil's hate and disgrace
For cosmic justice, we take our cues