On wayward route the magic word
Goes to ears that strive to have heard
The gorgeous and the seismic truth
That stokes a revelation, forsooth
That awakens sleeping herd

This is the lore. It is an insight
On which your minds can be free, take flight
And rove forever in delight
For being once again of good sight

Consists in it a magic white
That takes soul soaring to ascendant height
The songs of the flowering universe
Will be sung in joyful, sublime verse
Till the world is pure and right

Singing down the valleys, meadows
Casting smudgy, dappled shadows
Go the children, skipping, swinging
Their gleesome joy through daylight ringing
In nature's ***** their rustic beauty shows

The children wake. They wake to love
And on that thought their sweet minds rove
The forest is their treasure trove
An enchanted and protected grove

For harmony the children strove
And take guidance from above
They will not be defeated, slain
So hear my ludic, joyful refrain
And leave so we can be left to love

When life is strife and life is hard
The elephantine child is cradled by the bard
And swung with glee from side to side
So passion and joy in his heart reside

Together they're forever friends
And for sins of earth do make amends
Traversing the fertile planes of world
They awaken souls to reprieve unfurled

A dream on a beam
Swimmed in to view
One without a seam
On warm breeze blew

A goddess pure
In aura resplendent
Sweet, demure
Witt light replete, transcendent

A blessing from
The upper world
To show me path
Out of here unfurled

This is the clarion call to wake
And set right the path of world's mistakes
Transcend the bars behind our eyes
That teach us to alienate, despise
In the truth of Love our spirit quakes

The true belief consists in care
Not some lofty, haughty air
That induces children to despair
And beckons them to evil lair

I can see the darkness in your stare
And the anthem of evil in your blare
But think not that you'll win the fight
For we'll throw the book of eternal delight
You couldn't dream of what's in there

He is able, what's his is ours
A knowledge that begs to be devoured
An enchanting and a stunning child
Who gives the spark to the shy and mild
And wakes them to go wild

He is the babe. With the magic pen
Who makes me start the world again
He is the sublime, cherished friend
My love for him, no start, no end

A gift that the divine zephyr send
That sends me crazy, round the bend
But his light doth sooth my sullied mind
With Love, activity refined
Towards brighter day we wend

On fluent wings as soft as smudges
The flying spirit diligently gauges
What is needed underneath
By peoples on the hills and heaths
O'er them she dutifully watches

She is the world. It's truest hope
Without her light I couldn't cope
She is more omnipotent than the pope
I'm tied to her with golden rope

I want to fly with her in cape
And feed her with a hundred grapes
Her light will scare a thousand kings
As her divinest music sings
O'er the sweet and sinuous moors

Across the fertile, blossoming planes
Sings music in enchanted refrains
Coming from the cosmos above
Beau as a turtle dove
Whose beauty by god ordained

The dreams our ours. They wont be killed
Despite the Devils who have shilled
To torture us with evil skilled
But our reprieve the bards have willed

The soils of magic we have tilled
To get to the bottom of the truth, it chilled
But truth is ours, we bear it high
And swing the torch around the sky
And look at us, we're thrilled

We walk the walk with wanton stride
And to the wayward path abide
Traversing the enchanted, magic planes
Hearing nature's sweet refrains
As in to her ***** we glide

This is the walk. See how we go
Dreaming, rocking to and fro
Taking us, both high and low
To Love, which raptures us in throe

Through us a magic breeze doth blow
And to ourselves the wisdom show
The walk of life is for the children
Who were born in God's celestrial cauldron
And who the goodness know

Some use it for evil's gratification
But some use it to heal
Warming with the magic sensation
To the spirits we appeal
When the beast has abused thy spirit
And thou wake up in the den
Just summon the force of thy inherent magic
And start thy self again

I swing the torch from side to side
The visionary light by which I abide
Basks me in resplendent glow
As I go dreaming, rocking to and fro
Embarked on magic ride

This is the dance. It tells a truth
A kind of vision rare, forsooth
I canter round soul's shire on enchanted hoof
A siren of iridescent youth

The knowledge of my path does sooth
And to my sullied brain it does amuse
In it's form I have faith and trust
Stoking, kindling my spiritual lust
To disabuse the ruse

Alack! The time is running thin
To spread the word to kith and kin
That evil ruse has wooed the land
Despite us waving benevolent wand
The evil chants and makes its din

We will surmount this evil yoke
That doth the sweet heathen voice choke
And dwell once more in dreams bespoke
For being rapt by truth I shook

I fell head first in to revelation's book
And didn't like to have partook
But to truth I must be faithful, devout
And malevolent schemes I must query, doubt
And babble their story like a brook

Dreams of freedom are flowering
As flimsy illusion withers, pales
Through medium of the bardic tongue the truth doth sing
And in to peripheries of consciousness sails

The merchants of demise are quivering
To hear the lion's stentorian roar
Their callous bodies quivering
They have no time left anymore

Towards new day we meandering go
Borne aloft on divine zephyr
Dreaming, rocking to and fro
Effusing other worldly ether

Albion, thou art my guide
To thy truest words I do abide

Albion, thou art a friend
My care for you has no start or end

Albion, your daughters sweet
Make my life with love replete

Albion, I see thy anguish
And in your sorrow I also languish

Albion, we will transcend
This pain, and make thy spirit mend

Albion, the peoples song
Will be sung, above the evil throng

Albion, this incantation
Is an immaculate creation

Albion, let me stand
On thy shoulders, to shout psalms to the land

A burnished flame of divine shine
Doth with my vision intertwine
Flickering and kindling
With the naked truth enchanting
A beatitude of exalted grace
Kisses the curves of my hollowed face
I become borne aloft on divine zephyr
Swept in to otherworldly ether
Where transcendent visions are apace

A knowledge I do not want to be mine
Doth nevertheless in my mind shine
The truth boils deep in convolution
It could inspire a revolution
Overwhelmed by a divine vision
Of inexplicable precision
Revealing the cynical plans
That mar the monstrous mind of man
Until the truth collision

Forms of evil riddle me
They want to fool and fiddle me
But I have seen it clear as day
And to Albion shout my fears, dismay
You cannot suppress a lion's heart
Or prise the people apart
And in our realms no longer stay
So go upon your devillish way
And make haste to depart

With magick wiles the heathen girls
Doth the path of justice unfurl
Brandishing their torch of truth
To **** the evil spirits, forsooth
To redeem a stolen, pillaged pearl

All eyes turn round, to see the loves
And upon the naked truth mind roves
Our spirits are our treasure troves
Trodden down by bad man's hoofs

Our torch of truth their evil proves
With hearts of stone that can't be moved
We dance with torch and ward them off
On divine zephyr borne aloft
To go to adoring heavenly cove

From whom did I dare seize the fire
Which casts light on truths to be sung to lyres
The revelations are suffice to inspire
Paeans to be sung around the pyres
There was thunder in my brain
When truth cantered inwards like a train
Albion pointing to the warriors slain
And to his wound, his immortal pain
From the torch the truth doth bright exude
A light that is a sort of useful food
That renders visions in which sense brews
That with divinest meaning woos
Promethea a warrior magician
I am also the strangest of physicians
Bearing heavy the weight of contrition
When faced with the plans of the worlds morticians
I traverse my path to get my heroine
On this troubled, but essential quest I begin
There is nothing that we can win
But we can redeem our conscience of the devil's sin
But Devils' sham religiosity will not survive the ravage of time
Earth's rustic children are the truly sublime
To dare to strike them down in their prime
Is the most heinous of mortal crimes
O, my god, I bear to you
The angel, the angel, spirit true
Through my heart a warm breeze blew
For having seen a soul so true
Now you can ascend the stair
And find your way to perfect care
In the castles of the air
And find peace in angels luscious blare

I am as old as mankind
I am as wizened as Yew
I am the pulp and the rind
I am the seedling that grew
I am the sweeping Starling
I am the albatross
I am the bard who sings
I am the Lord on the cross

I am the balloon on the wind
I am the sun's ruby fire
I am the treasure animals find
I am the ancient lyre
I am the undulating ocean
I am the magick of sound
I am the forest's motion
I am the roots in the gound

I sing for the Jack of Diamonds
The iridescent, seamless jewel
Flaunting my poetic garland
Seducing with its haul
The Jack is the rumbustious renegade
Who goes wayward, errant, coy
To Jack I dedicate this enchanted serenade
The bardic arsenal I employ
To capture the diamond for my diadem
And flaunt it to the world
We'll waltz together in freedom
Towards the future hurled
The diamond is a dilettante
Dedicated to bliss
A most passionate militant
Touched by the light of luck's kiss

Atop the tor with ancient horn
Blows bardic spirit newly born
With magic emblazoned on their tongue
A descant begging to be sung
Through the saccharine morn

This is the song. The babes rejoice
To hear the magical ludic voice
They sway, and clap, and swing their heads
As bard goes round them with gentle treads

The music paints their passion red
Alight! For cosmic sense is said
The flame of love be theirs to behold
A treasure that can't be bartered, sold
That brings life back to the dead

Daughters of Albion, thy beauty and intelligence is bespoke
But your spirits are encumbered by cynical agendas, by oppressions' yoke
I await the awakening of the revolutionary heroines within
Who cast off the stigma and shame of the doctrine of sin
Against the rubric that sullies and enervates thy strength
I verse and converse at tedious length
Inciting thee to free love, to the wayward path of libertines
I'd love to see thee dwell freely in beautiful, transcendent scenes
Thou art the flux of sultry stunning supernovas
Only faintly seen and understood by men
Peering like voyeurs down elaborate telescopes
Which, for having filtered you, diminishes thy beauty by factor of ten
Your divinely wrought stars beget a radiance
That offers guidance to the straggling soul
I'd love to be enamoured of you in dalliance
The bars between us the mind appalls
Arise ye makers of rebellion and revolution
Commit thy self to the creation of freedom
And live in eternal celebration
Admitted in to passion's kingdom
Together the daughters of Albion shall waltz
Out the spirit's cage
Going traversing through the wilds again
With inspiration for them I rage

He thought me jealous of his lute
When I'm miles away playing the bardic flute

Heaven is the gestation of the human heart
It is more than the kingdom of kings
It is the place where souls dwell in grace
And all spirits, spellbound, get to sing
The gestation of the heart is gorgeous
Akimbo to the cosmic flow
The truth of Love magnanimous
Towards it our lives go

The ego is tenacious
It dominates the mind
But its "truth" is really mendacious
And leaves the spirit blind
The jungle of ID is a danger
To the fruition of unencumbered mind
Yet the conscious, truthful ranger
Can an escape find

A dream goes drifting like a cloud
Across a sky of molten colour
Enveloped in divinest shroud
Gestating for infinite hours
Until harnessed to consciousness
Yielded to individual mind
Brought in to focus by inquisition
Some dreams are mean, some are kind
The individual and collective psyche
Wrestle for dominance
But they can be harnessed to harmony
And brought in to concordance
It was known to Jung that thoughts are sung
By more than one sole spirit
Symbols and ideas magically wrung
It enlightens one to be near it
It's just that one must be aware
That thoughts transcend one mind
If you try to perceive the ether there
Untold treasures you will find

The Lords think they taught us how to speak
When the vernacular was developed by the people
So don't be subservient or meek
Sweep high in the sky, past their steeple
The mother tongue is a democrat
The word on wayward route goes bold
Sing it loud and proud on ancient lyre
Truth blazing in fires of gold

Towards the best tomorrow
We struggle, but not in vain
Transcending pain and sorrow
We smooth balm on hearts cleft in twain
Towards a path unchartered
Towards a better way
On a mystery quest we have started
But truths will come clear as day
Over dales of desparation
And through vales of vagaries
We search the sweet sensation
And bow to Love on devotional knees
I search for my companion
To go with me upon my quest
But I can always go without them
I'll still strive towards the tomorrow best

Histories like blossom unravel
The mystery manifests
In its truth we marvel
Its wisdom we digest
Traversing our cosmic destiny
With minds cast up to sun
Through us go thoughts and magic
The cosmic fires run
Atop the tor of passion
We blow in to Love's horn
Devoid of pain and misery
Of suffering relieved and shorn

The voice will not be vanquished
The flame will not be killed
The spark never relinquishes
Despite the Devils who have shilled
Wielding their lacklustre lassoo
To strangulate the Angels
With their pretentious plans I am through
I stick my fingers up to hell
They could only dream
Of making the Angel's sound
Which comes in lucid dream upon a beam
In its splendour we were drowned
Till one day you decided
That we deserved the music no more
But your vanity will be derided
By the public, enlightened more than you for sure
You think you're so magnificent
And magical, divine
But your hearts don't beat, you have no soul
Your spirit has no shine
Like I've said before you've shilled
To a devil sent to spread
Sedition against our true heart's bliss
So I say off with the King's haughty head

The world in unison
The world as one
Hearts sink at sight
Of the setting sun
The world in unison
The world as friends
As if one constituency
To each other we tend
All hearts in unison
In grief and sorrow
Knowing that some
Are bereft of Life's tomorrow
All hands in unison
To steep in prayer
Devoting homilies
Filled with perfect care
All life in harmony
Will find it's way
This song is for Albion
And the warrior spirits there

Once you were an unborn, unformed dream
A spirit drifting down cosmic stream
Then you were incepted in the world, babe supreme
A treasure, whole, without a seam

All hearts in unison rejoice at the babe
Who with their gleesome joy doth amaze
Setting cynical, jaded souls ablaze
Enveloped deep in loves warm haze

The world is better for your life
Be to the lust of life a wife
And then you'll transcend toil and strife
A ribbon on the breeze, like a kite

Don't struggle for the treasures vain
Allow thy ego to be slain
Then you'll transcend suffering, pain
And thy heart will not be cleft in twain

Upon this wizened, ancient lyre
I'll sing the ballad of the Roses, till I tire
Each one of them a blessing true
Working diligently for the life of every one of you
A true Rose is a beating heart
In which lust for justice bubbles, brews

In Parliament, they call them Labour
But a Rose is anybody whose heart harbours
A love of life and all it's creatures
Considering the workers to be teachers
Imparting the wisdom of their experience
Marx, the most exquisite of their preachers

His words shine bright and cast a light
Upon the path of destiny, he predicts workers delight
But not before the struggle, toil
The quest for righteousness embroils
All human hearts in earnest endeavour
Across the worlds sands and soils

O rustic Roses, I worship and adore you
If you have time, allow me to implore you
To see yourselves the way I see
Creatures of brilliance and majesty
Who devote themselves to the truest fight
For workers wage and workers right
Long may your light shine at me

Her mind is like an intricate mandala
Adorned with patterns and colour
At one with the wilds, like the Impala
She goes roving, playing all the hours
She dwells on the Isle with a faithful soul
Unravelling the mysteries of life
It's truths have them rapt in thrall
To the lust and love of life they're wife
They dip their wings in passion's sky
Soaring like Icarus
Two tender creatures flitting by
Of them I want to make a fuss
    The pups of passion, they are so sweet
    With each other their life with Love replete

Is there time, Love, is there time
To take sanctuary from the world
And go into the wilds, unfurled
In my heart, affection swirled
If there is time, Love, if there is time

Is there time, Love, is there time
To indulge the heart and all its whims
For its the most cherishable of things
When it syncopates it sings
If there is time, Love, if there is time

Is there time, Love, is there time
Could we traverse passionate frontiers
Before fate creeps up and life disappears
For touch of you my spirit sears
If there is time, Love, if there is time

I think the real sacred geometry is the symmetry of her heart
That burns with exquisite compassion
For all creatures, whom she considers teachers
Who can guide us with their wise action
In the forests of the spirit she silently dwells
In a quantum of solace, a magic bubble
There her passion swells and wells
Awoken by Love's rabble
Cantering over the planes of the world
She looks deep inside every straggling soul
Tries to show them their truest path unfurled
To make them feel nourished, whole
Without her I would not be able
To break free from the spirits stable

She is the people's poet, singing divine dittys
That make the wandering heart a captive suitor
Her words sing true, her words sing pretty
On luscious tongue the songbird twitters
A fulsome flame of gorgeous red
Strikes and sparks the mind
When she serenades your spirit
Before her touch I had been blind
She casts a light upon my path
Shows me the direction of my true heart's bliss
I am flustered in her magic's aftermath
Touched by the light of lucks kiss
O tell me is there a joy as you
O moving, magic Amy Blue

She is an artist of reason, sharp and sure
Who creates a masterpiece from logic
Her thoughts have me ever craving more
For their sequence ascends like magic
A scientist she is yet an artist
Who creates out of the raw material of reality
Yet the magic strikes, with her it didn't miss
It's alive in her and goes with conviviality
Her entreaties are so spirited
Fierce, witty and wry
Her mind is uninhibited
As wide and deep as sky
To the east, she goes in wayward trance
Filled with the rhythm of the worlds romance

The Rebel as an Artist
Isn't oft appreciated
But in the labour of her creation
Consists marvel created
By pained triangulations
Of the form of image
The artist is a sorceress and magician
For she makes real a mirage
She paints so exquisite it could move stone hearts
To melt, to be moved to tears
In her art, flies magic darts
And immortal grace appears
The rebel as an artist
Swings the hearts keys
She has the knack to wield a work
That can treat and taunt and tease

She is a rainbow warrior, sweet messenger of peace
Deciphering the exquisite ethos at humanity's heart
In her the light of love is apace
Her passion has no end of start
Roaming, roving like a rainbow
Most cherishable of things
Her heart is a wanderlust warrior
Her spellbound spirit sings
The earth her mother, she's at the altar
Blessing with her kisses
Enamoured of the natural world
She's initiate to its blisses
O little flame, I honour you
You are a spirit sure and true

She is a rainbow warrior, sweet messenger of peace
Deciphering the exquisite ethos of philosophy
In her inquisitive mind Reason is apace
And compassion is her theology
An artist of the word and image
She is a sorceress and magician
Who makes real a mirage
But nonetheless she is a strange physician
Diagnosing the fallacies
That riddle mind of man
And give him metaphysical malady
But answer him the rainbow warrior can
She stokes the precious flame of truth
To most of us, the truth, aloof

In an iridescent aura a hippie angel came to me
Enchanting me with a ticklish, infectious laugh
I am enamoured, my heavy heart clamours
Woozy in her magical aftermath
Her dreadlocks frame her enchanting face
Etched with curves of compassion
An image of accentuated grace
Which sparks my heart like nuclear fission
Prithee Angel, be my guide
Enamour me of your wisdom
By your truest words I'll abide
Let me in your passions kingdom
O hippie Angel I love thee
You are the delight of eternity

She's roaming in the gloaming but she's roaming in my heart
Digressing with her feet that dance and digress
Made cruelly nearer for being apart
With her I want to make like child, regress
She is wise, reliable like an ancient tree
That gives diligently and doesn't take
She is the guardian bestowed unto me
I haven't know her to make many a mistake
Together we have fathomed joy
And made mischief when we were bored
All our resources we employed
To yield the treasures sweet and coy
O bonny lass, be forever friend
My love for you has no start, no end

Her hands are as skilled as nature and her wits are wry
Forensically examining the world before her eye
I want her to paint me in to her sky
To be one of the divinely wrought creatures sweeping by
There is little that doesn't marvel her mind
Amused and entertained by multitudes
Her love, activity refined
It speaks in beatitudes
I want to rove with her out of my cave
Traverse the wild frontiers
Live together for an age
Before hearts wither and disappear
O Lucia, tell me now
How to soar angelic and fathom hell

She is bewitching, like elusive magic
That ensnares the senses with its potent power
She is the dance of cosmic joy
Blossoming like exquisite flower
Her aura ripples with colour like stars
That fire ablaze with cosmic spark
She begets tender sonorous bars
Rejoicing pure, the babes of the world hark
With the stainless spirit of the child
She goes touching spirits one by one
Begetting her hearts true bliss, wild
A purest sort of fun
O wild flower, falling through my mind
You are a petal sweet and kind

Her beauty is a beacon, tis begging to be sung
Along to lofty, ancient lyres
Her image an immortal grace, divinely wrung
Shrouded in the aura of cosmic fires
Not all the harps of heaven could do justice
To the passion she stokes in the truest heart
With her, the chase is on, apace
For having been struck by gilded dart
I follow her to the ends of earth
To be enamoured of her wisdom
She warmths the breadth of my hearts girth
She admits me to passions kingdom
With her I am engorged on bliss
And touched by the light of lucks kiss

She begets warmth like a supernova blazing
In eternal dalliance with the other stars
Upon her Beauty I am enchanted, gazing
To her I beget these tender, loving bars
She has the embracing spirit of a diligent mother
Who cares for all of God's creatures
Subscribing to the gospel of Love
She is the most gifted of its preachers
She is exquisitely funny and an excellent friend
Who always has my back
In her hands my heart is on the mend
It was lost for a while, alack!
    O I love to love and laugh with Marie
    She is a creature of Love and amity

With a light that makes the atmosphere shimmer
She is radiant, like a divinely wrought star
Her smile is wide and her eyes glimmer
Where has she been, has she wandered far?
Like a balloon being lifted to heaven
My spirit is buoyed by her presence
Her magick is wild like a heathen
I fear her becoming evanescent
Towards the wild, unchartered tracks
She goes, with divinest glide
Going with nothing but her sack
In to the world she slides
Named after the beauty of a continent
My words can't convey it, they are impotent

O Children hear me: F**K THIS ****!!!
She shouts, her protest a ribbon on the breeze
Sorrows and injustice have angered her a bit
She wants to see the world sail on fairer seas
Writing sharp entreaties she labours hard
Her words and wits are serious and sure
Each line is a deal, plays a card
Each one making me hunger for more
By the bolts of melody
Her mind has been stoked and struck
Her music soothes my malady
She's had the poet's luck
    O go ever on, roaming, waxing, raving
    The renegade bard who dwells by the avon

Clad with a flagon of ***, the temptress goes
Taunting, teasing, flaunting, pleasing
With delicately adorned body, from head to toe
She is my weak heart seizing
Like a beautiful cat she can swing and saunter
Like a tiger she leaps at horizons
Like majestic horse she can gallop and canter
Consists in her a beauty that transcends aeons
There is witchcraft in her eyes and magic in her mouth
There is enchantment in my heart when she stares and speaks to me
She blends being divine and most uncouth
She is blessed with the gift of being enamouringly cheeky
I want to waltz with Caroline
To fathom love and soar divine

Mistress of my passion, by whom I am enamoured
Thou art the golden yoke unto my soul
For thy tender affections I have craved and clamoured
To thee I dedicate this enchanted howl
To bear love aloft, to dedicate thy self
To the duty of Heart's compassion
May make the spirit swell in good health
And compel it to exquisite action
In thy light, which begets a radiance
I feel the guidance of a divinely wrought star
Enamoured of our mutual dalliance
I pledge and worship to thee from afar
    My sweet entreaties I refine
    To fathom love and soar divine