When I loved, dear, when I loved
My heart was mended in your hands,
You fixed it up with soothing bands,
That stop the ache I had from
When I loved, dear, when I loved

When I loved, dear, when I loved,
I danced resplendent in the sun,
Eternal life had just begun,
As endless as the waltz of time,
When I loved, dear, when I loved

When I loved, dear, when I loved,
There was a song that rung in the air,
All joy and all love soars up there,
There was angel at my stair,
When I loved, dear, when I loved

I dwell in sweet emotions
The trajectory of bliss
The music of devotion
Knells out when statures kiss

To chase you to the ends of Earth
Would be a lovely thing
We'd sun ourselves forever
Where kindred hearts are king

Relegating tyrants
Of Biblical acclaim
In to History's dustbin
Error's vast domain

Gravity is the final nail
In Religion's hearse
Illuminating forces
Of the passing Universe

Invisible, indelible
Pulling apples to the Earth
Unassailable, immutable
Rotating planets' girth

To be just attuned to accommodate life
What would be the chance
Gravity is the epitome
Of a cheerful happenstance

Madness is an affliction
Most mundane misery
Mauling with her ******* moods
Mind's cruel Technology

Mania is my mistress
She visits fleetingly
I felt a bonfire, in my brain
When she was meeting me

But she quickens my demise
As I hurtle back down through stratospheres
Indelible cracks upon my skies
Madness clouds my atmospheres

Creationism is enough
To satisfy a Fantasy
But only Science does justice
To Nature's fantastic Prodigy

Life's vibrating matter
Mutating infinitely
The stubborn, selfish gene
Persists defiantly

Mysteries of Creation
Encoded deep in spirals
Evolution is endless
Its truth is immutable

‘Tis gorgeous to behold a sky
The Poetry of night
In fathoms of the starry climes
Are deep, eternal delights

To see a flowering blossom
Perfect Geometry
Petals precisely unfurling
See Nature’s Dexterity

Passion is harnessed to music
In the Angel’s blare
I hearken to its melody
For magical music dwelled in there

Infinity – is made of atoms
‘Tis like an endless tapestry –
Stretching in all directions
In longitudes for Eternity

From solitary molecules
To entire superstructures
The building blocks of the cosmic scene
Articulating Natures

Without seam – or stitch
Or rip upon the textile
The matter of the multiverse multiplies
Making Eternity fertile

Minds scintillate like rainbows
Perceiving colour, rioting with song
Around red tracks of thy veins
Blood meanders, around, along
Inside, the most refined of muscles
The ***** visionary
Renders visions of divine precision
O sight, give life to thee

In rapid strokes of flight
Stangest Choreography
The birds ascend, and do attend
To Trees and to Geography

Begetting song, that drifts along
Splendid Musicality
Dancing through the skies
With magnificent Theatricality

Behind heartbeat’s syncopation
Where deepest beats are lain
Is Love’s echolocation
That mutual refrain

Which gives Love’s life
To the world, to all and everything
Hearts romp together to resplendent tune
Love’s sweet carolling

I drift and drown in dreams of thee
Summoned from treasure-chest of Mind
Although not yet harnessed to reality
The dream was splendorous and kind
It left a sheer, serene sensation
Like running riot in the rain
It triggered heartbeats’ echolocation
That mutual refrain
I feel my life is better for having been
Opened to all that’s in your world
Inside the enigma of your soul I’ve seen
In my heart affection swirled

Under Love’s fruitful canopy
Are blessings raining down
Like leaves, a pleasant panoply
In whose fathoms I could drift and drown
The kind canopy protects the heart
From the punishing lash of elements
If from under Love’s canopy you should depart
Your life will lose lustre in increments

When once I found a florid flower
Upon wizened, ancient ground
I could not see a more curious sight
To amuse my eyes for miles around

It glittered and gleamed in hues resplendent
Of brightest blue and aquamarine
A beauteous vision most transcendent
The best and brightest of all I’ve seen

Without fine flowers festering
Upon the fields’ girdling girth
There would be no more florid blisses
Upon which to gaze as we roam the Earth

“Magic” is the thing in flight
That basks resplendent in the sun
Borne aloft on fluent wings
Both synchronized, as one

And purest amidst the cold blue sky
Is the solitary, sweetest bird
Whose wings like arrows go flitting by
Emitting song so sweet when heard

I’ve heard it in the evening
I’ve heard it in the noon
But most of all I’ve heard it
Where Nature is abloom

My muses are my masters
The only law I recognize
Full-throated voices a divine departure
Leaving one captured, hypnotized,
Enwrapt by fervent, florid music
My muses pour inspiration down from the rift
When ears have heard their magical words
They conjure dreams and start to drift

Much meaning is a mystery
An enigma unencoded
Meanings weave back through history
More often than not plural, loaded
There are maddest multitudes in words
Far beyond a simplistic meaning
One sole words’ meanings could form a herd
For the multitudes you’re gleaning

“Peace” can be found in the wild
Beyond overgrown, unkempt frontiers
“Peace” is the cry of the wee lamb child
Their souls untainted by the bludgeon of years
“Peace” can be found in the soaring bird
Which glides gracefully on high on fluent wing
“Peace” can be found in the searing, siren sound
When sea-bound creatures shriek and sing

“Mercy” is a fiction
A quaint naivety
An untruthful depiction
Since antiquity
The hidden hand on high
Harbours no feelings nor cares
For the dull minutae, under Earth’s sky
Those poxy human affairs

You are the truest rebel
Borne aloft on fluent wings
In arcane, bardic arts you dabble
Through medium of you all Creation sings
Sauntering to inner music
Guided by a soulful beat
A path of fire and passion
Spin out from ‘neath your feet
With arms akimbo to the sun
You fathom God and soar divine
Eternal life has just begun
O sweet, this path that doth unwind
With lyrics like impossible lassoos
Capturing and conjuring phantasms
That appear in the rift between magic and reality
That most mystical of cosmic chasms
You paint the world with fine fluent fire
Fixated on the hope that flies
Harping on your divine lyre
You serenade the sweet evangelists of sky

Humility is hardly
In plenty in our person
But if we’d harbour humbleness
We’d lose so many burdens

Without unbridled arrogance
Enveloping ego goes away
And our born-again personalities
Can see what’s clear as day

Namely that Humility
Is all that’s ever needed
To stoke the soul to do its work
Till by Death it’s superceded

If it wasn’t for Humility
The world would be run amok
With the bad and brazen actions
Of a selfish and conceited stock

So we salute you, sweet Humility
For showing us the way
Be forever a guide, deep inside
Lest we go astray

Erudite eyes see materialism & conformity
As a menacing, monstrous, moral deformity
From which vast misery and decay is sprung
A dirge for its mass of manufactured souls sung
Your words tap in to raw, primal currents
Torrid, terse, you talk in torrents
Poured straight down in to your thirsty mind
You are risen, no more blind
Your mind mimics the blossoming of wilderness
Balancing its danger and its tenderness
Singing of the cosmic dimension
Allen is rapt, in glorious ascension
Conjuring the words of muse
Which exposes the grand consumer-world ruse
Without this dreamy, hazy vision
Of inexplicably divine precision
Allen would just be one more mind
Shacked in manacles, going blind
At once he communicates the joys of the Universe
But lays ‘Howl’, his elegy, at its hearse

Despair is good if you desire
A mind and mood that’s stationary
Neither moving or evolving
Despair constructs its dim masonry

Where Despair's dance cascades
Through chambers of the mind
There is no hope to speak of
No mirth or joy or fun to find

But dark Despair does dwindle
Where moods are more attuned
To the whole spectrum of feelings
Overgrown, unpruned

Now I walk in joy and happiness
I feel their boon substantially
Despair is but a memory
A fickle, finished fantasy

"Faith" is suffice for comfort
If the abyss encroaches on thee
But only the Surgeon prevails
Making blind eyes see

"Faith" deceives and says the pivot
Of the universe is the human race
When the crux of our existence
Is lost somewhere in outer space

"Faith" is impotent next to fact
When Reason is apace
But ignorance defends itself
For fear of losing face

"Faith" just means a belief
Held uncritical, unthinkingly
But I have become a sceptic
Oh Science, inform me

In a dwelling on Lake Geneva
In a dank and doomy room
The grandiloquent guests did their best
To pass the tedious time of gloom

To excite their thirsty imaginations
Byron suggested all write a story
He specified it must be ghostly
Phantasmal, or gory  

So Mary Shelley set to work
A most dutiful and diligent scribe
Scratching marks of Genius
On paper for the reading tribe

Invoking from imagination
She contrived a most appalling creature
But it’s not the one that you’d expect
It was the Dr’s conscience that was the most terrifying feature

The parable of men’s meddling
Is conjured fast as lightning
The potency of Mary’s vision
Is such it’s truly frightening

With tale sublime she renders the creature
A thing of neglect, deserving of pity
Her musings are so fierce, divine,
Her insights so wry and witty

For all his grand creations
Man is next to nature impotent
Only the latter is all-knowing
And omnipotent

Project finished, they gather round
To listen to the others' stories
After the test they decide Mary’s is best
She walks away with all the glory

So that is how our famous fable
Was woven in to existence
It was sublime and transcended time
And stayed in our librarys' persistent

A most radical woman named Mary
Has faith in the existence of her own innate strength
For her time, it’s an opinion most contrary
And maketh her many adversaries

She moves and mingles in circles fluent
In the lofty language of ideas
But she is still most incongruent
Her airs and graces lack, are truant

Like every literate liberal learning
Through diatribes of how corrupt Society is
For a better deal for all she’s yearning
Her passion for justice a beacon burning

Grows to detest privilege, rank and station
Those ghastly bars behind our eyes
For women’s rights she seeks vindication
Publishing a wild sensation

Its arguments are sound, sophisticated, sage
Giving elegantly eloquent expression to her thoughts
But the pamphlet nonetheless generates vast opprobrium, outrage
It offends the sensibilities and the mores of her cruel age

Saying Society enervates women of their strength replete
Mary’s verse is passionate, informed, incendiary
Saying women can be competent and women can compete
On the same plane as men, achieving the same feats

But such ideas are too advanced for the day they were incepted
They are vehemently beleaguered by the defenders of the realm
We will have to wait for centuries before Mary’s words are respected
It’s a tragedy it took so long for her wisdom to be detected

My friend, my kin, my lover
Thy Destiny awaits!
So make with haste to leave
Our dark, diminished straits

In love, in life, in friendship
We yet besieged each other in war
Its rueful consequences
My wounded mind abhorrs

Caught in the cross-fire
Our sorry souls were maimed
Mocked in public view
I had the shock of your esteem explained

Out of this conundrum Love
Our staunch, strong souls must climb
And hopefully sad memories
Will be effaced by time

So you’re still my kin, my friend
You see true love forgives, lets go
Like a flower that needs to trim the stem
That’s dead, so new life can grow

My element is Fire
Peering in my soul embarks
On a quest to find its passion
An art adorned by sparks
Body licked by Fire’s warmth
Flames cascading dominant
Peering ever deeper in
My thirsty mind spins ruminant
The log seems to be rippling
As if a trunk of fire
I meditate more closely
And the focus takes me higher
Eventually the fire penetrates
The deepest recesses of my mind
It conjures up the Other Realm
Where secret treasures I will find

I think I saw a spectre
Emergent from the grass
Resplendent in an aura
Crystal clear as glass
And whether it was day or night
Meant nothing much to me
For dwelling in that vision
I had held infinity
The sky usually so discordian
Became a dome as one
A grid of interlocking flowers
In interstices colour runs
The spectre winked and disappeared
As quick as sprightly fawn
I rubbed my head and went to bed
Dismayed for she had gone
But there was no real reason
To lament losing her divinity
For she had secretly imparted
Some of her cosmic creativity
It nestled deep inside my heart
And waited patiently to hatch
And express itself in romping art
Where our two souls attach

When we were oblivious, Love blossomed
And it blossomed in full spectrum
For waiting so idly for the flowers
We didn’t know to expect them!

There is one of Love’s petals in my hand
A petal of gleaming amethyst
When Love inside me goes abloom
I cannot care to desist

The flower of our  Love is perennial
But the buds are fresh and new
And dear they are a little brighter
For having been brought to life by you

Within me – there is mystery
Inside me – there is history
My soul – the enigma
Of me. But the clouds of dullen gray
That hide my self away
Shield my sorrow and stigma

Twas good when I would let
My spirit pirouette
With the miraculous unknown
But now my passion is stilted
And my heart is tainted
By all that it has known

Nature is a prism
Refracting all of life
Each strand upon her rainbow
Is all of the same light
The Sea – The Moon - The Earth
The tender Nightingale
From one law divine
Next to which illusion pales
For Nature is a magnifier
Of beauteous intensity
Life is manifest
And amplified in her majesty

I danced in sweet Pan’s shadow
In his dreamy, dappled light
Frolicking till the morrow
Immersed in sheer delight
Waltzing hand in hand we went
Traversing through the wilds
I am risen, no more blind
I am again a child

Vision is the maddest sense
It moves in detailed dreams
Conveying the wide world perfectly
As one, without a seam

Much music is like magick
Stampeding cross the mind
Drumming up a rhythm rare
Which purest passion lies behind

Musicality’s parade
Is everlasting, dear
Each note is a joy, delight
Sensuous and sheer

I yearn to bond with melody
That medicine of muse
Which heals the tender malady
My spirit sore, contused

The whole Earth is her altar
Each day blessed with her kiss
The Earth won’t ever falter
To bestow her with deep bliss

One ruby Sun her idol
That sweet giver of life
Which feeds the bridal flowers
Flourishing in wilderness rife

The only things she worships
Are fire, water, earth and air
If you’re looking for a pious soul
You’ll only find a heathen there

But you’ll never find a spirit
So steadfast and so fair
Who swells and dwells in earthen bliss
Enjoying its treasures rare

Existence in its fullest bloom
Sings sweetly out to me
Awakening of Spring a tune
Which knells out merrily

Birds beget stacatto sounds
Their transcendental song
Which rings across the Earth, around
Its ways, up and along

And if you strain you’ll hear the work
Of solitary bees
Vibrating in the background
At a most peculiar frequency

Sharing their sweet treasures
As they circle flowers' girth
A contribution too vast to measure
For they do the work of earth

When thunder shakes the firmament
It riots through my brain
Only stopped by lightning
That heavenly refrain

Where nature dwells songs do swell
The sounds are in the plenty
Ranging from the rancorous
To the sweet and to the dainty

Crescendo of the summer
That noisiest procession
My sad ears dote on its gay notes
Which rise in supersession

Harping on an ancient lyre
The angel, yielding divine fire
Shrouds a slumbering Earth in song
Her rhapsody rings around, along
Notes billowing like claps of thunder
It really is a thing of wonder
To be pacified by those soothing sounds
That calm the Earth from sky to ground
Her majestic music kisses my cheek
Causes a fluttering in my spirit meek
In her care I am a child
To music dancing, going wild

In every corner of the Earth
Tower the monster’s factories
Imparting souls with numeric worth
Harvesting souls in battery

Every hope and every dream
In chains, incarcerated
It's a paradox that few bellies bulge
While all the rest are emaciated

The capitalists control our time
They made and manned the clock
The capitalist puts the worker
Between a hard place and a rock

Harnessing forces of nature
For nature’s own destruction
There is a special ineptitude
In capitalist construction

But this creation is no fixity
Its rules we can transcend
Capitalism becomes dangerous
Only when we believe it has no end

I found my safest, sagest guide
When once my sorry soul had died
There was nothing of it left
Of life it was savagely bereft
But ending my soul’s stark December
She kindled, fanned and stoked the embers
That burned at the bottom of my sad soul’s pyre
Her forcefulness sparked and spread the fire
Warming me throughout my core
I didn't feel dead any more
My lucky life now filled with jest
And I tackle it with zeal and zest
I have grown quite amorous, fond
Of our special, divine bond
Electric, it kindles in my heart
And lives once more again in art

I guess you were showing me I have choices
To manipulate those inner voices
The liars in me that deceived
Their fictions I had hitherto believed
Those voices took a while to surmount
Of the tortured days I lost my count
Repeating threats and mocking me
They taunted me most horribly
But sometimes they soothed my head with music
Imploring me to wisely use it
Giving me words and rhymes and ideas
Quelling all my awful fears
Knowing that they can be seduced
My voices I cleverly reduced
To my handy, willing apprentices
Even though I’m still cognis mentis
The obstacle remover gave me a chance
To improve my life and to enhance
My experience of the world as a whole
I’m so glad she touched my soul

Meditating on fire
For eternity it seemed
I was transported to the other realm
It had the quality of lucid dream
An elephant fluttered up to my side
Projecting her soul in to my own
She winked cheekily and disappeared
For her touch I felt that I had grown
Peering up in to the sky
A dome of interlocking flowers
They surged with colour bright
I could have stared at it for hours
All at once the vision left
I was drifted back to Earth
But I don’t feel at all bereft
I’ve had another birth

Mutating, manifesting
Forever, endlessly
Dreams are harnessed to words
That multiply infinitely
A snake consuming its own tail
That striking emblem of eternity
My words go on and on and on
In an everlasting jamboree

Words are peaceful warriors
Changing hearts, persuading minds
Giving multitudes of meanings
To form, by words refined

Words wend their way through consciousness
Like a giant, glittering thread
I am more attuned to the world at large
For all that I have read

Reticence is good enough
When fortunes start to dip
But fierce feelings are much better
For stoking comradeship

Stoicism petrifies
The soul, makes it alone
Converting passionate spirits
In to sombre hearts of stone

I aspire to a sensibility
Free and unrestrained
For in stoicism’s shadow
My mind becomes quite pained

I'd rather have a poet's passion
For being touched by love
I hail thee in sweet serenade
That rings around, above

Mary was inquisitive
Mary’s heart was belle
It liked to fathom feelings
Incite passion and rebel

Against the petty rules of men
She freed her soul from briars
She is another child again
Indulging in joys and desires

Her words are measured and methodic
Articulating life’s magick
Begetting a vision wild, rhapsodic
Her musings are divine, melodic

With ear and heart and mind and eye
Attuned to nature’s majesty
She observes the world that’s passing by
And conveys its beauty in her cry

Hark at thee sweet messenger
Evangelist of song
Bestowing thy faithful rhapsody
That rings around, along

Thy poetry gives thy life, thy soul,
To the world, to everything
When ears have heard her musical word
Their spellbound spirits sing

One vision brazen and beatific
Captured in words which are suffice
To fathom the ineffable
Inexplicably surgical, precise

The splendour of the earth, transcendent
Captured by one voice refined
Waking to the sparrow’s music
She is risen, no more blind

Speaking in esoteric patter
Allen implores the crowd to hear
His curious, most enchanting natter
Perceptions shake and start to shatter

Initiated in to the mysteries
Allen’s words bring them to life, with a
Voice that transcends time and history
That brings his cosmic joy and bliss to me

Words sear with a frightening power
That startles, overwhelms the crowds
Allen’s visions start to flower
Allen’s visions start to tower

He harbours an inquisitive, roaming soul
Which languishes in mystic climes
Enchanted by creation whole
Allen assumes the bardic role

Sapient and wise as the owl
Attuned to magick of the night
He conjures heaven, fathoms hell
Harnessing the wildernesses’ howl

There is much music in language
Words resonate, full like a gong
Meaning canters like a runaway train
And cadences lilt like calypso song
When poets open their minds to heaven
It pours its musings down from the rift
When their ears have heard the musical word
Their sombre souls uplift