From my heart a plan was hatched
To envelop you within its care
Our sensibilities perfectly matched
To thoughts of you I became attached

Envisioning sweet unity
Where pure hearts are kith and kin
We'd be steeped in loves felicity
Touches searing like electricity

One, together without a seam
Going hand in hand
In words I yield these distant dreams
That overwhelm like floods and streams

But indifferent you spurn me
To continue casanovas chase
Inspiration turns to apathy
And I don't write this happily

Divulging this is indulgent, I know
But I have to let my feelings show
When hearts are spurned you have to learn
And let go

Amongst the multitudes of beats
That coy, hip underbelly
Allen Ginsberg found his feet
Bestowing an amazing treat

Articulating Poetry
Majestic music of the mind
Like semtex inflammatory
Allen’s Howl gains notoriety

Lamenting forces of destruction:
Materialism and conformity
The consumer world is in construction
Like soma the ultimate distraction

Yearning for a world where souls
Are unencumbered by cynical agendas
Allen assumed the bardic role
Trying to convey creation whole

Alluding to the magick realms
Where chaos and wilderness reside
Allen is at the Muse’s helm
Turning the world upside down

He walked in bright beatific phantasies
That captured and enveloped his reality
Those fierce and fiery, fruitful visions
Came to splendorous fruition
When one morn the muse he summoned
To pour music from the rift of heaven
Straight down in to his thirsty mind
He is risen, no more blind
Roaming, roving like a rainbow
The wilderness is the place to go
Like a wanton, wanderlust bard
He traverses valleys and fathoms stars
Speaking to the universe
He communicates its joys in verse
Sees in symbols he cannot speak
Much madness from his ***** beak
Words and vision charged as lightning
His potency is such it's frightening
He is again another child
To the hinterlands of the soul exiled

The heart is the muscle of prayer
It is enigmatic, rare
Swings to a rhythm which moves like speak
In love it dances like a freak

My friend you are a feral angel
A rebellion on wings
Instead of staying square in rank
You'd rather go rioting round Saturn’s rings
For lack of God you are nonetheless guide
By love’s sweet, simple philosophy
By its exquisite ethos you abide
You live most impossibly
Once an evangelist for heaven
You one day peered beyond
On Earth you saw so much potential
Of Earth you grew quite fond
So you exit God’s jurisdiction
Dissenting from one law divine
The disapproval might thunder
But you’ve long already transgressed the line
Teach me how to disobey
To fathom love and soar angelic
I’m convinced you have a better way
May forever feral angels frolic

Strange apparitions
Moving kaleidoscopic
Giving me migraines

Keep me awake
The world imbued with weird hue
Augmented aura

The voice is raucous
Threateningly it tells me
What it has in store

I see death, decay
My people are perishing
At malice's hands

These wild conjectures
Billowing like forest fire
Ravage my rapt mind

I entertain them
Believing in them and thus
Imparting power

To dark delusions.
I didn't see that they'd lied
That they'd peddled frauds

That keep me locked in
To perpetual horrors
That torment the mind

I converse across
Continents. Had a whole chat
Across oceans

With a friend. It's mad.
It's as if a radio
Were lodged in my head

As time elapses
Their failure to fruition
Any truth makes me

Distrust the voices
Cynical I raise my doubts
They crow and laugh, but

My feet on the ground
I set to work destroying
Their reality

Trampling their world
By recreating my own
From the dull embers

Brash, cantankerous
The voices try forming thoughts
But I don't listen

A composition
I write my own monologue
Now, I am not theirs

Our hearts are charged with
Love’s electricity, its
Rioting thunder.

That divine madness
Of her sensibility
Overwhelms us and

Makes heart exultant.
Fibres quake, electron fire
Cascading through me.

Heart wakes and goes wild
Like a wanderlust troubadour
Seeking the next song

Wildernesses, hearts
Are overgrown and rebel
Against cages, they

Demand perfect care.
A mesmerizing mantra
Consists in heart beat,

Syncopating care,
Notating all our loves, joys;
The muscle of prayer.

People come together
When sweet warriors walk on
Beyond the mortal veil
In to the ***** of the sun
We unify in memory
Of all that we held dear
In their personalities and characters
Made by separation oddly near
Sweet warriors are missed sorely
When they’re no longer around
With their passion they seize hearts and minds
Their words and deeds astound
But they are mortal creatures too
Inevitably facing life’s December
The best we can do for these sweet warriors
Is to recognize them and remember

Our souls are fierce flames
That can’t be vanquished by death
They burn on and on

Even time's harsh hand
Can't efface the work of love
Which lasts forever

We are remembered
Inspiring smiles and tears
And actions that speak

Life keeps going on
Better for having had us
We walk on, beyond

Then we re-emerge
Our particles become parts
Of flowers and trees

Becoming starstuff
Arriving at infinite
Space once again we

Resume what we were
Bright celestial matter
Inspiring with light

I remember your quiet dignity
I remember your soft grace
I remember your enveloping energy
I remember your indefatigable pace
I remember your wise, insightful words
I remember your causes and campaigning
I remember the day that you walked on
I remember the sky full with tears, raining
I remember, above all, you for you
I remember what you were and stood for
I remember your vision and values
Like how you detested the blight of war
Friends remember a warm, funny woman
Colleagues reflect on a dedicated member
Family cherished the soul that bloomed
We all mourn, but most importantly remember

Her love was sure and fathoms deep
Warming everybody it embraced
Her heart was strong and steeped in kindness
Curves of compassion etched on her face
Imagining she could build a better world
She took to the challenge with zeal and zest
Incredible, she inspired by example
Never giving less than her best
An ambassador for altruism
She represented all persons
As if the world was one constituency
Because with division things just worsen
But one fateful day she was taken
The mourners in thousands like herds
Thinking she’d be silenced her killer was mistaken
The whole world got to hear her words
What marvels she would have achieved
We are destined to never know
But her accomplishments will never end
If we all pledge to love like Jo

Her heart is dominant
She irradiates care and concern
A passion righteous and militant
In plenitude it burns
A believer in community
She plots to draw people together
Everybody’s best interests
Are at the heart of her endeavor
She represents the best qualities
That people are generally given
By compassion, kindness and humility
She is first and foremost driven
When one day she’s cruelly taken
I cry and hang my head
For a moment it feels like hope is gone
And like all that’s good in the world is dead
But love won, it conquers all
With tragedy it multiplies
Our world could not fail to be touched
By a heart so strong, and of that size
She implored we have more in common
Than all that which divides us
It’s a philosophy we ought to keep
At heart, and anchor deep inside us
Now she’s gone the world has been robbed
Of its champion, its truest pal
But wherever community triumphs
There her spirit will dwell

Monks whose ears have heard
The sage advice of Buddha
Walk shoeless, smiling

Temples adorn sky
Like regal glimmering gems
On Earth’s diadem

They are exquisite
Sanctuaries for roaming souls
In need of counsel

Cherry blossom drifts
Afloat on gentle zephyr
Sweet breath of summer

Babies with big eyes
Peer up to the mountains
Sensitive spirits

Here the animals
Are totems of other worlds
Made accessible

Through deep reflection
Which surrenders the soul to
Deep primal chaos

The forgotten ways
Lie dormant like volcanoes
I await the first

Fluid eruption
Of lucid lava, making
Me awake, conscious

Grand mythology
Dwells in these magic islands
Centuries of tale

In Harajuku
The market awash with style
Romance in neon

****** dresses
And lace umbrellas, dainty
Adorn boys and girls

Wild self-expression
That dandy philosophy
Embodied in style

Land of monks and youth
Japan a portal, doorway
To past and future

Where temples mingle
With technics and skyscrapers
Strange modernity

I drink my coffee
Prepare my paper and pen
Cast my mind, focus

On expressible
Beauty. Where does it come from?
I wonder and think

Inspiration ebbs
Through ventricles of my mind
Wild fire through dendrons

Elephants, angels
Amongst the panoply
Of earnest visions

In streams of dreams muse
Communicates. Fluent in
Creation’s language

Muse plants the candle
Of ferocious divine fire
In my minds and hands

I meditate, brood
Let myself be overwhelmed
By life’s fruits, fullness

Like plucking apples
I stretch to yield the harvest
Of muses’ bounty

Each new thought excites
Like rare exotic candy
Gives a wild sensation

I express my thanks
As consciousness is harnessed
To poetry, I

Wake to muses’ touch
Insatiate, inspired
For augmented song

The world ripens, bright
As a bride’s bouquet, abloom
With iridescence

Bees astir, the buzz
Emanates, its frequency
High enough to hear

Hills like naked swells
On Gaia’s body, birds
Brooding on the boughs

Like forlorn poets,
Cursing their misfortunes, the
Cruelty of love

Rainbows meander,
Like wanderlust bards try to
Fathom stratospheres

Berries adorn stems,
Offerings to the woodland,
Consumed with pleasure

Nature is present,
Purposeful, benevolent,
Her heart is awake

Wondrous is the word that wakes
The slow and slumbering mind
To the magic of reality
Oft forgotten, left behind
Like letters sent from heaven
Words adorn our ears
Matter gleams with meaning
Wherever they appear
In earnest writers herd their words
In to magnificent parade
Treating us to multitudes
Of visions that cascade
Words can shock, surprise and snare
When you don’t know to expect them
There are more words in a human mind
Than colours in the solar spectrum
Words speak of possibilities
We might not entertain
Worlds are woven in to view
A tapestry aflame
With words we can make sense of things
With words meaning roves
But best of all words permit us
To communicate our love

The peaches fatten
Just like beau blooming babies
Succulent they swell

Singeing shocks of sun  
Efface memory of frost
Sunlight searing roots

Stimulating growth
Sun’s a giver of life, a
Benevolent Lord

He irradiates
A big blossoming bounty
Shared equal and fair

The gift is heat, light
It embraces the whole world
In an instant flash

Absence of decay
Incense of pollen and grass
World goes wild in bloom

I roved on a breeze,
Searching for the sounds that snare,
Ah! I’ve reached the seas!

Music of the beach:
In clement climes calypso
Sounds riot, mad, hot.

The kooky notes bounce,
Calling limbs to undulate,
Putting spark in them.

It's celebration,
Worship of life, love, laughter,
Expressed in bold style.

Limbs swing loose, the dance
in zest protests the squat, staid sky,
as bleak as a dirge.

Another music:
Waves crush, crashing over me,
Sounds like maracas.

Churning itself the
Sea has enigmatic sounds
Off the spectrum of

Perception. Our ears,
Too blunted by the loud world,
Hears sea’s beauty not.

Ocean's nocturne lost,
Sea-creature symphonies that
Elude our dulled ears.

Too fine tuned for ads,
telly, society's safe sounds
which cut, sever us

from the raw, primal
sounds of the earth, the sounds which
hide in shells, caves, seas.

Man's sound is sullied
In nature's eyes, we are just
White noise, meaning nil.

Roving home I stop,
Thinking of ways to listen
to her speak her soul.

Her heart rules, its passion militant
Consuming everything that it sees
A renegade, she’s wry and brilliant
Dreaming of a future that can be seized
She is caked in a perfect amount of dirt
And loves everyone, even the untouchable
Sensitive, she hates to see the world hurt
Would prefer there to be no suffering at all
Rules offend her mind’s wilderness
There is no jurisdiction in her soul
She runs like fawn in love and happiness
To wake and go wild is her goal
Racks up sins in the hundreds
Admonished by those she won’t hear
The disapproval might thunder
But they’ll never control her with fear

With love I come with a song for you
It’s syncopated by our hearts
The message is keen and pure and true
And longs to make of our bond an art
It’s played by an orchestra of angels
Harping on a lofty lyre
Their heavenly hands can handle
cradle and seize the divine fire
To transcribe from love to life
Must be the purest of notation
Like words and notes are a sculpting knife
I hone a work of pure creation
The muse has been imploring me
And it has not relented
But for having been inspired by you
The music is more augmented
I think if kindred hearts would open
Song would pour out from the rift
Its dulcet tones would lull us home
As we start to dream and drift

Head hung low he strolls along
The squat, staid streets of London
Until halted by a throng
Of blossoming carnations
I ask: What mortal joy is grander
Than to be rapt by a flower as you meander?

And raise thy head in reverence
To a flourishing floral sight
Fanciful as rainbow’s end
Pure as a soul in flight
Bundles of them he saw at a glance
Adding their zest to the Spring’s gay dance

Glittering in resplendent hues
From all across the spectrum
Much colours did his eye amuse;
He didn’t know to expect them
He stood and sighed and thought: “How pleasant
To see the world turn iridescent!”

Beneath the trees, sunk in soil
Gestating all the year
The flowers with the earth embroiled
The work of life is dear
Dutifully they pledge upon
Their lives to keep life going on

It pays well to flash thine eyes
On things that are lesser seen
Much is hidden in this world
That is soothing and serene
He left, his heart in gestation
Just like the blossoming carnations

In distant dreams you yield to me
Amidst a hazy, gloaming light
When that aura overwhelms
I don’t dare to put up a fight
For only in deepest dreams is it possible
To see what life could truly be
So we peer in to imagination
In such climes we can be free
In life a thick and chilly mist
Had descended upon my mind
I had nicely asked it to desist
But it stayed, was most unkind
To defeat it’s vile and vicious strength
I mustered all within my power
But it still took your hands, O love
To plant the healing flower
In streams of dreams we coalesced
And defied the rubric of reality
The whole world shines beatific  
When you cross-breed life and fantasy

In times gone past we used to play
With abandon. We experimented.
We vowed we’d never settle down
Become complacent or contented
Everything seemed possible
Reality just one calibration
Of potential, possible worlds
Each one a sheer sensation
The world was a bright, clean canvas
For the ink of our imagination
Knowing we could make the world
We laboured at its creation
But along the way complacency crept in
And we lost our special flow
One by one the sparks in our hearts died
And why we’ll never know
But I’ll hazard a rough guess
And it’s worth heeding what here's stated
What’s worthwhile in life is lost
When what’s wild is domesticated

The times that came gave us the idea of war
We accepted it. We became rank and file citizens
Became wrapped up in the politics
The world became a spoiled canvas
Destroyed by cruel imaginations
Knowing they could break they world
They ripped the petals off its carnations
It nevertheless remains that we
Will one day throw off the yoke
To dwell once more in amity
And live in dreams bespoke
I'll hazard a rough guess
And it's worth heeding what here's stated
What's worthwhile in life comes back
When we realise that dreams are created

What comes next is chaos and rebellion
We go wantonly. We dedicate ourselves
To joyful revolution, against tyranny
To put life back in to good health
The world becomes unified again
And not in the imperial way
But in the way all souls are friends
And borders die and go away
The world becomes a canvas new
Ready to take a splash of art
Adorned with colour and beauty
A fresh and fruitful start
Along the way we will regain our voice
And sing and play like children
happy music will make them rejoice
And let them dwell in freedom
I'll hazard a rough guess
And say this time is near
Because more spirits are learning to say bless
And make their spiritual bars disappear

I chanced upon a melody
When first I did arrive
At a wizened, ancient tree
Song from creature blithe

It sounded like a serenade
A high and heavenly hail
How could such a tune be made
As the tender Nightingale’s?

Cascading notes adorned my ears
And pacified my head
Vibrating in memory
Where songs of past are thread

The spirits of the forest
All communicate in tune
If you’re lucky enough to hear them
Your heart and mind will swoon

Billowing like thunder
Except without discord
The epitome of wonder
Is a birdie’s chords

Fixed still, I was mezmerized
Focused on the sound
In a trance, I was hypnotized
But to heaven I was bound

This is to you, stalwart friend
For being nice, for being near
Your compassion has no start, no end
And so to me you’re very dear
Like symbiotic cells we share
We benefit together
You are an angel at my stair
I pray you, leave me never

In hidden hinterlands of space
Betwixt the whirring spheres
Are marvels time cannot erase
With the bludgeon of her years

In stars’ cascade one sees clear
Nature’s hand, so accurate
The creations of her mind
Like pearls immense, immaculate

The majesty of multitudes
Is embodied in the expanse
Its bodies waltz and pirouette
In celestial romance

Walking cross the Milky Way
We could see on and on forever
Into an infinity of untrod realms
Untouched by man’s endeavor

For want of it the cosmic mystery
We may never fully grasp
But such ignorance is bliss to me
It’s enough to be in nature’s clasp

Love knows what is best for us
She is the sagest guide
She drifts thee to thy destination
Like an ocean wide

Love knows what is best for us
Her mind exquisite, rare
She gives her counsel to one and all
Who dwell within her care

Love knows what is best for us
Love knows what is right
She readies us for tomorrow
And prepares us for the fight

Without love's sweet stewardship
Life becomes distressing
So listen to her velvet voice
Her insights are a blessing

Love can be demanding
Love can be a test
But after all is said and done
It’s true that love knows best

A waxing moon adorned by light
Your soul is a beacon burning bright
Making the fathoms of sky come alive
Such beauty couldn’t be contrived
Thou art full of wit and art
Which stokes a blossom in my heart
We fathom heaven and soar angelic
Your soul, my friend, the prizest relic

Sauntering to inner music
Guided by a soulful beat
A path of fire and passion
Spins out from ‘neath my feet
With arms akimbo to the sun
I fathom God and soar divine
Eternal life has just begun
O sweet, this path of mine

O child, you are full with the blossoming of love
Its force gave thee the strength to move
You are a special work of art
A beating heart, filled with sparks
Adorned by auras, shrouded by song
Life as rhapsody, around, along
World hearkens to your primal blare
Much magic, madness dwells in there

Your mind shone bright, lucid as pearl
Share its wisdom blessed girl
I arise from dreams of thee
In striking tones you sang to me
Afloat upon a gentle breeze
It really was a sight to please
Just remember when you are sad
You are loved and all is glad

Poems are like puzzles:
A painstakingly placed picture,
Plucked from the peripheries,
Of percipient perspective.

Penetrating the personal,
The pen puts pain to pass,
Pouring perceptions in to paper,
In the process perfecting the practice.

Some poems pray for peace,
Some paint a piece of people's lives,
Photographically rendering the ineffable,
Imparting philosophies.

The poet is a piper piping pleasantries;
Poems pretty as phosphorous,
In a pyrotechnic parade,
Putting fire in our pupils.

Perhaps the "P" is hard to parse,
And I perceive this problem.
Perhaps my pursuit of the perfect poem,
Must not be prolonged or proceed.

But I'm a phonetic philanderer,
Pushing on like a prodigious pioneer,
Playing for pleasure with puns,
Posing metaphors, putting words in place,
Searching for planetary purpose,
Peering past the past and present,
In to possibilities of peace and plenitude.

But perhaps now the peak has passed and
The pliant "P" is pushed to its limits,
The words are all plucked, parched
And the poem is plenary.

All nature is perfect symmetry:
Each cell divides in perfect mimicry
And wings synchronise like swimmers in flight
Each planet sits in sleek suspense
In the spiral of the stars immense
Each colour on the solar spectrum reflects one light

The tides all wax and wane in time
In music muses spill their rhyme
To mortal ears' delight
And think if you will of your vision
Formed with inexplicable precision
Perfectly formed to let in shards of light

Now then I will not opine
That this is of some plan divine
Or proof of meddlesome maker's hand
Nature's Beauty makes Him irrelevant
It is a sign of her own intelligence;
Genius that wild could not be planned!

Words alight my thinking like a flare
I wield my pen and set to work
Entangled in a phonetic affair

World goes roving on without a care
As shades of amber yield to night
Words alight my thinking like a flare

When I dream sometimes the muse no longer there
Made by separation dearer
I try to summon her in prayer

Muse glides in to thought, her words are near
Enter streams and dreams of lucid fire
Words alight my thinking like a flare

I’ve been here sat all day upon my chair
Chasing herds of words inside my head
Entangled in a phonetic affair

Muse’s thoughts I love to share
Her insights deep and pure and rare
Words light up my thinking like a flare
I am entangled in a phonetic affair

A heart is an infinite flower
Imbued with deep and mystic power
For in each beat love is notated
In hearts our passion syncopated
Touched only once by cherub’s darts
Every heart is filled with sparks
Blossoming like Jacaranda
Hearts long to live and meander
Beating for the passers by
Friendly hearts are alibis
A deep and most exquisite art
Is the humble, human heart

A lover did my spirit wake
To the singeing touch of sun
Kindling the pyre
That my spirit rests upon
A lover put a divine spark
In the middle of my soul
Love’s work there is not by time erased
It never stops at all

All throughout the wilderness
Are hiding, playing deer
Emanating mildness
Wherever they appear
Radiating tenderness
Whenever they are near
Eyes shining with happiness
When they frolic with their dear

O Lord have mercy on our souls
Stoke their dampened, dying coals
Sooth them with thy grace deluxe
Our souls are fragile to thy touch
Let sweet Lady Grace slide through mind
Sleek and suave her step, refined
Her fire makes the hearts go wild
In every little laughing child

Buds of May, astir on the stems
Thou art lovely little earthly gems
From field to field throughout the land
The stirring spring gestates her garland
Who would quibble with resplendent hues
Much colour does the eye amuse
So thank god for the buds of May
Piercing as a bride's bouquet

If you dissect an atom
To find out what is real
The mysteries of matter just multiply
science's sorcery revealed

If you diagram an eye
To find what makes it see
Your schemes will regiment
the muscle visionary

If you deconstruct a wing
To configure how it soars
You'll cut loose the muscles
On which hope aspires

An ethereal vision that visited me
Flew in to perspective from the rift
Upon the light of starry beams
A faerie queen began to drift
She spoke in tongues I did not recognize
They rung in tones of sonorous woe
Behind her cosmic fires undulated
Stars twinkling like celestial snow
A rainbow could not dim her eyes
No nightingale her soul
I sit enwrapt, enchanted
By her sombre siren call
Shrouded by an aura
She danced sprightly as a fawn
But then she winked and disappeared
The magic mood was gone

And like an electron whirring on
The bumblebee emits her song
Out of the hive, around the trees
Much pollen is a treat to please
Borne aloft on fragile wings
Soaring bee: the best of things!

Amidst the summer’s fragrant scent
The bumblebee from heaven sent
To dutifully incept the seed
That makes the world with colour bleed
And like an electron whirring on
The bumblebee emits her song

Oh yield to me like water love
I would not know a deeper pleasure
Ebb like a stream through my mind my love
And sit self-poised in my dreams at leisure

Would angels reveal their gleaming souls
They’d be burnished bright and gold like yours
Our love’s the furnace of infinity
From its rift the grace and gifts outpour

My heart sighs at the rainbow
The sky’s alight, it sings
A plethora of pigments
An infinity in rings
A halo that makes me meditate
A disc of beauteous joy
An omen of profundity
A pleasure sweet and coy

He staggers like a juggernaut
Wading through the world
The stars spin out from ‘neath his feet
The ways and paths unfurl
The majesty of meandering
Is embodied in his stride
He travels long, in tuneful song
Poet of his pride

The chariot of music
Stampedes across the mind
Like fires running manically
Its roar is unconfined

It vibrates in the memory
Resonant as thunder
The sweet blare of the melody
Puts woes and fear asunder

I dwell beyond the well worn track
In thickets overgrown
Where the multitudes of nature
Reveal multitudes unknown

Beneath the cosmic canopy
That mystical frontier
Beyond which we can’t comprehend
Its truths so strange and queer

Its spirit speaks in thunder
That the human rarely hears
So closed in heart and mind
They build a wall around their ears

It makes me think if solitude
Would make us wonder more
I almost think we’d save our souls
If we would hear God’s roar

It is a majestic evening, iridescent and light
The witching hour is still as a stone
The moon ascends to her celestial throne
A pearl in the sky, the divinest delight!
The starry climes brood over the sky
See! The cosmos is stirring, awake
And doth with its infinite movement make
The fluid Universe that flutters by
Dear Children, Dear Children, who in thy happy dance
Appear untainted by the ways of men
Don’t let the world turn you cold:
Thou seize divine fire all day, all year
God is speechless with love for your soul so bold
Which gets to go wild again and again

Blake meandered, like a wayward stream
Over the valleys and the hills
When suddenly: struck by a dream!
An inferno of dark, satanic mills
Spread across the land and overseas:
On tyranny’s wind, the mills replace the trees

Abominable as a cage for a child
Putting bars behind their eyes
The factories enclose the wilds
A bleak blockade against the sky
Thousands he saw in a momentary flash
Festering on the Earth like a virulent rash

The dirt clouds above the factories loomed
Only beat by the awful stench
A poet wants the world to bloom;
The mills just make Earth blench
He stared – and stared – in horror enwrapt
The world was a treasure unbound - now she's trapped

For oft, when poets dream they think
Of nirvana or some such felicity
It replenishes them like a fountain drink
Which brings the bliss of serendipity
And then their feet in wayward trances
Fill with the rhythm of their romances

I talk in tongues that rise to mind,
The muses spill their rhyme through time,
I see in symbols I cannot speak;
Much madness from this broken beak.

No energy to waste on sleep,
The world so bright, its wilds so deep,
Each voice becomes a singing bird,
Articulating song in words.

I have no thoughts, no hopes, no fears
My mind drags down, dumb like a weight
It’s dulled too much for good ideas
Try once, try twice, but I can’t create;
I lift my head, yet heavy with torpor
No light, no logic penetrates
My life seems like its losing ardour
When I’m born again, make ardour innate