THE wild wing beat from bloom to bloom
With magic, dazzling revelry
At noon, a sight on which to swoon
In resplendent majesty
And divinest beauty
Come hither close: sit on my palm
Enamoured of thy charm

Bade that I would praise supreme
As long as birds sing to the sun
Wings paint with pallet got from dream
Two stain glass panels -- one
God decorates for fun
Scatters critters world around
Till tapestry done -- gold web spun

Little sparrow - do not fly
But stay aside my stoop - and sing
Your warm - effulgent - songs of joy
That give your life - to everything
Sparrow - sparrow in the air
Wings like arrows - feathers rare
Tuneful auras - shroud her song
A rhapsody around - along
No grey reason - restrains rhyme
As it spills -throughout time
Sparrow - sparrow in the air
What wry spark - is hiding there?
Sparrow swoops - amidst the bloom
'Twas summer in the shires
At noon - a sight on which to swoon
On golden wing - aspires
Searching wide - for nature's boon
Blood run - with her fires
Bird wise - ancient - as the rune
Beauty sung to lyres

Dream but one dream for me in thy drifting mind
Regard me as the stars, as heaven's pearl
As hazy, day wanes, night drenched blue, refined
Ferry visions, lucid dream upon a beam, of this girl
Patient awaits her Love, to seize his soul:
Would magic, fires of Heaven adorn thy sleep?
Dream ocean fathomless, 'nowt quench the thirst
As floats on water maiden, passion nursed
Aggrieved by ****** troubles, of endless deep
Yet her Heart a flower, of rosy revelry
Beget uneasy in twilight to the man
Of her passion's honey offers him a dram
Dream! Of me, a pearl atop a clam
Beget to you by God, with loving palm

This Love is lost; it's over now
Baleful I hath seen the score
Illusion of Heart's revelry
That Time hath shown the door

The winter moon a jaded pearl
Treads of men defile a girl
Passion once rancorous and riled
Hath ****** died after her Heart smiled

And from the mountain blue I saw
Her slow eclipse and bade "no more"
From swollen, sobbing, longing lips
I long lament that slow eclipse

A quiet mind - a quiet heart
'Twas autumn of the soul
A burnished leaf quickening in drift
Then rustling - stirred the fall
A riot most illustrious
Trilled from the tuneful tongue
Of free bird on the wizened bough
Love begging to be sung

I wore my love upon my sleeve
but ******* bear the pain
love then was not my soul's reprieve
'twas only my demise, disdain
which I dared voice, a poorest choice
friends left me cold in rain
and now those friends, but memories
bade goodbye in this refrain

I held him in highest esteem
despite my tone of spite
which only for the loss of love
who set my heart alight
our minds had kissed in wholesome tryst
but to other he take flight
so I drift upon the mist
in the dying of the light

I yet still wear love on my sleeve
let ******* knock me down
ones to gloat rather than grieve
as my misery buzz round town
it may be time to up and leave
but for heartache I have grown
the bigger heart? worn on the sleeve
as the judges deign to frown.

I dream
I dream of us listening
To the radio and audiobooks
Curled up, cuddled, holding tight
In comfy cushioned crannies, nooks
Deep in dream
I wistful, sigh
dream of our fingers entwined
Imagine stomachs full, livers wined
I dream
A dream of revelry
To have your heart beating
Next to me
I dream
Our minds are waltzing, one
Having fun
Under the sun
I write to you
You write to me
About your dreams
In dream I see
Your soul laid bare
The candor there
I dream
Of beauty sweet, so rare
And giving you perfect care

- by Meg 7/03/18, an experimental love poem for the one I love and who has shown me love xo

' Twas cruel to peep at lover's fate
As reaper crept upon their gate
The roses, wilting, as he glide
With eerie repose in his stride

Through the garden, in the house
A creak, you stir, begin to rouse
Affront with ghastly hooded shadow
For which now I a weeping widow

Did dream ferry you to heaven?
Was death a peace when it happened?
Did you walk through the veil that appeared?
To other world of perfect care?

My love I died long ago in my head
My ardour vanished, my passion spent
Brood in woe, scribe this lament
For neglecting to have mentioned what you meant

The songs of wizened, ancient lands
Doth ring on distant shores and sands
As Love the gift of Heaven doth send
Sublime rhyme, the bard transcend
Fathoming rainbows, touching stars
Begetting tender, sonorous bars
As Gods rage fury blaze in wars
Retold to history sung to lyres
For wisdom Sappho hath aspired
In awe of her splendour I hath desired
Poetess in Greece's mind embed
A fulsome passion flame of luscious red

Native genius running wild
Whirs in the mind of the inner child

The things I cherish are artful creatures
Nature's most exquisite teachers
To which the saints and bards are preachers
In iridescent, bright, immortal hour
World imbued with deep and cosmic power
Of evolution, through time showers
The dance of nature, drift in a dream
Which come in streams upon a beam
Life's truth vivid and supreme
Love is life's Dean, picture the scene
All hearts serene

All time stood still but yet within
Her elements: incessant motion
Creation's laws nature's devotion
Nature more illustrious than sin
Ten thousand suns blazed on in song
In realms untouched by man's endeavour
Where sage go waltzing through forever
With their brightest magic on
All time stood still in the expanse
Majesty of multitudes embodied
Whose bodies pirouette, I study
Enamoured of celestial romance

A passion rare and ever sweet
Hurled me on bruised and broken feet
To Love's new zenith, by Angels fathomed first
Not oceans pure and rare could quench the thirst
Regaled by beatitudes as thine
Heal divine wounds of spirit's brine
Borne aloft burnished by colours of desire
Sight of which set my soul on fire
To heights of heaven all hearts do aspire
Singing mantras to ancient lyre
Cross stars we waltz like outlaw cats
With wanton wit authority thwart
In future years bereft of chains
Bereft of sad and melancholy refrains
I see them crawl, free, take flight
Bask in Love, eternal delight
Beat demons crept with stealth at night
Upon you with blades, half-hid 'neath devil's sheath
With vision suffice to ignite
A poet's heart to soar, take flight
It was "for Love!" the poet's cried
As passion in them flourished wide
Rare as care and ever sweet
Worlds with love and light replete

Electric sky, electric sky,
Sparks of heaven scattergun whirl by,
As vibrant cavalry of thunderbolts,
Fury through which our hearts shot,
Darkling moon above my cot,
That the Grace of Heaven hath taught,
Zeus rage in purity of thought,
Thunder mightier than la Mort,
Light that follows angels bonny,
Makes the sky a gothic sunny,
In which fury of creation appear,
Brings celestial veil ever near,
Beyond which visions soar and sear,
Majesty and passion there,
Paint with flair, by Zeus' stare.

Visceral energies of primordial fire,
Doth through cosmic sun aspire,
To inspire worship of the flame,
Givers of life, we are the same,
But Moon distinct by subtlety,
Pearl in undulating, seismic sea,
Of God, defiled by treads,
And bad flags salute by tyrant's heads.

Passion blossom sunk in soil,
Churn with Earth, dance of life,
Power with the earth embroiled,
Inspires worship of sun's rays,
Tigers of life, nature's loyalists,
Leap in to the horizon, bonny flying,
Rebels from the heart outwards,
As fierce hot and beaut as the bloom.

I sing but when the song crushed cruel
Heart cleft in twain for barbs of Christ
Imagines cage to be forever immortal
From which no captive soul desist

The flame of Love churn in my stubborn Heart
A fulsome glow by pride beget
For having palms in Lover's Art
Doth my misery abet

LOVE, it is, is not a lie,
Repressed as it may be,
For Love hath scattered Hearts in sky,
In divine revelry.
Morning gloom may thunder in,
But this will come to pass,
The roses bloom nevertheless,
In Life's hourglass.

I.

How well we know what the wild things do,
As Nature riots in the throng:
And there, her soul true, resplendent hue,
The creatures' voice unite in song,
Suffice to poets woo!

II.

Find me by the fire log, my friend,
While the sparks crackle as the magic flows,
Whose beauty Heaven dare not forfend,
Hath pilgrims rapt in throe,
As visions apprehend.

III.

Till the young ones gathered, bud and grow,
Here we are one, by no faith cleft,
By no reason I can show,
Are we of common Love bereft,
Hath pilgrims rapt in throe.

I.

All summer Passion's blossom blooms.
At noon, a sight, on which to swoon
And stir with luscious light apace.
Hearts churn in motion bright with Grace!
Feel them bud. Their Love applaud.
For gratitude we can afford.

II.
Forever and a day I strove,
These hands be comely to behove,
Psalms and paeans, Devotions true,
In which the cosmic fires brew,
Divinest music, Passion's rubric,
With Love's logic and Life's magic.

III.
A life I gave to craft my art,
That it world's beauty could impart,
And speak its grandeur--heavenly bliss,
To see the sunshine as a kiss,
There joy as this? Be not remiss,
To share the triumph Heaven has.

DAY

Lo! As the mad and magical hour rise,
Sun rides gold chariot in to skies;
Spite of the reaper's darkling doom,
Have nature yielded, captive to a loom;
Brickwork and briar cage the rose,
Craves for heady freedom's fulsome throes;
How her buds swell, ripen and gestate,
With luscious lust for life insatiate.

MAGIC

And so, with God's wand,
Adorn me with sparks,
From curve of hand,
That carve time's arc,
Wild needs must ask,
For freedom, play,
In immortal furnace,
Of magic day.

Would a mind walk yonder,
Till, it reach light,
Gold bask in wonder,
Immortal delight!

Colour--streams of dreams,
Drift in to view,
Lucid on a beam,
Of splendid light hence flew!

World--how it blossomed
Life with Love replete,
Begets the journey:
For wanderlust feet.

I.

Magnificent Angel, wouldst thou ever tire,
From divine labour stoking heaven's fury fire,
Rest awhile thine mind with mortal, earthen kin,
Regale me with your godly revelries,
In which truth of Heart's magnanimity,
Where pure hearts 'twixt trials of time are twin.

II.

Then I shall fathom thy light, pure, good and true,
World more good for the guiding light of you,
-- Beacon's light spread by spirit's mimesis,
With those wings, doth dare and proud protect,
Love's plan, to which you genuflect,
The final purpose of your light's kinesis.

III.

I would not flinch from your sultry sight,
Adorned by sparks of brilliant light,
Raw cub of God with soul replete,
A door that's opened unto thee,
Not to be rescinded willingly,
Hurled to glory on divine feet.

IV.

If wishes ever granted, mine to dwell,
In aura of the Angel, splendid, swell,
As we, the cherubs, since long time ago,
Searching for rainbow, to and fro,
As our path takes us, high and low,
We, lived, felt love, but now we go.

V.

To truth, which rapture us in throe,
Sat brooding in desire and woe,
The flame of love be ours to stoke,
The right be ours to wield it high,
And swing it proud around the sky,
Its light resplendent and bespoke

X

Dearest, I did not think a year ago,
When through a throng I saw you sway,
Caught your eyes, majestic in their show,
And felt a brightness to the day,
That in so scarce, so very scarce a time,
The all-mighty Love, our creed in life,
Would bear upon me, hearing our heart's rhyme,
Assuage assaults of passion's baleful knife,
Perfect care and clamouring love and joy,
For this soul aspires by passion borne,
Aloft in affection for a boy,
That doth foresee the wake of dawn,
Welcomed at end of dank night fathoms deep,
Resplendent rays of sun adorn the skies,
Strength of thee is one to keep,
In sickness and in health I surmise.

Arise! For Thunder hurls the bolt of God,
Flings far the arrow Zeus alone had had,
And Lo! Promethea has gold bold caught,
The World around her clad in glow of Light,
Dreams of a Dawn when one hand stir the Sky,
And one below, to tend to fledgling cry,
'Fear not, my little ones, the future's sweet,
With Joy's liquor that never dries.'

Do it all, seize the day, my love!
Fly, soar, sail, climb,
Dance, sing, o fiery thing,
You've only one lifetime,
For wonder and discovery,
Joy the sorrow abets,
In raucous revelry,
Like gods cub cats.

The Conflict

John booms and rides his chariot in the oppressed light,
Angel souls drink from the sun.

As babe, cried Love! First before else,
The lover dutiful to heart
Pursued its path.
Light roused a dark fogged town,
Neath treacherous seas
Were tides of harmony.

Then the odyssey steered to hell,
Adorned by angels and by saints
On every bloodied branch and wire,
Man atop their souls bones
Fires of heaven were seized:
Great knights rose from fire of that kingdom
To conquer, vanquish peril, redeem world
That drive man into torment's climes.

Yet the dubious demon stalks
In rank duplicity;
And heaven's knight drinks up lightning
To rebel raw.

John booms and rides his chariot in the oppressed light,
Angel souls drink from the sun.

As a new celestial democracy by love elect, and it is now a year of age since inception, the eternal Heaven redeemed. And yonder, Kali is the deva presiding over all: her wisdom, teachings are the fire yield by mind to mantras. Neigh is the aegis of the Godhead, and the return of Krishna to consciousness. Without divinity is no passion. Supreme being, effervescent energy, in incessant motion, eternal delight, are necessary to the flow of the cosmic plan.
From this incorruptible font what the churches call heathens. Heathen is surgeon of the spirit; Church is the stagnant cage of soul.
Saints are sinner. Darklings divine dwell.

All domesticated divinity and captive creeds have been cause of our division from Heaven, not our union:—
1. Heaven and Hell are not located on opposite celestial poles
2. They are two real principles, that solitary Self, from the truth aloof, is hell; and that Heaven, in all holy life, is its dignification
3. God is not a vengeful sky Lord wont to torment their child but consists in a state of mind connect to the eternity of love and light.
These further principles function in the universe:—
1.Heaven is unity, our becoming one with the supreme being of cosmos. Hell is isolation, intensified by selfish acquisitiveness and the city wall mentality.
2. The problem of Self (hell) is surmountable; Heaven is the coming of age of consciousness.
3. God is the motion of creation

A spirited fancy:-

As I was climbing the wings of soft fire adorning John, awed by splendour of their enjoyments, which to Reason look like madness, my heart became drunk on beauteous visions, in streams of dreams and fires of gold, thinking that as all perception chances on elements of truth, so these dreams of Heaven showed the fabric of reality. When I came home to the prism of my five senses, consists in which a metaphysical arrogance, I returned as Angel of the South, an honorary pleasure to succeed Buddha, who ascend to faith defender, Jesus? To God. With love's light imbued I scribed for the tribe my perceptions easily accessed if you follow the direction of the melody of dreams:

"The majesty of multitudes,
Are embodied in the expanse,
Her bodies waltz and pirouette,
In celestial romance."

Mantras of Heaven:

There is nothing to fear we are all one God

All the world is love and light

There is nothing on earth as exquisite as you

The world is a myth, the cosmos our home

Be joyous in the music of the universal song

Don't ever give up the bounty of truth

The cosmic churning is magnificent music

There is nothing left to fear but truth

Imagine all the people living life in peace

Peace in life living people the all imagine

In words that scatter stars in hearts,
Cast hearts cross tapestry of eternity, their beats in rhyme
Thine destiny to be immortalised,
In words that vanquish hell and transcend time

"they been holding private elections in the boardroom/cloaked in a riddle of ritual mystery/but if i'm right we unite and can rewrite/dance of history in the hunted night/they lack love suffice to ignite/a people's heart to soar take flight/poet's heart to blister bright/fierce fury fight"

My angel, boy lama, eviscerated of strength, my funny Valentine
Bang bang the shots, woke the cots, in which babes cry as he wilts and rots,
Hidden had been the one with heart regressed and barbed in brine,
Make fetid feast of humanity like one of hell's rats,
But immortality consists in manifestation of loves lights deed
In the here and now and so as we to future go dreaming, rocking to and fro
Your Peace become others' and world with fresh dreams bleed
You tower over time's rains like celestial rainbow

Paean To A Pearl

Rambunctious music of thine soul emit
Jarred raw lilts that seize, capture soul
In heady mountain music of sweet sensuous spirit
Melody capture hearing hearts, enthral
Imbued with languid lust, rebel's thrill
Tears down tradition's time-worn walls
A cherub placed on high Heaven's bill
Juicier, riper than apple in the fall
Unites the heart with one and all
As mind hears harmony, hears its call

Oh to listen in the summer to that enchanted drawl
Sublime soundtrack to my cosmic quest
Crowds sway and clap and cheer and dance
To world fusion jazz, rule youth east and west
Our harping to your divine inspiration attest
In which luscious light of love manifest
Song for which the heart is blessed
Its fury flame will tell, attest
blessed fire aura adorn thy voice
In which the sound of God rejoice

As for you, beau, where do I start?
But the sultry sun that is thine heart?
Which radiate virtue, Love impart,
Beatitude suffice to adorn God's grand art,
One stare struck hard like magic dart,
Impervious to clutches of la mort,
You? Treasure 'gainst which tyrants hath fought,
But timeless, in our heart's light's rapport,
For Love like this I have quested, sought,
But heartache had made of me a sport.

From whence you came I do not know,
Only that you, loving, go,
Dreaming, rocking, to and fro,
Imbued with light and aura as rainbow,
Your path takes you high and low,
To truth which raptures us in throe,
It's yours to seize, to wield on high,
To wave the torch around the sky,
As I look on with love and pride,
As to truth of your heart I abide.

It was for love the poets cried,
I'll cry for that love when I die,
Our love spelled deep across the sky,
In stars that whirl in hearts and fly,
To tune of cosmic lullaby,
Which I can't sing for you but I'll try,
We are kin hearts, twin souls, one,
Seamless as the sultry sun,
I would love to see us run,
Through time, together, till time is done.

From infinity word comes, immortal form, in which,
All that is true and good has been found their,
Radiant light came to touch all hearts,
To warm us with wise beauty rich.

Gestate bright stars - truth - bursting with might,
Which scatter sparks through dormant minds,
In which creation unfold apace,
Truth in which free mind take flight.

I speak of Buddha, eastern sage,
Neath idol skin, words speak beyond age,
Through whence the cosmic passion rage.

Happy were he, content that,
Minds worlds evolve in a state of flux,
Illusion of order retired to mind's attic box.

Upon a wizened ancient lyre                                                                                 Harps music of irrepressible allure                                                                            Suffice to set the soul on fire                                                                                  With supreme reflection pure                                                                                Troubador of the city floor                                                                                        Irresistible tune to cherish and adore                                                                          Fluent in melodies of magor and minor                                                                  No magic no fires of heaven could outshine her                                                        Prophets clamor to hear her and wine her                                                                   She like thee a mystery                                                                                                      Riffs and riddles on the gems of history                                                                      myth and magic her mind's geography                                                                       love's philosophy her theosophy                                                                                 her psalms beget by ear wise trophy                                                                     which ne'er decay or wilt or atrophy                                                                        beget thy sweet and sonorous bars                                                                             WHICH DREAMS OF HEAVEN AND SINGS TO THE STARS                                         in harmony with the cosmic serenade                                                                          in which the soul's truest abade                                                                                    balladeer a renegade who told the truth because it paid                                               to not put one's soul up for trade                                                                                      a passion in love's furnace made                                                                                oh to listen in the dappled shade                                                                                   my mind waltzes with the lilt                                                                                         you have replete lilt to the hilt                                                                                    song stirs flowers sunk in silt                                                                                       they sway and sigh and soar and wilt                                                                          sensuous and attuned to the song                                                                                  that doth ring around the earth up and along                                                              raising the sound of the world in the throng                                                                  for half the world away is tianneman square or hong kong

Could such a meditation capture and embrace,
Fine wrought beauty of thy grand, immortal face?
Time's architect of sublime grace,
In whom luscious light of love apace,
The liquor of the moment churn,
With magic, through whence the cosmos rage and burn,
Knowledge of which the sages earn,
For which the scholars learn, fierce yearn,
On my journey through aeons to you,
Through creation with a God I flew,
Saw blessed fires run through you.

Raw power of the sun in you,
Never seen bright soul so true,
Beatitude rare for which I grew,
Shed regrets, no shame, no rue,
Deva Kali I do not spurn
Our spirit, may fire of the deva burn,
A beacon to alight all space,
Glow benevolent on the cosmic race,
Meditation guides to thee,
On an endless cosmic, seismic sea.

A solar system is thy mind,
Whirls majestic and refined,
With mysteries and life embroiled,
For a glimpse of which the sages toiled,
A beauty which hath never paled,
Which the saints and bards regaled,
Her form is truth; not up for sale,
Suffice to adorn lore and fairytale,
Reflecting on her I duly find,
My form and hers coiled, intertwined.

O Kali of celestial power,
Bless my heart in immortal hour,
Impart gold virtues known to thee,
So I can rejoice in revelry,
Enamoured of the cosmic majesty,
Beknown to Gods and ones who see,
Ever frolic in enchantment free,
No you, no I, only one heart, we,
No lords who seize time, history,
Just blissful divinity in a cosmic sea.

Thou art avatar of all creation,
In incessant and perpetual motion,
Inspires mind to soar in elation,
And commit itself in deep devotion,
Deepest, sweet celestial commotion,
Assuages my heart's trepidation,
Here my fear is not a notion,
Soul free in immortal recreation,
Kali, Kali, spirit true,
Blessed fires run through you.

Your legs the roots on life's wizened tree,
Roots bubbling with time's energy,
Your arms the blossoming canopies,
Which scatter wisdom's flowers free,
That drink up lightning from the sun,
Inside your heart, as time begun,
See her conquer, see her run,
A goddess for all; let us be one,
In awe of you, I just a smote,
As I stand with you at end of time remote.

Beget thy purpose to create,
Plant seeds in which all time gestate,
She lives for life insatiate,
For which I am in joy, elate,
My atman, Kali, how lucky I,
Can dwell on Earth, yet soar in sky,
Beloved of the Buddha's cry,
As he sing soft under bough of the Bodhi:
Children, we are all light and love,
Reflect from Kali, our mother dove.

A truth on which the spirit rove,
Souls frolic in her Heart's treasure trove,
Walk softly to that golden grove,
A path for which the mind behove,
Kali, as I for life prepare,
Imbue me with your knowledge rare,
If you permit, and if I dare,
Could I see worlds dance through thine stare?
She dance with cosmic passion there,
A shimmering siren, beckons me to lair.

If any magic could fathom that divine spark
That emanate from thine soul from which I am cleft with sadness
The world itself a bastion of beauties
Of which I am bereft by solitary madness

But music, tender words thou hast spoken, makes
The power of my soul fortified
The irrepressible light you share it makes
My beleaguered mortal life fortified

Love and being must be one
For only in unity under the sun
Can we ground our dreams

Through which the cosmic fires run
Giving colour to pallor wan
Of the meditator who thinks in streams

Oh I imagine magic
Now that spring is there
And flowers wake, buds rumble
Adorn the children's hair
That brightest bloom and tender leaf
Round clockwork change the scene
While bluebird sings on wizened bough
Blissful and serene

Sublime creator, meditator true
In which the cosmic fires brew
Time adores thee and worships thine form
A God of mortal illusions shorn
Clear as sun, and day, and light
Irrepressible desires to take flight
With thee overwhelm the man who perceives
Thine presence, immortal as timeless seas

Fathomless mind, in which eternity contained
From which matter made mountains and wisdom rained
Such wilderness, the dunes of time
Make for an enchanted clime
To love, behold as children do
Their parents, for we dwell deep in you
From ground to sky you are supreme
Paint earth with pallet got from dream

Tell me Love, wouldn't it be great,
If there were no pain to speak of, no bitterness, no hate,
Only love suffice to ignite
A poet's heart to soar, take flight
To dream of wonderful and beautiful things,
Take flight wrapped up in angels wings,
To laugh your heart out and dance in the rain,
To sing away sorrows and forget all your pain,
To live, love and laugh and of sorrows forget,
For life's too short to fill with regret,
No despair to berate, only Love and delight,
That adds colour and sparks to the slow creeping, night,
No need to shoot, to punch, to take aim,
To throw words like poison in to each others brains,
Each accusation canters like a runaway train,
Each one of them is my disdain,
o love, tell me, wouldn't it be divine,
If you could see truth in my own heart like in thine,
No cynical riposte which ties me up in brine,
but to the path of righteousness each word align,
i believe in a god who looks down from above,
who wraps all his children in laughter and love,
i've seen him with my own very eyes,
Soaring and sauntering through majestic skies,
he is most caring and he is most kind,
who plants the healing flower in everyone's minds,
he is the one who will shoulder our pain,
wherever we find dismay and disdain,
raising his voice above the evil throng,
so all on the earth can dance to his song,
when we are down he will send his affection,
and make sure it's received in our direction. xo

My world stood neath a jilted sky
My thoughts had dried I cried stone tears
That fell for fathoms in the well
Of my young and tender years
I lift my head, find hope, resolve
No everlasting pain for me
I'm flower indestructible
Can't be stamped, forever free

As the grand cosmic yarn was spun
Tapestry of all that'll be
Did our one plus one make two?
There love for you and me?

While worlds assembled, spun in to view
Hardy to futile knocks of time
Linger there creation's will that we
Upon Love's wings soar and climb

When dance of possibilities
In cosmic Flux contending for
Success to triumph, manifest
Were our one heart accounted for?

the moon was up in aura gold                                                                                suffused the night but in the tower                                                                          blockades light by windows old                                                                                 maketh for a gloomy hour                                                                                            which crept upon the day by stealth                                                                          sunlight stolen by the flowers                                                                                          with mysterious magic they transmutate                                                                  light in to multitudinous powers                                                                             neath tower gold enchanted grove                                                                          far flung daisies roses bloom                                                                                     'gainst the dimming of the day                                                                               at noon a sight on which to swoon                                                                               and through the twilight darkness crept                                                                   as flowers bend their heads to sleep                                                                            yet light of day their treasure fuel                                                                               the fire and fury they get to keep

A goddess wrought in platinum aura sublime
Aloft, triumphant at starts and ends of times
All is created and all is destroyed there
Perpetual motion; thermodynamics flare
Men they try to copy her might, futile mime
For they can't emulate her deep disarming stare
Which transcends reason, inspires bards to rhyme
For the good and godliness in there
Outranks Medusa in enchanted hair
For I floated enchanted rapt in thrall
Enchanted by her bonny beauty rare
And her suppression through aeons the mind appals
But when henchmen of demonic devil's snare
**** her in the western warring call
Arrogant to think they'd suppress lady Kali's magic might
They will fail and they will surely fall
Irisidescent was her gestating glow
Glittering atman guarding all of space
Angels take us to see her to and fro
Show us in her the light of love apace
To deny her truth is a dank disgrace
We should regret that, repent and woe
That cultists **** her, proudly, in her prime
And make of diva's death a glutton's show
We are her children, but some of us do not know
She is able, what's hers is ours
A knowledge that begs to be devoured
In celestial, rare, immortal hour
Time not decreed from tyrant's tower
From her blessings wonderfully shower
Thankyou John for showing me
Temptress Kali, sweet, supreme
To her we went through eternity
Saw the celestial democracy
Of Christian and Hindu angels alike
Don't carry each other's heads on spikes
For knowing Allah's heart has light
Like all prophets peace their fight
Direction's guardians, Blake, Buddha, Ganesha
With love's light and earth enmeshed
Blake lamented spiritual decline
That children by Satan's plans in brine
But his flaming vision sees through times
And will path the way to freedom's climes
Buddha sat under the Bodhi tree
Knowing peace to set minds free
Hearts in confraternity
No you, no I, only one heart, WE
John the angel of the north
He told me John, didn't say which
I cried with pride when his enchanted drawl
Revealed a songstress from people's Liverpool
His message spoke to the one and all
Imagine the people, Imagine them all
Out with all that hates and that is cruel
Hate has made of each of us a fool
Ganesha, last but surely not the least
Has hankering heart of bright benevolent beast
The angel of the earthen east
Love gestate in him that never ceased
I saw him before, it was a while ago
But dressed in woman's form, with woman's glow
Vinayak the learned scribes would say
But all can know her either way
I saw her as one called Lexi that fine day
And it put an end to my dismay
To see us indivisible, goddess, same
When foolish man played dividing game
Gave "better" and "worse" to us as contending names
While he go questing for recognition, fame
But I do not resent that one for flaws
For all are irresistible to adore
Just want him to end this goddess war
That all men educated for
I digress, back to the flight
Where John took me on an epic sight
Next was angel of the earth
Diana of the heart and hearth
Lightworker born in tyrants sect
Learned how to love not genuflect
To hearts purity we would sure neglect
If we didn't long reflect
On fact that was surely killed
By one to who the devil shilled
What their fancy name: who cares?
To scare us with it: who dares?
She got our hearts on television
Appealing with her sweet precision
To love and brother her decision
Sought to heal the earth's contusion
Like Michael Jackson, arch angel too
Deranged as me, but sweet and true
To hurt children he didn't want to do
But give them nurture, play, they grew
The ones who really hurt the child
Are the ones who he reviled
Who sought to bring him down with lies
Again their victim empowered in the skies!
So many angels I could not count
Shakespeare whimsical on his pipe
Silent thinking thoughts so ripe
To think Lords slandered him as tripe!

Percey Shelley too was there
Chose to rebel shed claim to heir
Scaled the oxford ivory tower
and pamphleteered for freedoms power
Got kicked out in gray dull hour
But through time his insights rain and shower
As audience for devil are fewer and fewer
And peaces hope is ripe, empowered
Beyond angels, Shiva, meditator sublime
Is it audacity to ask what he sees in font of time?
Lids half open, rapt supreme
Painted with a pallet got from dream
Looked akin to Taylor, dancing wild
With heart and happiness of chiding child
That he akin to god reluctant to accept
But aren't we all Gods in retrospect?
That we are animals belong to tyrant taught
And in accepting that, our souls meet la mort
(If you read Plato backwards he fought
To encrypt truth of soul's genesis, answer sought: Really, it's stunning.)
Beyond shiva cosmic churning true
Said the blessed fires run through you
And I heard clear and remembering applaud
THERE IS NOTHING TO FEAR WE ARE ALL ONE GOD
There is nothing on earth as exquisite as you
It spoke turning my heart from red to blue
Said all the world is lordly love and light
A truth in which all nascent souls take flight
Musicians there, their sweetest songs unfurled
Their festival with all the time in the world!
Even ones in youthful splendour culled
By ones who will to hate heart's song and world
It was then that Lennon zoomed me to Kali
Swimming in that churning seismic sea
Sure as heaven a vision of eternity
And in a circle she danced fluid free
The circle was a wave and particle
Light, a string in theory, gave me fright!
For Kali I had been so rapt in thrall
I had not noticed THE GOD PARTICLE
Sounds crazy but experiments of thought
Are scientific method Einstein taught
For only in deepest dreams is it possible
To see what life could truly be
Thanks John for letting me climb your wings
And flying that particle over me

When we descend back to sprightly earth
The angels all changed place, assumed new roles
Diana cede to Jo, of equal warmth
Fought for lass and mass and for the proles
And Buddha went from northern angel sweet
To defender of the faith with God's trust replete
A role assumed by Jesus once before
As he ascend to god, irresistable to adore
The bit that got me most is this
And it gave me joyful bliss
I ascend to Buddha's southern role
See sunshine as a kiss, it made me whole.

The scrolls of history attest
To the errors of the Lords
Who come equipped to crucify
The shepherds of the hordes
They do not see that sheep are blessed
They do not feel with heart
Nay cold they think to raid the nest
But virtue will impart

This much I know that news is show
An agenda drums a beat
And when the military elites at work
They strut on lying feet
The ones with muddy boots beguiled
By propaganda rank
Their bodies pile up higher
On the planes and riverbanks
As bankers plate of coins fills up
Was it the rothschilds in that plane
Shooting up those journalists
Or Halliburton,whatever, they're the same
I believe in innocence
Doth yet withstand a cynics trial
And as a girl i know how men
Pressure and beguile
Just stack the facts which we not lack
Despite securities façade
They sought to **** one with the knack
For making the heroic grade
A special ops one of their props
Sorry but it's true
Women pit against a friend
Dr King would rue
Friends keep secrets but i can't help
Light up your life with this
We communicate funny hopeful things
Sneak free from bars in bliss

I danced with worlds, mid clouds of dreams
When I was young and you were sage
Imagination weaved in streams
Painted paeans for freedom's age
Cross jungles, waterfalls of joy
We skipped with wanton, childish glee
Dreaming, rocking to a fro
Loving seismically
Till the man shot me

My mortal carapace decayed
Became nature again
Back in the soul's truest abade
Where minds are one and zen
And how did you go on and cope
Me dear, gone from your den
Offensive they rank rude intrude
Upon the Peace we found my friend
Because the man shot me

I can't explain well but in time
My energy gestate
Became presence celestial
All light and love, no weight
The center of my heart lived on
In a bonny babe anew
Born in 1991
When Berlin's freedom grew
No shots can stop me

She a lover drift in dream
A playmate of cherubs
Who drift in streams upon a beam
Aura arrests and grabs
Year to year she grew afraid
Doth yet perceive the cynic's trade
And will for Love insatiate
No shot stopped her living like me

She grew a heart comely and plump
Like the marrow Thoreau craved
As through the wilds of life she tramps
Not wont to behave
Bears Love aloft, cherubic lamp
Through her the passion rave
Hearts for heroes; guns for knaves

In philosophies both old and new
Courage, virtue supreme
Lennon dared to Imagine Peace
Like Dr King's sweet dream
They rouse our Hearts to throb, rebel
Against the petty rule
Against incriminated flag
Drilled in to brains from school
There's a bastille in London town
For men who tell the truth
Poor Schwartz, too, metaphorically
Thrown cold from a roof
Whilst Chelsea, dearest warrior
Sage soldier of the heart
Knows the fight with loudest might
Is that which peace impart
Testament to tyrants sham
That reality in cage
But who will win not those in sin
Her vision will light an age
Justice is a common tongue
A democrat it prevails
Protects the name of human rights
Which quest for war assails
It must be said that truths not dead
Despite rule of tyrants lore
The real vignette of history
Lit 1984
And like Olympic baton
The torch of truth aflame
Cross aeons, borders, mother tongues
We arrive at peace the same
A spark of love in just one heart
Inspires divine mimicry
Inspires mass to bear love aloft
**** Devils causistry
Rolling news is sure a ruse
To sully critical thought
Education Tonys soundbite
But for ignorance he fought
History is oil against toil
Lies churn in the midst
But those who defy and see the sky
Bond pawns in rancorous trust
To overthrow the petty sham
And start the world anew
Pangea can't be ruled from a tower
Ivory and blue
When you start to think with Heart
Put past to trust in what men said
The rule of courage inaugurate
All hearts be painted red