Two eyes of flaming majesty doth stare
With divinity from hallowed face
In her the luscious light of love apace
Flame struck in hearts to vanquish fear, despair
For unity we strive and duly dare,
Imbued with cosmic Passion raw and rare
By hardened, lesser, callous Souls sly smote
But we the babes to lust of life devote

For demos, future free, the hemlock swigged
Travelled East, to mysteries discern
Stokes the flame of knowledge, fearsome burn
Shines light where darkling night had plagued
Sauntering, ballistic, through the town
An infantry of ideas stomping by
That doth imagine, map the cosmic sky
From his fine mind, wild, overgrown

Alight! Alight! Honeyed bow doth shine
Resplendent spark doth serenade the sky
As tender creatures flitting gaily by
Sight on which the saints and angels dine
An infinity in rings, hues unique
Envelop the weary world and ways
Beauty inspire worship of the rays
Shine forth from her, awesome nature freak

Congratulations comrades, we are one
Time unfold to panacea true
Painted people's red, majestic hue
Tearing up the town, having wild fun
As riches fade to freedom for the mass
As caste falls down to equal lass and men
As communist pangea come again
As we lay on its resplendent grass

Lady, belle, beau babe, my muse sublime
Thou art a cavalry of lightning bolts
For whom I surge of passion duly felt
Suffice for paeans sung aloft through time
Could I, the pauper, with a broken pen
Trace thy magnitude, beget fine oils
Weave tapestry of beauty artist wills
And, inspired, paint thee once again
Angel painting my heart in cerise
You art a spirit over moon
Swoops by sun, up to God
At noon a sight on which to swoon

Were passion, pride and purity raw gold,
I'd wade in it, have fathoms to behold,
Were Beauty, grace and wisdom count in drams,
You'd sure as day surpass a million grams,
But metrics interfere with cosmic flow,
Of Love through which the grace of God doth go,
You comprehend it dreaming, to and fro.

Where charity and amity outweigh,
Propensity to stoke, kindle dismay,
The world be good and surely good be true,
And gladly more good for the life of you,
Which, like a sultry sun, emit the light,
Which doth the cauldron of passion fast ignite.

Glories be to thee my wanton babe,
Not dark could sully you, nor aeons, age,
Not Psalms, nor paeans could justice do to you,
Not fires of heaven compare to spark that brew,
Not all the fauna like the flower grew,
Of Peace, in you, a guiding passion true.

Yes, it's me, upon a pedestal,
Its becoming, actually, to be rendered tall,
And as for this assailed little stoop?
It's the people's pedestal, see my cahoots!
I'd rather be a poet than a king,
We inspire riot round Saturn's rings,
Atop the stoop, beauty suffice to ignite,
Other hearts to swoop and soar, take flight.

With a contusion sought for Love,
As care withheld by foes who smite,
Did they see me wheeling, rove?
And cover me in darkling spite?

Then thine humour penetrate,
Beleaguered fence around my heart,
Make the pupils, veins dilate,
As minds frolic, in mutual rapport,

The ****** diamond of my soul,
You sweetly, like a saint, restore,
Sees diamond as beauteous ornament,
Not a pawn of colonels war.

All that I am and that I know,
You fast revolutionised,
There is nowt I can do to show,
My thanks I have surmised.

To friends of me, I'm friends of them,
They stir the sorry heart,
My soul sits on God's diadem,
And gift of grace imparts.

Prithee tell me, O babe, of Love,
Of wonders that you see,
Veritable, a treasure trove?
Endless, as deepening sea?

Thine life as golden alms beget,
To us from all time,
Doth the pain of past abet,
Immortal in a rhyme,

Thy fearsome eyes blaze strong as sun,
I enrapt in view,
Like a leopard leap and run,
Spots an unusual hue,

How should I speak but true to thee,
Mistress of my passion,
Kindling my joy and glee,
Love, exquisite action.

In resplendent, fulsome, luscious verse,
She the bars of destiny rehearse,
Upon sweet trumpet, lyre of the Gods,
Fathoms deep the Greek upanishads,
Sings for moon, and bonny girl, and world,
Writes lightning words which hath fate sweet unfurled,
With passion in to the stratosphere, she, hurled.

Sublime her descant rings in metaphors,
Surely irresistible to adore,
A diligent and lovely little scribe,
Grafting hard to gift the reading tribe,
Shakespeare's sister, from a time before,
The invention of the modern era,
When wonder subsume to money, war.

Seized the thunderbolt and wield Zeus' fire,
Did the heroine who, dreamt, aspired,
And with it, she, like leopard, leapt and run,
In to horizons, and the setting sun,
Such zeal and zest seem fabled, but were true,
Though be it hard for mortal minds construe,
Her blood people's red not Prussian blue.

The titan of them all beget the flame,
From whence the passion bled, devotion came,
Yet fated to be condemned by old Zeus,
For giving sight of his gold fire to us,
Legendary yet you live to be,
You lived, felt love, were the highest tree,
Felled by cosmic judge, high, haughty.

Now if we are sum, then one we be,
Now if Heart choose kindred it is thee,
Now as magic crackles through the mind,
We, in love, activity refined,
All the saints and angels couldn't sing,
Of thine beauty, most cherishable of things,
Heavens trumpets, lyres couldn't play,
Justice to you, beauty of the day,
Not all the scribes of wizened, ancient times,
Could immortalise thy glory, grace in rhyme,
Nor the fires of heaven quick outshine,
The spark in you, that I want wed to mine,
Then as we be, let love rule,
So as we die, we do not fall

As always light is love then it is you,
As always wives love men then our love true,
As always rainbows tower over rain,
We destined to shine, our worries slain,
I cherish thee devoted to thy grin,
Suffice to make hearts throb, inspire sin,
My heart yearns such that fires couldn't rage,
As hard as her, betrothed for an age,
Your heart is such I could not mimic it,
Indulge its flights of fancy or its flits,
So while we are, let us to love obey,
So when we aren't, we live yet everyday

Good day, my friend, a Knight, of heaven, blessed,
Ambassador for hope in weary hearts,
With Beauty, grace and charm inspire best,
The flame of Love which doth worlds joy impart,
What strikes thee, strokes thy mind, which wanton thought?
What words held captive on thy knowing tongue?
Dare ask I, in mutual rapport,
Please tell me truth that's begging to be sung,
Which glories have thee since last meet to tell,
Have you lived, felt love, have you had fun?
Have you conjured heaven, fathomed hell?
Through the world with joy have you gay run?
Where have you flown? Touched rainbows? Swooped past moon?
Stood on heavens stairs, seen up to God?
Danced with angels bright from morn to noon,
Sight sublime on which poets swoon, applaud,
Art forever friend, I see thine joy,
As you run dreaming, seizing fast the day,
And must I add as to dream of your thoughts coy,
I entertain without doubt all the way,
That your mind has much to tell to me,
So relax, and open up your mind,
Could I know the meaning, from one as sage as thee?
Enamoured of love, activity refined.

N/A

The picket line stakes moral choice,
To raise and bring to life our voice,
To October! Fate sublime for mass,
Bread and peace for child and lass,
McWorkers tyranny abhor,
Know not cynicism of legal clause
That hath for age us with boss in war,
Like Trotskys reds we are folk uproar,
See how we clap for Trotsky's song,
Rings around the Earth, along.

They want them working twice as fast for half the pay,
So we fight twice as hard all night and day,
Could I have the words suffice to say,
The exquisite logic of the workers way,
Solidarity, love and peace,
Mental struggle duly cease,
Raising thoughts of care to pains release,
Painting up the town in raw cerise,
Ours to claim, a freedom true,
Revolution dwells in you.

A year and half of one cleft us true,
And so in wisdom I defer to you,
Decidedly of a maturer vein,
Knows in strength you weather lifes sad rains,
Tyrants clung to thee, vampires to light,
Didn't want to see your heart take flight,
But now thee to the gold horizon run,
With Gary, having fun, under the sun,
Politic and wise my sister she,
Is a creature of love and amity.

Her kindness is her arsenal, allure,
Represent a firey spirit pure,
An elegant soul, sweet and so demure,
Has a gift for literature and lore,
Sees the world through amazing aperture,
And in love of its beauty she uproar,
Steals away with hearts around the town,
In which seeds of affection duly shown,
To thee, my sister these enchanted lines,
Knowing thee I fathom love and soar divine.

Free spirit of the world who hath the fire,
With what bold mind do you strive to aspire?
To cast yoke off the oppressed Souls,
Whose dismay the righteous mind appeals,
Could I surmise thy beauty with a psalm,
Craft thy form with a Lover's palm,
I would entertain thee with a dram,
Encrypt a loving, gleeful telegram,
To amuse thy mind with mutual rapport,
Of coy messages in purest passion thought.

Could we begin the correspondence blessed?
Lately from Loves work I have digressed,
For being much encumbered by the dark,
Of shill who sent to **** my divine spark,
The devils wield their lacklustre lassoos,
To strangulate me, inflict suffering true,
To vanquish voice of mine, suppress it's truth,
Take away its power, force, forsooth,
But in thee I see redemption sure,
So with Psalms to thee I fast implore.

Ferry me to sweet and seismic shores,
Where music of the heart doth sweet uproar,
And waves of sheer delight kiss passions sands,
Feel the joy of flight while in thy hands,
On shores of heaven we would surely play,
Soothing, quelling, pacify dismay
Adding bright sweet spark to darkling day,
As demons, angels go upon their way,
On chariots, the angels, singing loud,
In a divine aura duly shroud.

Thou art a rainbow shine in spite of faith,
Art a sun blaze in spite of eyes embrace,
Its sure world good and good is surely true,
And world is more good for the life of you,
Thou art a beacon of hope and fertile joy,
Suffice to inspire rise and fall of troy,
War waged to capture beauty of the day,
Who doth inspire worship of the ray,
That emit soft sultry from your sun,
Blessed form through which God's fires run.

Soul of Universe, immortal creature,
Face adorned in soft enchanting features,
Unto you I faithful bestow bars,
Sing to you under the sprightly stars,
Walking on and on through space forever,
We'd see infinity of realms untouched by man's endeavour,
Spheres rotating for infinite hours,
Testifying to creations powers,
Borne aloft on wings golden, sublime,
We suppress, vanquish hell and transcend time.

Meditation hath betrayed to you,
Inspiration through which my mind flew,
No regret in which to struggle, rue,
As I enter golden sanctuary of you,
My heart turns to raw red from deadening blue,
For warmth of love the flowers plant there grew,
To truth which raptures us in throes I sing,
For luscious love, most cherish able of things,
I welcome the ascension that it brings,
And go racing round the earth with you in rings.

Plant flowers in the garden of my heart,
Make it happy smile and love impart,
Peace in which to hide, passion gestate,
Have me lust for life insatiate,
Sew the seeds throw bread for the birds,
Bring the people dancing in their herds,
To party raucous with the birds and bees,
The flowers in their rosy revelry,
You a seemly sight with watering tin,
Nurturing the light of life within,
The wild, wanton garden of my heart,
Make it happy smile and love impart.

I do not think that Life was gift to World,
To see Love's evolution quick unfurled,
By ****** Satanic hands suffice to maim,
Make of magic life a twisted game,
Could we, the people, be ever misled more,
Could we, defiant, rouse from sleep, uproar,
Humour not the devils at our door,
Blow horn for freedom on wizened, ancient tor,
The sky is jilted, jaded by their plan,
Cloaked in darkness is the sultry sun,
Love's destiny quelled by a myth of man,
Subsume to the beast since time begun,
But we discern our downfall, once the light,
Of God and angels, suffice to ignite,
Stokes all hearts to swoon, take freedoms flight,
Banishing cruel demons of the night,
Together we transform, transcend our pain,
Sing to Heaven Love's mutual refrain,
Take enchanted path unto the morn,
In which the babe of Peace is duly born.

Whilst you my friend, you now belong to sky,
Yet thy trumpet loud, pierces the day,
Thy sublime sentience suffice to claim,
Against which no pure soul would fight, take aim,
So hallowed are thine insights, thy sweet thoughts,
I ravish them in mutual rapport,
For their value no worldly recompense,
Only to be listened to with sense,
You rouse the children, wake the bards with sound,
Of kindly voice which rings the earth around,
Like birth of summer blistering surprise,
Beauteous and wondrous as thine eyes,
Thou always were, will be a blessing true,
For sacred profound fires run through you,
Wisdoms blossoms your words sweet beget,
Doth the pain of ****** heart abet,
I would accumulate them all my life,
Enamoured of thee like a lusting wife.

Oh, my flame, how did you come to doubt,
The light of you to which I am devout,
Be enamoured of faith a little more,
Trust your human hands have God's gift raw,
Dreaming is a gift given to all,
Imagination hath us rapt in thrall,
Its suppression the righteous mind appal,
Imagine the people, imagine them all,
Thy laurels and thy psalms are sweet devotions,
That stimulate my heart in loving motions,
Love to fathom pure and wide as oceans,
Transcends border, language and nation,
The real Beauty, not me, but people's tongue,
Through which dreams of freedom sweetly sung,
Forget not angels going in disguise,
The poor and sick, to them my lullabies.

I sing for the rebellion of Hearts,
Which the Earth's renewal duly starts,
Devoted, righteous, to equality,
A virtue gold, its magnanimity,
Sure outweighs the tyranny of lies,
Of pauper's plague, inferiorities,
A joyful revolution of the mass,
Is hungered for by this sweet, scribing lass.

With haste and alms went I to temple of Love,
Wherein consists veritable treasure trove,
Laid wreaths, scattered devotions all around,
Sewing purest blessings in the ground,
A haven sculpt for lost, beleaguered souls,
Hungry to connect with one and all,
Aphrodite's figure she compels,
Music which from spellbound spirit knells,
A line queues up with psalms suffice to praise,
The Beauty inside her which doth amaze,
Blessed to be touched by her rays,
Adds Beauty ever soft to darkling days.

A treatise on my Love, for swelling babe,
For whom through me God's inspiration rage,
Could I, the fool, ever come to see,
How one is made as beautiful as thee?
Saints and angels privy to that fact,
But I the eyes of Heaven surely lack,
So I guess it must be leap of faith,
To worship art that framed thy fragile face,
Imbued in it an aura of sweet grace,
Betraying Heart with life of Love apace,
Thou art a rainbow that sweet serenade the sky,
With coloured light where bonny angels fly,
Could I, the novice, paint thy vision true,
In a hue that does justice to you?
Gift me love, with your precious peace,
An angel painting my heart in cerise,
Raising thoughts of care to pains release,
And the barbs of misery stop, to be they cease,
I am amazed and stupefied in awe,
Of angels irresistible to adore,
With them one does never want for more,
But in ignorance for more we may implore.

A battle of life that crept up coy, by stealth,
Strove to banish spirits to bad health,
A deception to corrode devotion to the divine,
With myth that transcend, corrupt the arch of time,
Gods we were, we are, will be
Nothing to fear, all one God, free
Under the sun and the Bodhi tree
Our hearts steeped in Love and amity,
But lies sullied the self, deceive its worth,
But Love will be found even in Loves dearth,
Her wisdom deeper than the Earth,
Warming my heart the breadth of its girth,
The devil sent to consciousness ****,
I'll never be a devils shill,
But choose to live by wit and will,
Condemn their lies with questing quill,
It strikes me we should be hopeful,
For the peoples hearts are forever lustful,
For future unencumbered by cruel dictum,
Freedoms reality triumphs over tyrants fictions.

Whilst I was sat, indifferent, no care,
A golden aura drenched, suffused the air,
Behind me, felt the aura manifest,
Distinguished by its golden colour blessed,
An angel who'd sung woe for me, alack,
With gentle pressure rapped upon my back,
Showed divinest beauty of my words,
Said my poetry admit me to God's herd,
In time the angel said My name is John,
My cheeks flushed rosy, killed the pallor wan,
I could tell from his enchanted drawl,
The angel John had come from Liverpool,
Then he invited me upon his wings,
To meet the angels, listen how they sing,
Grafting for Peace, a team aspiring,
Rushing round the earth in golden rings,
The earthen angels with loves light enmeshed,
Their names were blake and Buddha and ganesh,
Shooting angel message like gods darts,
In to sad, beleaguered human hearts,
Then to meet archangels of the sky,
Chasing light where bonny angels fly,
Then to shiva, beaming, proud, supreme,
Painted with a pallet got from dream,
Then to cosmic churning, tuneful truth,
Knelled out sure with beauty rare forsooth,
To most of us the blessed truth, aloof,
But I listened, and wisdom I sure hath,
Beyond seismic ocean, something more,
A goddess, deva, Kali, beauty sure,
Against the demons in incessant war,
A goddess irresistible to adore,
She, the truest vision of myself,
Tis good I strove to fly to spirits health,
And trusted John to climb upon his wings,
For he I sing, most cherishable of things

Dear Father, in weeks past I posed and pained,
To paint thee verse in cerise, gorgeous red,
To communicate the clamour of affection,
To man more wizened, lordly than a scion,
Your words, I sense, as craft and choice as mine,
To honour human mouth and tongue divine,
To not with careless words apply the brine,
Round fragile heart which, unencumbered, shine,
To my mind you speak the solid truth,
A flame to all worlds slumbering souls aloof,
But truth in all your wisdom your discern,
Can see its flickering glow, feel raging burn,
We often cross our paths like two wee duck,
With amity with help from gods and luck,
But my own tongue knows only to defile,
When the vice of devilish vision snare and rile,
But with charity and patience you sweet wait,
Comforting with Buddha smile and gait,
Knowing truth of love in all hearts writ,
To child you hurled your heart, devoted it,
Indulged it's flights of fancy and it's fits,
For Love cannot be quick outsmart by wits,
Thy loving devotion I gratefully receive,
And in thy words find sweet my souls reprieve.

Dear Mother did you know that you beget,
A flower in my Heart that doth my pain abet,
Watering it for life with loving rain,
Soothing it with lullaby refrains,
Tending to its stems and to its soils,
In which it is with Loves light deep embroiled,
A seemly sight are you with watering can,
More qualified and skilled than any man,
To nourish the ****** diamond of my Heart,
For thine affections the gift of gorgeous grace impart,
Such a daughter never wants for more,
But may in ignorance for more implore,
Yet grateful am I for transcendental blossom,
Kindled in my mind for all your wisdom,
Your perfect care and sweetest charity,
That stokes the gift of love and amity,
When the sky collapse, with thunder bolts,
That strike upon my heart and give it welts,
Dear mother from her bedside duly raise,
To tend to me, and so I offer praise,
In worthy, sanguine, devoted Psalms,
For you mother a million alms,
And a hundred million drams,
Knows Love cannot be count in grams,
Dutiful and diligent on her way,
Dear Mother you assuage my dismay,
Be forever aura sent to heal,
Dear Mother, hear my Love, earnest appeal.

It proved too difficult to bear the pain,
Of Heart weathered by attack of lovelorn rain,
Ferried to a destination cruel,
That does the righteous mind offend, appall,
Betwixt the loves I probing, searching go,
Dreaming, rocking, swinging to and fro,
Turning rocks, upending flowers for hallowed sight,
Of Loves raw ruby adorned in beauteous light,
But searching was the stupid thing to do,
For it was inside my heart that gift from Love sweet grew,
Who can call it treasure that one finds,
It's indelible, an activity refined,
That kindles in the fiery, impassioned mind,
And sings borne aloft on zephyrs for kindred kind,
Still, from him, with tears I fragile went,
The hour of my passion duly spent,
An admonished and assailed little scribe,
Writing dutifully to gift the reading tribe,
With tales and treatises of loves lament,
Bereft of touch of gift that heaven sent,
His paeans snared a poet, caught my boot,
As I ran through fields of joy in gay cahoot,
But he caught me only to slay,
The prize, and hold her captive to the day,
And smite her with a smear that she doth stalk,
For him, angel sullied by lie he talks,
Except it's true I chase the light that flies,
After angels as they go singing in the skies,
I only ever wanted to be bathed,
In that aura, so after it I tread,
But I gave up, tired of the chase,
And his words suffice only to abase,
And his empty crying of abuse,
From the one that he saw fit to contuse,
I thought I'd never frolic once again,
Beleaguered of the whole ****** thing with men,
But at the moment I had given up,
Heaven sent loves chalice, luscious cup,
Chased by suitor, ravenous as pup,
Could hardly count my fortunes or my luck,
Native of Love's consulate, embassy,
Doth with earnest Heart appeal to me,
And now contrition outweighed by joy and glee,
And I want him the world to see,
Whilst dangled on my proud, devoted arm,
Enamoured of his beauty and his charm,
Doth outweigh the devil's pomp and smarm,
For which this sorry babe came to grievous harm,
But now sweet entreaties I again refine,
To feel and fathom love and soar divine.

And so I cried for Love, it's Love I cried,
In fathoms like an ocean pure and wide,
And who on Earth can, lucky, say they find,
The juicy pulp of Love, its fertile rind,
What laurels are there beautiful enough,
To crown Love's skies, paint them like Van Gogh,
It's as if a mystery to, sultry, spy,
Into truth of her priceless charity,
And so I ride Love's chariot, in to day,
And see saints and angels going on their way,
Weaving Love like golden, magic threads,
Between us going soft with gentle treads,
And who of us can say they've fathomed more,
Than Love, irresistible to adore,
Love a pure and rarest of all oceans,
For Love is life and life a sweet devotion,
And so I cried for Love, no treasure vain,
For passion's flower blossoms for Love's rain,
Who would forgo her tribulations, pains,
For Love without suffering fakes, it feigns,
To be a truism when it's known by all,
That to be lift by love one must first take tumble, fall,
Till Love's light shines, a beatitude hath us rapt in thrall,
Her dearth does the righteous mind appall,
But luscious Love does ever find its way,
To Hearts all charred and scarred by their dismay,
With her music in their hearts the saints uproar,
It's impossible to tell who's singing more,
Her Psalms and pieties to soul devote,
A blessed one never by Love smote,
For being the most ravishing of babes,
Not dark could sully him, nor ravages of age.

War is suffice for security
Unto the richest men
But only Libertine prevails
To start the world again

War deceives and says the pivot
Of diplomacy is knives and guns
Where epitome of justice
Is flower of peace under the sun

War is impotent next to peace
Where freedom is apace
But ignorance defends itself
For fear of losing face

War just means enrichment
Beget by blood and tyranny
But I have become a dissident
Oh freedom carry me

I was born - to be alive
Born to dare - born to strive  
Be to the lust of life a wife
Transcend - suffering - strife

I was beget - to sparkling day
A little luscious babe - at play
Going - enchanted way
As I wield spirits keys

The Sovereignty of Consciousness
Is scarcely attained
By path of self righteousness
Ego above all else raised
Freedom of the mind consist
In passionately selfless domain
Doth the whims of vice resist
Indulge Love's mutual refrain

I hail thee in sweet salutations
That serenade thy soul
Fathom you in divinations
That conjure and enthrall
Through medium of Music
Your mesmerising Beauty sings
Like a bonny Rainbow
An infinity in rings

When I - broken - lovelorn
One spirit fractured - bleak
I chanced - upon an art form
Your words in fact unique
Hallowed dance - of kindred hearts
I devoutly seek
Should we frolic - arm in arm
From my slumber - I'll awake

The Nature of your Genius
Consists in - way - you see
Understanding - to expand
Life's coy mystery

You are wild and beautiful
Like a tiger - burning bright
Like aurora borealis
A light that fortifies the night
You - immortal - sublime
Like a fierce feeling - Love
I hail thee - in sweet salutations
Rings around - above

Good luck - and bliss - forever more
To you - I earnest wish
May Life endow you with infinite joy
May we vow devout to never make war
For being blessed by Love's indelible ray
Perhaps - you'd care - to adorn my arm
As we saunter away
Enamoured of thy Beauty - charm
Lay - sweet companion - lay

During the days of Peace and Love
Music charmed the Heart - it moved
Passionate spirits roamed - roved
Nobody had a point to prove
During the days of Peace and Love
All prayed - in their dismay
To mercy - pity - from above
Wishing - for fortified day

Quietly I packed - and went -
Intent - on seeing more
Defiant - I with my sack sent
Myself - flying - out the door
To chase thee - to the ends - of Earth
Would be - a dandy thing
We'd sun ourselves - forever
Where kindred Hearts - are King

If I could - I'd take all time
To immortalise thy grace - in rhyme
If I could - I'd traverse Earth
To seize thy Heart for immutable worth
If I could - I'd raise my voice
In your sublime touch rejoice
But I cannot - our Hearts not wed
That callous smear of what you said

If you would - would you give care?
Shroud me in a loving air
If you would - would you too sing
For us! Most cherishable of things
If you would, would you give
Let me in your generosity live
But you would not - for do you care?
For Heart! And what consists in there

I think we ought to go away,
Soar, take flight in brighter day

Real - is Fantasy
Dreams - fathom - the True
Fact - is Poesy -
Science - a Religion - too
Rainbow hues - one light
Touch - indelible
Peace - sublime theatrics
Like Chinese fireworks

My magic ray of Heaven
For eternity devote
To the plight of glorious light
Which spreads in beams and motes

He sauntered in to vision
An unusual hue
Messages succinct, concision
Was medium of gods word true

He works for shiva, not Abraham
So don't get all confused
It's a pluralist democracy of souls
In heaven, towards which I cruised

He complemented poetry
Which I had, amused, written
He called me literary kitten
Of which he was most smitten!

How could I resist that charm
Tis becoming to a babe
Not all the dark could sully him
Nor ravages of age

Those who will him harm
Will only create their own decay
Watch us fly, in enchanted sky
As we weave and wend in brighter day

You make me weep with inspiration for the future
Kindling most gracious, refined aspects of souls nature
That instinct for a fearless future freed
Unencumbered by tyrants dictums wantonly decreed
Devils decidedly a slumbering breed
Who indulge only in darkling deed
To hurtful aims of lesser, callous soul devote
A sight which Mary saw and smote
Ferrying light to luscious babe
Through whom gods inspiration rage
You can throw dirt at us for an age
But we will wallow sublime, reading off hippie page
Fake heathens think they know the score
But they know not John's wild heart is irresistible to adore
Have they sense they would to John implore
For forgiveness, having ended their puppet wars

He scatters seeds in hearts hungry for
end of puppet war, pure hearts rapt in awe
of all joy that he aspires to
In him divinest fires brew

His method, peaceful politic
Doth shame the spiteful spirit traitor
Whose only role is heavens hater
Toodaloo, Satan, see ya later

This man, he never left the earth
Warms hearing hearts the breadth of her girth
Tyrants dictums have no worth
Love will be found even in Love's dearth

Tyrant can make all the coy allusions he want
They are powerless for John shows child purest font
He sublime sings to bright bells of God,
All at one, under the sun, with the Angel squad