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

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

At Noon I went out to see the theatrics of nature
Like a beau blooming babe, she swelled and shone
I was utterly enchanted by the mezmerizing creature
Ascended to her resplendent throne

Can I ask, earthly mistress, to feel thy touch?
To sense the smooth of your hands 'gainst my skin
It would charm me, and I'd cherish it very much
Were I to know something of Earth as kin

Embrace my libations at thy earnest altar
And drench me in your ancient blisses
In your enveloping care I never faltar
That's why I crave your tender kisses

Drunk on my heart's music,
I live, fated to sing,
A riot most illustrious,
Borne aloft on Heaven's wing,

But a mad and melancholy dirge,
Entered my refrain,
When you trod softly, ever softly going,
With gun, across my brain

Through time, through space, a thread of love
Its totem, enchanted turtle dove
The pure perfection of the spheres
At which the humble spirit peers
As they survey the world above

The world of Gods is ever near
Making miracles appear
Music from the angel's heart
Fills eternity, no end, no start

For Heaven is a work of art
In which all souls play a part
The cosmic music emanates
To Earth from heavenly estate
And dissolves the cold ramparts

Through Dharma I see a path unfurled,
In to the Beauty of the world,
The Heart to righteousness aligned,
Leads to fulsome, fruitful mind.

O Muse, thou art a maker of tireless melody,
Who with thine scintillating passion maketh my own less illustrious,
Thou art the source of - yet anodyne to - my tender malady,
For thine assiduous affections I have clamoured industrious.
Should your song run dry and run out of harmony,
And the coda finally end,
You truth will be nevertheless understood for thy cosmic symphony,
A truth that Heaven dare not forfend.
O let my lust be reciprocal,
Or my own Heart's strength will decay,
Upon thee I have been attentive, focal,
For hope that thine Heart could assuage my dismay.
    Yet away with me, I hear you say,
    Administering poison in the fifth act of the play.

Bewildering, a torrent rages,
Inbetween the bone cages,
Of my heavy head and empty chest,
I yearn for those rare moments I appreciate I'm blessed,
Instead of chasing meanings,
Threading together conspiracies,
The greatest conspiracy,
That you may be cruel,
I'm not that much of a fool though,
To really think that for too long
But just long enough
That hell breaks loose

Because for you in Love I scribed,
     And now I chastened lie,
A bitter Truth I have imbibed;
    Of how hearts come to die.
For metaphor of Love I yearned,
It's kin to stars' bright, zesty burn.

But don't be fooled to think that I,
    Devote all I hath writ to you,
For man who stamps on butterfly,
    Is not the one to woo.
I am a poet, touched by joy,
There will be another boy.

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 am myself the bride of doom
Betrothed to the dark
Orchids in my heart abloom
My spirit wears the mark

But ready am I for the light
Unless I it has forgot
Waiting for my spirit's flight
Out of the rancid rot

And me - I know my destiny,
I heard it whispered soft,
A revelation in the mind,
On Love's light borne aloft.
The mind - astound - had queried it,
And asked out once again,
Is it true, that say you,
I write with Shakespeare's pen?
I went with words, went with wits,
To conjure wanton worlds,
Alight for the truth cross my mind writ,
Peace, at last, in my 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

Rather than scars
My Heart has a freckle
For each and every love
That has consumed me

The wise are more sparse than they were
The chains of ignorance
Weigh down upon beleaguered world
And hubris, arrogance

But Knowledge shall liberate the minds
Under tyrant’s spell
His miserable plans would be at home
In the catacombs of hell

On Angels wings the children go,
O'er horizons, touching rainbows,
Soaring, sauntering, in the sky,
Going e'er gracefully by,
Light raining down like snow.

They are the babes, in days gone by,
They saw the sunset in the sky,
Lived, felt love, and now they lie,
Where daises dwell and grow.

But in Heaven they jump and run,
O'er it's valleys, under its sun,
God's truth be theirs, they wave it proud,
Sung in song that's long and loud,
A truth for everyone.

I wonder - do I count at all?
Or am I just a speck
On the infinite tapestry of the universe
In longitudes outstretched

For looking in one could be forgiven
For centering the self
But such a vain obsession
Will put thee in bad health

Be looking outwards to receive
The beauty of the world
Dwelling within Nature's show
Her majesty unfurled

These things I feel: that love is pure
One’s Heart the muscle of prayer
Love’s chambers behind Heaven’s door
Benevolent spirit dwells in there

These things I see: the dancing wilds
Faeries with bells and feathers on
A sanctuary for the inner child
Down valleys, in rivers run

These things I hear: the baby birds
Whose music never dies
Who sing rather than do the verbs
Voice deeper than the skies

These things I smell: freedom’s air
Liberty for all
Peace, the mistress who end despair
And dissolve oppression’s wall

These things I taste: the kiss of sun
Passionate fire of celestial disc
Through which the cosmic fires run
For which Icarus pledged risk

These things I know: that life is love
That nature is a hymn
Sung to flights of angels
Those glorious cherubim

In the carnival of time, worlds are abloom

Stars blaze on in song in the cosmic jamboree

A revelry to raise the spirit, stoke the soul

And fill the heart with sparks and glee

How do I fathom a rainbow?
Dreaming, rocking to and fro?
We are the bards, see how we go,
Our path takes us high and low

Do I dissect its composite colours like Newton,
Captured in a noble prism, sounds similar to prison
Or do I reverently give gratitude that it is available to my perception
And a raging furious blaze, symbol of life's circular direction

The truth of bows iridescent beauty hath rapt us in throe
The torch of nature liberated from lordly grip be ours to hold
In streams of dreams and fires of gold
Sat beneath the cosmic arch brooding in desire and woe

As you went, dear, as you went
My heart became a little lost
I didn't realise Love had cost
But now it haunts me as if Ghost
As you went, dear, as you went

As you went, dear, as you went
I danced alone in sullied mood
You inspired Love, yet feelings crude
Upon my peace, you intrude
As you went, dear, as you went

As you went, dear, as you went
There was a dirge, in my brain
A mad and melancholy refrain
I lust and long for Love again
As you went, dear, as you went

At font of time with chalice pure
A boy irresistible to adore
Distills wisdom for his lyre
Could be sung to Buddha's pyre
For lust for peace never expire
So deep in us the cosmic fire
I sing to the stars to them smile
Dreaming of heaven just for a while
He hurled his heart devoted it
Showed his soul and bore what's there
Truth of Love cross visceral chambers writ
He has nothing left to declare

The Earth revolves because of Love
Like a blessed turtle dove
The cruelty of the overlords
Crushed by native Love of hordes
Their master plan, their evil whims Relegated by seraphims
The world is love, love is the world
A cosmic destiny unfurled

The rulers of this realm, they wisdom lack
Their auras cold, of obsidian black
Never have they treat with pity
The underclasses of the city
When their tyranny resolved
As species we will grow, evolve
True democracy will take their place
Serving lessons in solidarity and grace

Let the critics tear me down
I am a wall they will not drown
A darling moon their hate cloak not
Pearly smile to jade their frown
My truth blooms whilst their lies rot
Weeds of evil by hatred sown
A ghost of friends torment my cot
But lies do not rule our good town

My heart is heavy, hunted, hung
It shatters in my broken breast
From which a bitter dirge is sung
Of sorrows to outrank the rest
I strain my brow as reaper comes
No paradise in life or death
Just the haunt of devils drums
O Jesus save my breath

I beg of you to let me go
I fear of us we'll come to harm
Although I know your spirit warm
And deep, endearing your charm

Instead, my dear, I beg of you
To let me fly with my sisters
Who'll quell and soothe my spirit's blisters
With balm of Love, passion's mixture

You're blessing but you see me cynical
Cast ghosts on me, that make me cold
The judgement my mind appalled
As if I had been cut down, felled

Bestow the act of greatest kindness
And sever the yoke around my Heart
Let me, curious, depart
And my future start

I loved him, and I live to tell
That I soared angelic and fathomed hell
Musing on my Love
And now I am most different
For that feeling most magnificent
On which I roved

And now I'm banished from his care
It was perfect to dwell in there
To be brushed by generosity
But he's baffled by my moods
And my foulest words, so crude
And we're destined to dwell in animosity

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

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

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

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 wield a magic hardly felt
By Heads too cynical to see
My soul's flight - its dappled light
And stunning revelry

Insatiate of life - am I
And drunkard of the fire
Raging through the veins of creatures
Till they die - expire

When wizards who are self-elect
As opposed to those who learn
Only yield to magic flame
To maul - maim - burn

I haughty cackle shriek and laugh
For their ignorance
At my enchanted trance
Most illustrious dance

Blessed Mother, Lady of my Love,
Align my deeds to path of Heart,
Your light more regal than the Sun,
Through which the cosmic fires run,
Thy Heart so generously given,
From the caring hand of Heaven,
So you can shine down to bless us all,
Saving every straggling soul,
Guiding me on this perilous journey,
You are my wandering spirit's entreaty.

God, put reason asunder,
Hark at the skies and yield to their thunder,
Barb our hearts with the fire of madness,
Let them be touched by joy and sadness,
Beyond safe, stony sanity hides the cosmic field,
Where passion reigns and passion yields,
Where God's fire fills the heart with sparks,
And burns away the cobwebs of reason.

Gold leaves, wisdom's currency
Meditation quickens their drift
Scattered fierce and flung far burnished
Bright in streams and dreams
We toss them in sacral fire
Their ashes incense carrying
Our hopes, yield to deeds
As we commit our element
Fire; peering in a soul embarks
On a quest to find its passion
An art adorned by lightning sparks
That make of peace an earth an oath
Hearts as kin in inviolate pact
To cry for love and so I it's love I cried
In fathoms like an ocean pure and wide
That from unchained heart liberal bleed
All hope for all souls to be freed
The innate tongue of the loving tribe
Whose intuitive passion I strive to scribe
Beneath the fulsome crescent moon
A pearl encroached by rubber treads
Yet still her wisdom
Like leaf gold,
Eternal, bold,
Truth can't be clocked and sold
But through time to sages yield
For the planes of magic they have tilled.

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

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

My roots consist in freedom
Not in tyrants whim
Only a true warrior can lead them
Righteous cherubim
Indigenous to all the earth
Going ever softly, ever soft
Warming my heart the breadth of its girth
By loves light borne aloft

I know it - vain - to plead for Love
When others - more bereft of it
But on darkling thought - I rove
That Love is leaking away - in bits
For my masochistic moods
Manufactures mundane misery
The burden - of contrition
Outweighs my joy and glee
All see my misdemeanours
And call out - angrily
But I do not seek attention
It's you who chose seeing me

Warmth - of my affection - shows
A little luscious flame - glows
Will not be - by cynic - repressed
My flame effulgent - blessed
That fine - dazzling display -
Spirit's theatrics -
Crackling - majestic -
Like Chinese fireworks -
On shores of Heaven - I play -
Swagger on a word -
Though I met angel today -
I knew in my heart I was one of his herd -

Come fly deep in the night dear friend
For the bright stars gold, they whirl, sweet fly
Come fly deep in the night dear friend
For I am here, with guardians of the sky

And the worlds of wonders here: no end

Like the glow of the angel as she goes by

Come, for a zephyr of heaven moves
And the planet of Bliss is on high
Beginning to stir with the light that I love
On a bed of stars in the sky
Beginning to stir with the light all souls love
That returns bright, ever bright even after it dies

I say to you friend, “The cosmic bliss
Is eternity shown to a friend
Flown upon wings God bless with kiss
His generosity without end”
Come, you too will flower as Rose
Like the angels you see on your way my friend

Your pure heart is the only completely true object.
I long to plant a flower in it,
Watch the beau blooming beauty
In high regard -
Sparks of passion, astir in my gut,
Blazing

Fury without direction,
Fierce the luscious hues
And hot

This nebulous,
Cloud of stardust, this bright
Thunderstorm of Love.

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

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

Ought my mind to stop in pain
Stupefied by barbs of lover of past time
I pray thee sing lullaby refrain
Ferry Heart to sultry, starry climes
Dreaming? Rock me to and fro
Saunter, simmer, Beauty mime
With you I'm forever seizing rainbow
When life denude of reason, being rhyme
Would my mood plummet, gray stone-cast
Bereft of cosmic flow of Love
Would you hoist passion to the mast
Walk softly to that golden grove
Antagonist of pure passion cast
In truest romance of the soul
Which isolate us in inviolate bond
Yet connect with eternity, one and all

Should my senses shatter, die
Encumbered by manacles that creep by stealth
Accompany the Lion's cry
Of deeds misdone when in bad health
It's rank hypocrisy to implore me see
And understand when there is dearth
Of ones own insight in to menagerie
Of me! I have insight enough, nay, in wealth!
Blooms, gestates, in girdling girth
Flowers of dignity be mine to hold
In streams of dreams and forest of gold
Bad rendered one D me versus my passion manifold
Lennon's mirror to Kali beat King Leopold.

Hope is John's middle name
Love his golden, sublime creed
Peace the light because of which his wings became
Doing dreams and divinest deeds

Charity his only philosophy
Philosophy his only motive
Kind wisdom his immortal trophy
On which young minds for generations rove

Freedom his tooting trumpet
Justice his scintillating song
Of Reason, a gregarious guru
Who sings to the tantalised throng

Leaping at horizon the bonny Leopard
Is a rebel from the Heart outwards

I know you are an angel now,
I know you rest beyond,
But time can never bludgeon love,
Or make a bond less fond,
Angel is a fate that fits you well,
I wonder if you're resting there,
Laughing loud and cursing hell,
Chatting, smoking on your chair,

But, I think, you will not cease,
You will not stop or rest,
Till you see your kin at peace,
So with your light we're blessed
Among us you go with gentle treads,
Healing us with loving light,
Weaving golden magic threads,
So our souls may take flight.

Even though we're separated,
And are not, in body, together,
By sending us God's messages,
To guide us through the day,
So we can be strong, going on our way,
In Love we are one forever.

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.

The world without you in it
Is pain too fierce to bear
Missing the core part of my soul
When I wake and you're not there

My eyes whirl glad, rapt in awe
Upon that darling rose of may
That budding sweet beyond my door
Doth **** the troubles away
Its beauty ever subtle, mock
Tyrants cruel and ugly hand
Cruel contrive to condemn the clock
But Rose in bud on oppressed sand
At noon, a sight on which to swoon!
Poet wooed, she deem
This Rose be no mere mortal bud
But Nature's crown craft by Gods dream

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