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

Protector puts my Heart in good health,
Sweet guardian of the celestial South,
His art adorned by bright blue sparks,
Which spells God's name across the stars,
Blessing with divinest light,
In which our souls ascend, take flight,
Michael's music is for the children,
Born in God's celestial cauldron.

Who’s there? Who’s there upon my stair?
The stench of fear is in the air
My heart wilts, with thy glide
That eerie repose in thy stride
Past the Rose’s revelry
Under Bird’s sweet artistry
With scythe and sceptre at his side
That eerie repose in his stride
Through the door, in the house
A creak, a stir, I start to rouse
Affront by ghastly hooded shadow
For which great men are weeping widow
These fears must be confusing
Viewed from the outside
Borne aloft on potent waves
Of emotions tides
I struggle against delusions
Surrender all control
Drowning in the waters
As the cold enters my soul
My moods must be confusing
And it must be cruel to see
A soul become a captive
To pain and misery

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

I wouldn't be a prophet,
For the future is not a real thing,
I transcend time in sound sublime,
When I let it be and creation sing.

Amidst an aura, divinest vision
Rendered with sublime precision,
Invites me to peer, enchanting sight,
Consists in his immortal glow an eternal delight,
Heart fluttering in time with mine,
Communicating in universal rhyme,
A magnificent array of colour,
Ripples through his enveloping aura,
Imbued with light that permeates all time.

The sublime hippie makes the heart gestate,
Makes my spirit feel elate,
I want my heart to waltz with his,
In to kingdom of Passion's bliss,
Upon the shores we'd frolic, play,
Soothing, quelling fear, dismay,
With him I am engorged on bliss,
Touched by the light of luck's kiss,
All throughout the day.

O Angel, Angel, they doubt thy truth,
A kind of beauty rare, forsooth,
But rainbows shine in spite of faith,
Suns blaze in spite of eyes embrace,
The world is good (and good is true),
And more good for the life of you,
You are a beacon of hope and joy,
Could inspire the rise and fall of troy,
With heaven's light imbued.

The sunrise is a symphony
Its cadences birdsong
Conveys a cosmic harmony
That rings around the earth, along

An affinity to complicity -
A stain and soil beget -
Silence upon inflictions -
Sullies spirit -
Complacency's conurbation -
Silence considered virtue - asset
But care ought to be given with no ration -
Or else hearts would not meet -

The shuttle going in to space
Is intelligence incarnate
The apotheosis of the human race
A quest for knowledge insatiate

Incredible to think that Man
Was placed on the Moon by thought
An answer generates more questions
For which more answers are sought

The truest dream which came to me
Came violent and supreme
A lucid dream upon a beam
One without a seam

Drenched in golden aura
A goddess came to play
Dancing wild, by this meek child
Before the rays of day  

Before I could embrace her
She winked and disappeared
The elephantine goddess
For whom I had revered

Of her I am enamoured
Of her I've grown quite fond
The fire in my art she is
Stoking divinest bond

The leaves begun to blanket ground
As Summer yields to Fall
Earth burnished orange all around
A searing sight to feast the soul
Betwixt the trees with low fruits ripe
Phantom looms, divine apparition
Its spirit blooms, snares with a pipe
O blooming flower of my vision
To and fro the spirit glides
Haunting, enchanting night
Two lights collide, and come inside
Orbiting in delight
     My revenge on arrogant fool, magic song
     That stands above the fool's average throng

The time is now to listen
To the word of ancient gods
Midst broken, battered souls goes the light
Between them it patiently plods
Imploring them with light of truth
Which dwells in interstices
The realisation will quell and soothe
The scars of spirit's vices
Hand in hand goes God and Love
Touching with its fire
That strikes like bolt from above
Infusing with desire
    Striving towards the truth we go
    Dreaming, rocking to and fro

Beauty, you are a symbol of Good, Grace and Gifts
You swell like a sea with unfathomable treasure
The music of you I hear poured from the rift
Of Heaven, a song of illimitable pleasure

In your essence I want to wallow
It'd be a wonderful world to behold
The logic of your truth I want to follow
For it's glistening in gold

I want to keep you in mind and beside me
Surrounded by one so wild and free
Labouring to create the future, manifesting destiny
Singing of love locquaciously

Music is the dream
Of World abloom with song
Consciousness of Peace
As Nature riot in the throng
Imagined by the Heart
Beacon of delight
Far outshine the stars
Incessant motion! In the night
An opera, a ballad
Descant of the noon
The opera evolution
Ballad birdies' croon
Sonata of the summer
Sunrise writes the score
Pure as hymns of Sunday
Tell of a pious war

The Rebel as an Artist
Isn't oft appreciated
But in the labour of her creation
Consists marvel created
By pained triangulations
Of the form of image
The artist is a sorceress and magician
For she makes real a mirage
She paints so exquisite it could move stone hearts
To melt, to be moved to tears
In her art, flies magic darts
And immortal grace appears
The rebel as an artist
Swings the hearts keys
She has the knack to wield a work
That can treat and taunt and tease

I have a little secret joy
Most coveted of treasures
Consists in it my happiness
A plethora of pleasures

My little secret joy is Love
Its divine Philosophy
The simple sum of kindred souls
Sweet Serendipity

The sky bursts in to catherine wheels of molten colour;
The moon ascends to her celestial throne;
And stars sprinkled like diamonds on nature's diadem
As the city slept, oblivious of splendour.

I'd love the stars to saunter near
And show us how they shine
Expanding and cascading bright
In shower of sparks divine
In flux of sultry Supernovas
Consists Nature's theatrics
Crackling fearsome, majestically
Like Chinese fireworks
If they'd come a little nearer
I'd behold them awed by splendour
Probably with a little tear
For their being so cosmically rendered
     O sweet and sensuous cosmic fires
     We honour you on lofty lyres

Peace in life living; people the all imagine
Grove of gold, I walk softly to
Be strength to hide in as fierce rain
See how we go dreaming rocking to and fro

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.

Slander me thus: that I know not love,
A truth wherein I am ignorant,
As if I chase a paradise, elusive, above,
My knowledge of her paltry, scant.
That I have too often been enamoured of superfluous passion,
Above deepest desire, is a view I can support,
But I too am capable of Heart's exquisite action,
I call that mutual rapport,
Which is a truth to which I am enamoured, devote,
Thy accusations do not sully my bliss,
Why my passion you chose to smote?
But I still know the light of luck's kiss.
    My sweet entreaties? Still thine.
    Though you're wrong; in Love I soar divine.

The world turns bright, it's Summer's height
I lie restless on the grass and play
As Sun's fierce light, in cosmic flight
Inspire worship of the ray.

I made my breakfast - Drank my tea
And visited the woods
The spirits came out to meet me
Trespasser in their neighbourhood

They are most mischievous
Purveyors of divinest fun
You feel for having felt them
That you've been touched by Sun

Dwelling beyond my senses
Living imperceptibly
They lure me with their music
That knells out heavenly

Compassion is accentuated by the prism of Love
The beauty of her touch a real stark shock
So please, Love, upon these feelings rove
And with silken hand at my heart knock

Show me the spectrum of human emotion
Show me the manifesting dance of bliss
Show me the meaning of pure devotion
Show me how to yield to passion's kiss

Once we agree to go that perfect path
We win at the Heart's vocation
Fixing our souls in the aftermath of Hell
With fine and exquisite action

It was a little playful,
That coy and brooding look,
So I can be forgiven,
For having quick mistook,

The ****** of your intentions,
I hadn't an explanation lent,
I'm always mistaking friendly gestures,
For amorous intent.

They say the Truth will set you free
And banish you from dream
The Truth strikes ceremonious
In to cave like sunbeam

Truth is symbolic of the quest
To honour what is real
In her name the Drs assemble
Defend her and appeal

But beware for sham chicanery
Can masquerade as truth
Advancing over Reason
On brash and brazen hoof

Beautiful she is, I know
But not all that's sold as Truth can be trusted
They tarnish her name with their games
And throw a stone at justice

Come hither Cupid - little babe
And raise thy bonny bow
Penetrating swiftly
Let it through me go
Come slither Love - magic mood
And incept thy seed in me
Blossoming, beau, I am wooed
By warmth of Love's eternity

Hearts are pure, at their first beat
Resplendence in that thing
For Love, for Peace, for Heaven
Their Beauty eternal sing

The Nightingale her magic makes
And places it inside
The hollow chambers of the Heart
Where Passion goes to hide
That sounds could knell out sweet as this
My parched spirit sings
Electricity is the medium
For those whose music rings

Each one of them to Love's light devote,
Haunt realms from whence the Devil was smote,
By caring, concerned, superior hand,
That works magic on distant shore and sand,
Floating souls to God's shore like little boats,
That bob upon Love's ocean, float,
Waving magician's wanton wand,
They reveal the world as in Love's plan.

Oh, life is as a song
Now that you’ve arrived
And whoever your amazing beauty
Chiselled, sculpt, contrive
That finer mind nor sweeter heart
Couldn’t be by heaven conceived
While I lament the years sore spent
By men wont to deceive

Methinks it's time I laid this to rest
And put my pain to passed
But still the anguish of my distress
Was elongated for being outcast
For in Love I have no dignity
And in Love I have no control
Just know the words that slighted you
Came from insecure and troubled soul
Confined to affliction of self-inflicted doom
I have no option but to beg in prayer
Weaving at my spirit's loom
To patch up, fix, repair
    Methinks it's time I laid this to rest
    And try once more to be my best

One afternoon we went out to the river banks,
Adorned with paper and pen beside our flanks,
And we sat and wrote a river song,
That rung around the Earth, up and along
And opened our minds to shimmering sound,
Of tides' caress, which stroke parched ground,
We all dropped sticks in to the stream,
Who'd come first: we'd bet and dream.

Though I am from Nature alienated,
In River's play my Heart gestated,
Power suffice to create electricity,
But peace enough to find serendipity,
The River with Earth's light imbued,
Nurtures our soils and grows our food,
Without her we would be bereft,
Of life, of love, with nothing left.

the natural rhythm and flow of life
runs contrary to suffering, strife
those who cheered my spirit's bars
appear to me as cruellest tsars
in my mind i've come to realise
that i've been living deep in lies
the glorious truth to me is told
in cosmic joke, it is ******* gold

It's lust - like a lassoo
An ancient bond- that ties
Accentuates - Love - beautiful
And above and beyond - what's normal
Flustered- as Rabbit

Hearts- when the spark -
Stoke the Soul - fledgling, true -
A flame - devoid of care -
Unto - a mocking audience -
It begs for air

There was a haunt - at my house -
The beasties came and went -
Put my self in bad health -
A heart dead before spent -
The jaunt did **** a spirit -
From whence the passion bled -
Lover don't go near it -
Cause it killed me long ago in my head -
There was a haunt - at my house -
I scribed demented on the walls -
But my squeal the mystery reveal -
Like apples in the fall -

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

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.

Love is a perfect work of art

Coveted, a priceless artefact

That represents the spirit of the Heart

Which finds revelry in Passion's fact

The birth of Love is a moment of beatitudes

Where ten thousand suns blaze on in song

That light the sky of Heart's latitudes

Where Divinity resides on horizon along

And so cherishable ardour blesses me

Borne aloft to my cosmic destiny

By human Passion pure and free

I am enraptured in blisses too divine to vocalise
When I am there, I feel the spark of the world
Which far outweighs any material prize
In my heart, adoration and affection swirls

Let me dwell in the imperceptible, beyond the well worn track
In thickets wild, unkempt and overgrown
And for communing with bliss, let me get the knack
Revealing multitudes of visions unknown

World is waking to go wild upon the call of Love
Love is magnificent, manifest and plural as galaxies
Those miracles written on the sky above
That envelop us in the Universal majesty

I drifted in a dream
Beyond this mortal realm
A vision bright, supreme
Of goddess at worlds' helm
No day more true or good
As one gave me her Truth
A Heaven in a flood
With Beauty rare forsooth
I'd climb every mountain
To find her once again
Drinking at the fountain
Of sublime, cherished friend
No mortal illusion anymore
I walk softly to God's golden grove
Decipher the Heart's mysteries
Knowledge true on which spirit rove

Devote words of thanks, passionate Psalms
Suffice to be sung, bearing high, drams
As, touching rainbow, we odyssey climb
And doth the gorgeousness of grace sweet mime
Ardour fills praise I sing to thee and world
Tune doth waltz and pirouette forever
In realms untrod, untouched by man's endeavour
See the path of nature sweet unfurled

It burned - and burned -
That fulsome spark - of luscious red
It churned - and churned
Illustrious from spirit whence it ebbed

It grew - and grew
As nurtured - fed
It struck and sparked
A riot in my head

O flame - bid thee
Eternal life
To you - and only you
I'm wife

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.

Subordinate only to scholarship
I make a devout plea
To be ordained in mystery
Distil stunning sense from history
Subsumed only in passion
For the righteous truth
I find love, that hallowed action
With Beauty rare forsooth

The Angel - always cared -
Never left - like absentee -
Reveals thine Heart as in Love's plan -
Blesses grace to thee.

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

If I could I'd hide myself within the heart
You wear on your lapel
You, in a moment, would feel love,
A feeling deep as wells.
I hide myself within the heart,
You wear on your lapel,
But fading, ever fading soft,
In my box off to the chapel.

Chase the winds and follow,
Where those bonny breezes fly,
Like a homing pigeon,
Accustomed to the sky.
The wet, cold days will soon give way,
To brighter ones as Spring,
Metamorphoses to Summer,
When flora and fauna are King.
The Sun's a fiery sermon,
Precious Truth in it,
Giver of life,
Earth alit.