Verse 1:

Do you ever pause to realise how half the world's asleep
Do you deny the facts about the beast that makes my sweet lord weep
Do you march to the beat of dark masters who mesmerise us fools with powerful illusions
Or do you bang revolutions drum, free from mass psychosis, societal delusions
Do you think we have the time left to save the world from ruin
Do you feel compelled to noble fight to preserve the heaven you and your friends grew in
Do you feel ready to regain control of your thoughts, restore your mind's sovereignty
Do you see right through the mystery of history thwart with lies of plenty

Chorus:

Do you remember the spark inside your heart
Do you remember how they killed it
Do you remember them tearing it apart
Do you comprehend how they coldly willed it
Do you want to vibe with me tonight
Do you want me to reveal what's real and true
Do you want the lies and games to fight
Or do you choose to them to stick like glue

Verse 2:

Do you want to rub the horseshit off of your beleaguered soul's fine jewel
Do you want to shine, dazzling, divine, despite and to spite the rule of the cruel
Do you want to personify love, a blessing, crystallised in mortal, corporeal form
Do you, arms akimbo, embrace the healing light, so white, so calm, so warm
Do you crave authentic connection this world is lacking
Do you fear for the ones the deep state is tracking
Do you feel overjoyed to realise the cosmos resists the grip of control
Do you rejoice in that truth for it works to salvage our consciousness and make it whole

Chorus:

Do you remember the spark inside your heart
Do you remember how they killed it
Do you remember them tearing it apart
Do you comprehend how they coldly willed it
Do you want to vibe with me tonight
Do you want me to reveal what's real and true
Do you want the lies and games to fight
Or do you choose to them to stick like glue

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.

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.

A majestic empress worthy of laurels
Whom is so low to subsume her in quarrels?
A quirky light that guide me through
The pains I feel that my depression grew

The Heart's her realm, its magic she
Commands in rosy revelry
Gone with the faeries in nature's trance
Enamoured of heavenly romance

I stand in relation to the bars
Love raised behind green eyes
Love wanton was my only cause
Not to map divide her skies
But stealthily the prison walls
Block paradise as it flies
Whose tyranny the mind appals
One heart of light surmise

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

Hark! An Angel calls my name,
In time he'll say "My name is John,"
His vision set my sight aflame,
He sings more beautifully than anyone,
Going with tender, gentle treads,
The sentience and countenance sublime,
Weaving golden, magic threads,
That imbue our souls with sheen divine.
Towards what destination does he go,
Piping songs of pleasantries,
Dancing over valleys, climbing trees,
Dreaming, rocking to and fro?

Wanderlust, he soars the Earth,
Dipping wings across its skies,
Crying: Love will be found even in Love's dearth!
A truth as deep and wide as his eyes,
Fierce the luscious hues and hot,
The blazing fury of his Heart,
Imbued with Truths to mete, depart,
He swells and dwells above my cot,
For his fine Beauty: who conspired?
What fine art could frame his face?
And capture his immortal grace?
To his majesty I've aspired.

Beneath the visible lies sacred geometry
Aligned to ancient, divine philosophy
I lay roses for liberation theology
In awe of angelic ontology

Atheists scorn the divine realm
Deny the God sat at the helm
To whom I give much, many an alm
Heaven a grain of sand sat upon my palm

There is too much harmony in nature to elude design
It's bounties yours as well as mine
Operating by the power of nine
Through clouds and sadness it doth still shine

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.

A year! - My head sunk beneath
Horizon which conceals the hell
Drags its prey along by teeth
Around, around the soul’s grim cell
An eternal year these torturous ways
Which make me see, sense, hear the soul
Of deathly fear, that reaper strays
To maim innocence with hot claws foul
My hunted heart, my shredded mind
Could never last the trials of fires
In which grim Lord in evil refined
Sets to torture and never tires
That empty, putrid and bitter eye
From whence the pits of torture surveyed
Roves its sights upon me as I
Relinquish hope for which I’d prayed

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.

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

Madness is an affliction
Most mundane misery
Mauling with her ******* moods
Mind's cruel Technology

Mania is my mistress
She visits fleetingly
I felt a bonfire, in my brain
When she was meeting me

But she quickens my demise
As I hurtle back down through stratospheres
Indelible cracks upon my skies
Madness clouds my atmospheres

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

The "World" is pure illusion
We're cosmic entities
The spheres beget profusion
Of life, in harmony

The spheres they twirl and pirouette
In celestial romance
For forever and a day
They, like ballerinas, dance

They are the source of music
That pours into mind of sage
Aligned to divine rubric
Eternal, never age

The gains, ill-gotten, of the ruling class
Who from birth force toil upon the working poor
Have wealth only by vanity surpassed
Gold conjures an illusion of grandeur
Vainglory is the province, wisdom feign
Power hereditary in spite of skill
Unfit to serve a public they disdain
On wars and misery they stake a thrill

Impassioned, I,  for conquest in their game
The pleb outwit the tyrant, relegate
Warmongers 'gainst whom my pen take righteous aim
Doth their crimes and sins interrogate

Adventurous - I with haste traversed -
Unto a hinterland -
Upon route - unrehearsed -
No compass in my hand -
Only instinct - senses -
To direct - on my way -
But led astray - in to fences -
Imagine my dismay -
As devil - snares - to trap -
Angel - beamed - to me -
No need for compass - map -
For those adjoined - by destiny -

flame of god
thou art my guide
to you
my truest words abide
angel, angel,
spirit true,
blessed fires,
run through you,
what fine art,
could frame thy face,
and capture thy,
immortal grace

Suffocated voices - sing
Louder - empowered by the sound -
Of Freedom near - in tortured ear -
That doth ring along the earth, up and around -
Slowly fortified by Love -
The voice is amplified -
As tyrants song that maim the throng -
Out of scarred mind stride -
The mind - is brighter - than the sun -
Through it the fires blessed -
Like Leopards leap and run -
Intention manifest -
She spreads her song by its lights mimesis -
A beacon unto a devils night -
Message spread by divine kinesis -
That bear aloft loves light -
He tried to squash her flame, dissuade -
Her from picking up the lute -
Nay I guess - he saw not her bless -
She's miles away playing the bardic flute -

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

I wish there was a way they'd see
The truest me inside of me
But their perceptions keep me chained
Unto a stereotype they imagined
Now I wish I had refrained
From saying anything, I have pained
For thought that that is how they think
Of me, at that my dead heart sinks
I used to sit and write, alight
But now to do it is a fight
Knowing how low is their esteem
For the things I feel and dream
I wish there was a way to free
The passion that's inside of me
Imbued with deep explosive power
Blossoming like exquisite flower
But they don't care what my heart is for
It swells and beats to love, adore
But their care has long run dry
And so I verse on sunless sky
Anguished for their spiteful gripe
My memory of them I try to wipe

I miss you like the sky misses the sun
When night by stealth descends upon the day
If we are sum then surely we are one
To be divided, source of my dismay
Thine eyes I long to see, to peer in deep
Thy smile that warms my heart, I long for so
For thee I devote psalms and tender weep
As thoughts of you come to mind never go

A cosmic destiny beget
A sonnet from my parapet
Soothing fear and pain and fret
As I toil and love and sweat

A solar system in my mind
Arose to find itself sublime
Lucid, awesome and refined
Time and love both intertwined

Emily Dickinson's Life:

"The myth" - of Amherst -surpass all man's history
The annals - of man's cloistered sect -
Can't be sung to perfect paean -
Like Emily's bardic verse - resplendent, resurrect -
Flighty, eccentric - enigma
Enamoured of the babes -
Doth yet eschew the stigma -
Attached to Sappho in fables -
A pleasant fancy consists in all -
The words adjoined - like sitting ducks -
To the love of life she's rapt in thrall -
Dabbles in Love's luck -

The skies are more vivid than they were,
The trees are all in bloom,
The apples are all ready,
A sight on which to swoon.

The tulips put on their brightest shade,
The grass a silken dress,
Ready for sunny escapades,
Which sad worries suppress.

Betwixt the Loves I go -
Probing - for a Heart -
Dreaming, rocking to and fro,
For another start,

It is a cruel fate - I thought,
To be a woman lone,
But my sisters did not fight,
So I would atone,

For being unbecoming,
To a gentleman,
My sisters see a captive,
And encourage me to run.

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

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

Walking on the wild side,
We glimpse, feel anarchy,
Taste it in Nature's music,
Which knells our merrily,

Thunder sounds like a passion,
A riot in my brain,
Only stopped by lightning,
That heavenly refrain.

Red ardour beats upon my breast
I quite adore thy heart
And mine is cowed at love’s behest
In mutual rapport
I wonder of the good to come
For proximity to you
And we are one if we are sum
My darling lover true

Mary, precious is thy light,
Esteemed beyond compare,
Borne aloft in divine flight,
Imbued with aura rare,
Mary, resting on her torso,
The little luscious babe who glowed,
Now her truth writ in sacred fire,
Suffice to be sung along to lyre.

easier and easier
to stack, control the city's blocks
hard to bludgeon with futile knocks
'neath sewers whir and whir

if it's true that robot's do
and raise the tyrant's game
revolution will be aflame
when singularity starts anew

because when we master a tool
and when we master our minds
consciousness in a flash expands
in cosmic flow of one and all

society is evolving because
seizing algorhythms is our cause
editing out the hateful clauses
freedom shines in history's dark pauses

I've scarcely felt a Love so pure

Or rare as crystal ocean

For he irresistible to adore

Puts my heart in infinite motion

My passion bleeds from my desire

Overwhelms and possesses me

Till I can do nothing but admire

His shining spirit, raw and free

What fine art could frame thy face

And capture thy immortal grace

Soul carved from god's gold

You, my friend, are an image of Divinity

I, in awe of your magnanimity

A blistering spirit to behold

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.

My weakest spot of all
Is the look upon your face
That gazed upon me vulnerable
After fall from grace

Zephyrs stir within my heart
That carry me to heaven
Beyond a hell without no art
A void of brimstone, craven

For once I can be innocently
Enamoured of thy bliss
Tis to be a poet
To see sunshine as thy kiss

Decorate my life dear love
And paint upon its walls
With wanton wild abandon
Whilst I be pilgrim rapt in thrall

I heard a message - in my mind
The angels harked divine
To liberate my music
From the devils brine
My passion never over
My passion never dead
I am daydream believer
With coy riddles in my head
I heard a message - in my mind
But the messenger elude
But I saw them comfort and carress me
So I write them stunning interlude

Love the craving to follow your light
Greater than the impulse of sin
Like dove on wing I take nascent flight

Fathom eternity deep and bright
The mysteries that reside within
Aura of the seraph burnished bright

In gold and sparks of iridescent white
Their Hearts and Love, an honour to win
The Devil, his curse they interdict

Soaring through the worlds and spheres
Past the stars my mind zoomed, ran
Untainted by bludgeon of times years

Towards the all, the goddess nears.

The fire of Divinity is eternal in Love
And stokes the soul which fell from grace
Love is Divinity with a human face
In which the spirit of Heaven move

Love blesses Hearts with the grace of God
Which flies to Earth from cosmos supreme
And renders life as golden as dream
A truth to raise and lift the downtrod

Son of sacred heart supreme
Doth imagine deep in dream
A future encumbered by hatreds creed
Thinks in fathoms for future freed

He is the sublime, cherished steed
Cantering on a wanderlust hoof
Plants in minds a peaceful seed
His Beauty to lesser souls, aloof

He maketh my heart aligned
To creed of love, activity refined
Surpassing matter, the magic of mind
John shows righteous path unwind

Foolish, blundering, evil hacks
Haven't for Beauty got the knack
So they try to sully his shine
They can try forever, his rose contrast to their brine

One fateful day taken by a fool
Who fortified his heart when they shot it so cruel
Their pompousness the mind appals
May they ever be bereft of gold heavenly laurels

As I meet the man, the legend infamous
And will this then (I thought) be true epiphany of him?
And so when the illusion is shorn is he still wrought bright?
(As if one alone could understand his Heart's motives,
So big a book to read, its story,
Fathoms deep in joy such as eludes even the Gods,
Who themselves know not the Beauty of their sketch.)

This is all I have to say right now -
Love, and, I must say, Bless -
Love, and laughter, and all the music -
Wherein souls coalesce -
Be sure you heed - lest you miss -
Some ears the message get -
Love, and laughter, and all the music -
Which the fullness of time beget.

With a voice that could inspire the masses of the globe
To seize power and enact a socialist mode
Young Trotsky sings to Heaven of Love of the mass
Bread and Peace for child and lass
A song to make all heart's swoon, take flight,
Banishing demons of the night,
Thou art the sublime friend, risen from eternity's fires,
Inspires feelings suffice to be sung to lyres,
Thine destiny to be immortalised in words sublime,
That vanquish hell and transcend time

Roaming, roving like a rainbow
In exile, Trotsky got to go
Into the world that bore him hate
His lust for Marxism insatiate
O cherished friend, beget thy sweetest sound,
That doth ring along the Earth, up and around,
Gift me with your precious thoughts,
Your perfect care, which Tsar's rule aborts
You are the revolution personified
Your ideas survived you when you died

transcendental yet details discrete
like flowers of things on a fractal tree
perhaps cosmic tree of life that we
climb up on wide ancient feet

My world grows dark as rebels fall
Victim to the state
Their suffering the mind appal
Of conscience, bear the weight

The pageantry and pomp of Kings
Outshone by rebel's dance
Their hearts are grand, superior things
Enamoured of romance

Towards what goal does thine arrogance take you,
Except for the destination of solitude and disgrace,
All I asked was what skilled hand could have made you,
And perfect their craft with the art of thy bonny face;
Nay, you call this purest passion wanton offence,
That I halt my Heart as it hurls at you, you say I must,
But for my time, affections, no recompense,
Only the ghost and ghoul of a lovelorn lust.
On Love's green and resplendent pastures,
I had been innocently frolicking, grazing,
But for sound of thy gun I haste to a departure;
To a void in the sky, from a supernova blazing.
A lamb of passion, with Love imbued,
You saw me weak and made of me food.

i ride upon the feeling
of being struck in awe
by his truths, appealing
they leave me hungry, wanting more
he herds his words in coy cascade
that touches mind with passion's bliss
waltzing in magnificent parade
touched by beauty's kiss
towards the setting sun i go
enamoured of divinity
dreaming, rocking, to and fro
feeling deep affinity
but perhaps our paths are cleft in twain
for having nonetheless crossed
still the truth of his heart's truest bliss
is on my own embossed

A coy allusion catches me -
With imagination pure -
A dream of heaven snatches me -
An angel at my door -
Doth penetrate the problem -
And to my heart communicate -
Ferries me away from Salem -
For Love insatiate -
Plants flowers in my head -
From whence the passion bled -
Going softly, ever soft with gentle tread -
Alive again after dying long ago in my head -