All souls that pray to Heaven in distress
Appeal to that realm's King to banish pain
For pity, peace and mercy and for bless
Find in love of him end of disdain
That hippy Lord, the shepherd boy divine
The sacred heart of Mary in thy chest
Is there beauty commensurate to thine
In all the world? I make of thee my nest
My rock, my passion, inspiration too
My muse, my altar, prophet love the child
Who tender in their sleep protect by you
With golden gentle aura ever mild
Angels song for thee exalts thy heart
Beget their alms of praise to honour thee
When on black day on hell's hill you depart
Hung upon a cross of misery
The masses weep in sorrow cry for days
Time condemns the crowd of braying brutes
Believe not thee but lies Barabus says
See Pontius Pilot in wicked cahoots
But thy compassion vindicates thy name
Jesus Christ the muse of divine souls
Indulge the joy of you without sin, shame
Your suffering? Their righteousness appalled
Let all the world all time praise thy sweet dreams
Of paradise for virtuous and kind
Who live as single heart one with no seam
And dwell in love: activity refined

He staggers like a juggernaut
Wading through the world
The stars spin out from ‘neath his feet
The ways and paths unfurl
The majesty of meandering
Is embodied in his stride
He travels long, in tuneful song
Poet of his pride

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

Speaking in esoteric patter
Allen implores the crowd to hear
His curious, most enchanting natter
Perceptions shake and start to shatter

Initiated in to the mysteries
Allen’s words bring them to life, with a
Voice that transcends time and history
That brings his cosmic joy and bliss to me

Words sear with a frightening power
That startles, overwhelms the crowds
Allen’s visions start to flower
Allen’s visions start to tower

He harbours an inquisitive, roaming soul
Which languishes in mystic climes
Enchanted by creation whole
Allen assumes the bardic role

Sapient and wise as the owl
Attuned to magick of the night
He conjures heaven, fathoms hell
Harnessing the wildernesses’ howl

The only thing I ever loved
Was placed just out of reach
Torturing with his presence
No change as I beseech

His Mind - was free of any stain
Lucid - and acute
His Eyes, pensive, mysterious
His Generosity I salute

His Hands - as skilled as Nature
His Gait - was staunch, like Trees
But I am an appalling creature
He has other people to tease

Existence in its fullest bloom
Sings sweetly out to me
Awakening of Spring a tune
Which knells out merrily

Birds beget stacatto sounds
Their transcendental song
Which rings across the Earth, around
Its ways, up and along

And if you strain you’ll hear the work
Of solitary bees
Vibrating in the background
At a most peculiar frequency

Sharing their sweet treasures
As they circle flowers' girth
A contribution too vast to measure
For they do the work of earth

When thunder shakes the firmament
It riots through my brain
Only stopped by lightning
That heavenly refrain

Where nature dwells songs do swell
The sounds are in the plenty
Ranging from the rancorous
To the sweet and to the dainty

Crescendo of the summer
That noisiest procession
My sad ears dote on its gay notes
Which rise in supersession

That sweet - amazing sound
Articulate on luscious tongue -
A riot most illustrious
'Tis begging to be sung -

Is the descant of Love
Oh, enigmatic snare
By which both the fools and saints abide
For eternal delight dwells in there

The nature of her art is in her wits,
Sure, sharp, subtle and coy,
It soothes and raises beleaguered spirits,
Who doth her comic arsenal employ,
To batter down the barricades,
Of seriousness and solemnity,
Though raucous her jokes are ever made,
In the spirit of love and amity,
Stoicism petrifies the soul,
Makes it alone,
Converting passionate spirits,
In to sombre heart's of stone.
Reticence is good enough when feelings start to dip,
But humour is much better for stoking comradeship.

I was a little lovelorn
When disabused of the fraud
That us two would be united
In a coupling most odd
That hallowed soul I worship
Does not feel kin to me
It meanders now in solitude
I covet lustfully

Much Magic - strikes a Night time
In sky the cosmic fires brood
Mystic sounds reverb and chime
In stunning interlude
As thunder falls from Heaven
Its sparks adorn our ears
In sky gestate the colours heathen
That quell and smooth our stress and fears
Besides the sea - I wander
And peep in to the night
And set my mind asunder
To dwell in eternal delight

Marx was a poet who sung in divinely wrought cadences
If I'd have been alive then I'd have begged to have been acquaintances
A creator-icon who remade the world in the image of his heart's genius
Attesting to his mind's pure telos, it's generosity and cleanness
He revolutionised Love in to a radical democracy between souls
The superfluous bourgeois emotion with its poverty appals
He knew Hearts are created equal, but corrupt by society
Which poisons and prisons the soul in its entirety
The abolition of possession will liberate the spirit
From the bars and chains that inhabit it
And all will love in passionate idealism which transcends the material game
Love in the age of socialism is marvellous, aflame.

A yarn of angels play, loose-braided
Blazing wings have dawn blockaded
Devil's duplex dance undoes their knots
Ropes their oath has plaited rot
Mannacles enslave perception
Realms of sight dulled to a dimension
The fallen world a ruin, grim
What are you doing seraphim?

We must throw off this darkening curse
Feel the irrepressible light of the universe
Yield to the cosmic flow of love
Make peace on earth, as above
Heal the agony of a world,
Then Chaos which has now unfurled
Will be compelled to give its' way
To reason's day and harmony

I have no other Love
Than thee, a treasure pure
I offer up my Soul to thee
Thy boast a deep allure

Eden? He plant a flower
In the garden of my Heart
Has deep, seductive power
Potent as magic dart

All throughout the wilderness
Are hiding, playing deer
Emanating mildness
Wherever they appear
Radiating tenderness
Whenever they are near
Eyes shining with happiness
When they frolic with their dear

My moods are most confusing
Viewed from the outside
Borne aloft on potent waves
Of Emotion's tides

I struggle against the current
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

The Elephant her treasure brings
She stores it safe and sound
Its place is in the heart divine
Where faith and fire are bound
What wonders of the other world
Could Elephant reveal
But that most coveted of treasures
May have to be a secret still

O Sappho, prophet of the page
To whom the Greeks devote their age
Humbly true in gentle words
Full of spirit, passion stirred
Poetess, in mind embeds
A fulsome flame of luscious red

On glistening isle, on ******' shores
Sappho ruminates, adores
Rendering the usual world
In to magic truth unfurled
Written cross the sky in stars
Sung in time to ancient lyres

Her descant rings in metaphors
The earliest of troubadors
Enamoured of the wise, sublime
Conveyed in verse that transcends time
A most dutiful and diligent scribe
Gifting us, the reading tribe

Her vision ascends to immortal throne
Throughout time it sparkled, shone
Inspiring the future sages
To lust for verse and give up wages
To be a poet, that's her bliss
To see the sunshine as a kiss

Suddenly she wakes alert,
Her senses keen, she stares,
What does she see that I can't?
The tension raises hairs.

Focused, stealthy, she hunts the prey,
Staring, sniffing wide and vast,
She catches - mashes - the mouse to death,
O sweet this child of Bast.

Her love was sure and fathoms deep
Warming everybody it embraced
Her heart was strong and steeped in kindness
Curves of compassion etched on her face
Imagining she could build a better world
She took to the challenge with zeal and zest
Incredible, she inspired by example
Never giving less than her best
An ambassador for altruism
She represented all persons
As if the world was one constituency
Because with division things just worsen
But one fateful day she was taken
The mourners in thousands like herds
Thinking she’d be silenced her killer was mistaken
The whole world got to hear her words
What marvels she would have achieved
We are destined to never know
But her accomplishments will never end
If we all pledge to love like Jo

From whom did I dare seize the fire
Which casts light on truths to be sung to lyres
The revelations are suffice to inspire
Paeans to be sung around the pyres
There was thunder in my brain
When truth cantered inwards like a train
Albion pointing to the warriors slain
And to his wound, his immortal pain
From the torch the truth doth bright exude
A light that is a sort of useful food
That renders visions in which sense brews
That with divinest meaning woos
Promethea a warrior magician
I am also the strangest of physicians
Bearing heavy the weight of contrition
When faced with the plans of the worlds morticians
I traverse my path to get my heroine
On this troubled, but essential quest I begin
There is nothing that we can win
But we can redeem our conscience of the devil's sin
But Devils' sham religiosity will not survive the ravage of time
Earth's rustic children are the truly sublime
To dare to strike them down in their prime
Is the most heinous of mortal crimes
O, my god, I bear to you
The angel, the angel, spirit true
Through my heart a warm breeze blew
For having seen a soul so true
Now you can ascend the stair
And find your way to perfect care
In the castles of the air
And find peace in angels luscious blare

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.

Heart struck by a beam, I am utterly enchanted
At risk of losing, I try to bear its heat
My Love, this is all that I've ever wanted
Without you no path for these naked feet

You are the song that rings out in jungles of joy
In sacharrine rapture your spirit rejoices
Begetting melody sweet and coy
With most tender and piercing of voices

Embrace the tokens of my respect
To you, my one and only appeal
Your smile stokes deep within my soul
Feelings most real

He walked in bright beatific phantasies
That captured and enveloped his reality
Those fierce and fiery, fruitful visions
Came to splendorous fruition
When one morn the muse he summoned
To pour music from the rift of heaven
Straight down in to his thirsty mind
He is risen, no more blind
Roaming, roving like a rainbow
The wilderness is the place to go
Like a wanton, wanderlust bard
He traverses valleys and fathoms stars
Speaking to the universe
He communicates its joys in verse
Sees in symbols he cannot speak
Much madness from his ***** beak
Words and vision charged as lightning
His potency is such it's frightening
He is again another child
To the hinterlands of the soul exiled

With beauty of divinest shine,
Lucy's truth beams from her Heart to mine,
Her lucid light of love goes apace,
Touching, kissing hollow face,
Giving guidance to the blind,
With Love, activity refined,
Most exquisite and fair of the apostles,
Inspiring heart to righteous war and battle,

O sweet defender of the faith,
In thine flight my spirit bathes,
A warrior to righteousness aligned,
Bringing God's knowledge to hungry mind,
Assailing tyrants wanton whim,
Condemened to fate cruel and grim,
Yet you live fated to sing,
For eternity, on aspiring wing.

You know the fullness of the beauty of the universe
It manifests in your wisdom, an authentic platinum pearl
Immaculately conceived
Conveyed within the cosmic flow of ideas
Through which the sages earn their laurels
Wisdom felt not read from pages
And with no rainbow ever quarrel

In distant dreams you yield to me
Amidst a hazy, gloaming light
When that aura overwhelms
I don’t dare to put up a fight
For only in deepest dreams is it possible
To see what life could truly be
So we peer in to imagination
In such climes we can be free
In life a thick and chilly mist
Had descended upon my mind
I had nicely asked it to desist
But it stayed, was most unkind
To defeat it’s vile and vicious strength
I mustered all within my power
But it still took your hands, O love
To plant the healing flower
In streams of dreams we coalesced
And defied the rubric of reality
The whole world shines beatific  
When you cross-breed life and fantasy

Illusion persuades by coy mimesis
So I never dared to host the thesis
That our love was never real
My world gets filtered through a warp
It bears no semblance, the truth distorts
Where the spectres of madness play their deal

Now then you might think it's odd
That I could entertain the fraud
Of a lie that's whispered in my head
But there's a multitude of phoney speakers
As they grow stronger, I grow weaker
And the resistance to them in my mind drops dead

So I ask: are we kin, darling, you and I?
Or do you refuse to be an alibi
In this cruel and cosmic delusion
Nothing changes for all the desire
You're still not here, I'm still the liar
Suffering a truth contusion

Yet we often cross our paths like two wee duck
And when we do I thank the gods and luck
Praying that we will cross again
But I've learned our paths are a parallax
Like the horizon, or train tracks
Love is lax; we end up cleft in twain

Now you, I made "you" up inside my head
So now I want you somewhere else instead
Put you where you can't torment
My porcelain psyche is fragile, cracked
and broken. All the odds were stacked
Against us anyway: Call this love's lament.

The sky leans down to laugh, the trees uproar
It's impossible to tell who's laughing more
Or if the laughter's even true
Yet in unison the world mocks me
For the frivolous, foolish flight of fancy
That pivoted footloose between me and you

Now exit love this prodigious charade
My best laid plans have been waylaid
It's time to call the curtain
But if there's one thing that I've learned:
To stop my heart from getting burned
I should be more cynical, uncertain

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

There is nowt to say
But peace and hope and blessings
Evil go your way

Abacadabra
Conceals intentions in words
Either good or bad

Lord is a hippie
Sublime warrior, head high
Dancing for justice

Imbued with passion
Like no other in the world
It can't be beaten

Hand in hand with joy
Lord leads the little children
In to brighter day

The cosmic music
Knells over the plains of earth
Awakening spirits

Heaven is the gestation of the human heart
It is more than the kingdom of kings
It is the place where souls dwell in grace
And all spirits, spellbound, get to sing
The gestation of the heart is gorgeous
Akimbo to the cosmic flow
The truth of Love magnanimous
Towards it our lives go

Arise! Arise! From fresh dug grave
Upon the ancient, lulling hills
Awash with heat of Summer's blaze
O'er the sweet and sinuous rills
Goes the Bard on wanderlust feet
Traversing valleys, fathoming stars
Treading Earth's sweet soils replete
Begetting tender, sonorous bars
To Bard's swell music: I've aspired
And to their beauty: Who conspired?

Arise! Arise! To triumphant skies
Awash with bright and molten colour
Through which Starling sweeps and cries
Going gaily through lovelorn hours
The Bard midst wizened trees goes light
Striving to hear the ancient word
Enveloping forest in pure soul's flight
In which luscious light of truth stirs
Besides the flourishing, florid flowers
Goes the Bard in pursuit of powers

A dream goes drifting like a cloud
Across a sky of molten colour
Enveloped in divinest shroud
Gestating for infinite hours
Until harnessed to consciousness
Yielded to individual mind
Brought in to focus by inquisition
Some dreams are mean, some are kind
The individual and collective psyche
Wrestle for dominance
But they can be harnessed to harmony
And brought in to concordance
It was known to Jung that thoughts are sung
By more than one sole spirit
Symbols and ideas magically wrung
It enlightens one to be near it
It's just that one must be aware
That thoughts transcend one mind
If you try to perceive the ether there
Untold treasures you will find

The moon hangs ripe, the wind is sharp
I lie restless on my bed and sigh
Suddenly there’s the sound of the harp
Its melody ringing, crisp and sharp
Notes billowing like ribbons over the sky

The moon hangs ripe, the air is cold
I lie satiated on my bed; I'm glad
Suddenly a seahorn’s sonic boom unfolds
I stamp and I shout and I swear and I scold
Without the lilt of the harp I go mad!

When I hear the harp’s sweet blare
I forget all my suffering and shame
I hearken to the music there
Which bears me aloft up heaven’s stairs
Where my troubles are peacefully slain

Flame of Peace, awaken me,
To touch you with my chilly hands,
To feel and invocate the light,
To spread to distant shores and sands,
And in that truth will soar, take flight,
Bobbing over eternity like spirit's kite.

I feel it, keeper of the flame,
That warmth upon my broken breast,
To keep it there for an eternity,
Would have me feeling and doing as my best,
A lightworker for infinity,
Heartbeams go from you to me.

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

As if there's no tomorrow
I race in to the day
Yielding maximal joy
As the moments ebb away

As if the world is ending
And Armageddon begun
I frolic like a faerie
And pledge myself to Fun

As if this moment were the last
I yield to eternal delight
And behold the passion in loved ones
Blazing, burnished bright

Her heart bore pure on Liberty's soils,
A daisy with Love's light embroiled,
Preternaturally wise as babe,
She speaks to problems of the age,
A symbolist sweet, a sanguine sage,
Through which God's inspiration rage,
Imparting slanted, coy allusions,
To her lamentable maladies and contusions,
All who outlive her and drink up words,
Know they somehow meet her, stomp in her herd.

Like a deep and darkling Rose,
She to Cambridge on thoughtful toes,
To perfectly emulate role of scholar,
Who thinks in fathoms, imagines far,
Each word rise subtly as a star,
Leaving door to soul ajar,
To more hardened, callous souls devote,
A sad sight that Zeus saw and, cursing, smote.

She was Zeus' cub, afoot on paws of passion,
Lordly, divine as a languishing Lion,
Who yet know not her sublime nature,
Praise instead the precious panther,
She renders him as curious creature,
Considering the bards as teachers,
But she, not him, most exquisite of preachers,
Traversing inspiration's bright, fantastic acres,
Hers the sublime, cherished pen,
That makes me ruminate again.

Enamoured of babes, the yearning young,
Her heart rending lullabies to them luscious sung,
Imagining Ducks, the zoo of the new,
Through my Heart a warm breeze blew,
For having seen a soul so true,
Leaving the sanctuary of you,
My Heart turns cold from red to blue,
A Promethean passing all bards rue,
Bereft of her flame's iridescent hue,
Pray that in Valhalla she plays anew.

Verse probes for Love, it's all that's true,
Peace grows strength in words that grew,
Planted devotionally under the yew,
Truths scattered on Earth like dew,
Her rituals pure, to the divine flame alloyed,
Heart suffice to inspire the rise and fall of Troy,
Mother Cub of passion's heath,
All her lessons have transcendent worth,
But the battles of life by stealth,
Disrupt her mission with bad health.

Trials of treachery tiptoe afoot,
Conspiring coy, to catch her boot,
My friend fights, struggles to slay her ghost,
A spirit stray, sad and lost,
She never knew that Love had cost,
But now Love's winter bites with frost,
Dutifully at desk inspiration bleeds,
In sacred poetic deed,
Thine destiny to inspire child to remember,
Your unique and your unusual ember.

Soar my friend your divine course,
That doth transcend the blight of hearse,
Thou art a flowering of godly light,
That inspires Hearts to swoon, take flight,
Love suffice to ignite,
The fury blaze in bard's sight,
Blake would cry eternal delight!
If he'd lived to see her Heart take height,
Betrothed to Zeus but astonishingly,
She lives to tower higher, more legendary.

You grow flowers in the garden of my heart
Tending to every fledgling blossom
Allowing the luscious light of love to impart
A clarion call to exquisite action
The blooming flower rosy flourishes
In every periphery
O ruby Sun, the truth of its Love nourishes
Light is the spirit's entreaty
O Love you plant the healing flower
That soothes and quells my fear and stress
It has exquisite power
For it I feel blessed
    O Light of Love, for you I need
    Bend to teach me, a woeful seed

He is able, what's his is ours
A knowledge that begs to be devoured
An enchanting and a stunning child
Who gives the spark to the shy and mild
And wakes them to go wild

He is the babe. With the magic pen
Who makes me start the world again
He is the sublime, cherished friend
My love for him, no start, no end

A gift that the divine zephyr send
That sends me crazy, round the bend
But his light doth sooth my sullied mind
With Love, activity refined
Towards brighter day we wend

I've never felt a Love so pure

As this, a magnificent flame of gold

My devoted soul enwrapt by passion raw

As Beauty of Love unwind, unfold

I've never been as delirious

As this, in divine trance

Enchanted by pleasures amorous

Consist in heavenly romance

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

The world ripens, bright
As a bride’s bouquet, abloom
With iridescence

Bees astir, the buzz
Emanates, its frequency
High enough to hear

Hills like naked swells
On Gaia’s body, birds
Brooding on the boughs

Like forlorn poets,
Cursing their misfortunes, the
Cruelty of love

Rainbows meander,
Like wanderlust bards try to
Fathom stratospheres

Berries adorn stems,
Offerings to the woodland,
Consumed with pleasure

Nature is present,
Purposeful, benevolent,
Her heart is awake

last night i dreamt of the divine
its truth danced up to my side
knowing its truth my soul repines
because in past by evil i abide
married to the magician
who deceived us of our selves
i went among the earth and sung
the song of devil's wealth
but my sullied, broken spirit
is repaired by balm of cosmic joy
the divine: i've been ever near it
it's pleasures deep and coy
now i get to sing again
with a pleasure deep and wide as skies
going against the devil's grain
with my cryptic lullabies

‘Tis gorgeous to behold a sky
The Poetry of night
In fathoms of the starry climes
Are deep, eternal delights

To see a flowering blossom
Perfect Geometry
Petals precisely unfurling
See Nature’s Dexterity

Passion is harnessed to music
In the Angel’s blare
I hearken to its melody
For magical music dwelled in there

“Magic” is the thing in flight
That basks resplendent in the sun
Borne aloft on fluent wings
Both synchronized, as one

And purest amidst the cold blue sky
Is the solitary, sweetest bird
Whose wings like arrows go flitting by
Emitting song so sweet when heard

I’ve heard it in the evening
I’ve heard it in the noon
But most of all I’ve heard it
Where Nature is abloom

Amidst fire, flies cosmic sparks
A sight at which my spirit harks
Through fire cosmic power sung
Articulated on scintillating tongue
The guardian of the divine flame
Who awakens spirits, sleeping, lame
With molten lance, searing spirit
A snake through spine, feeling vivid
The ghostly self is slain

Amidst molten skies, go thunder bolts
On their sound my spirit dotes
The thunderous applause of lightning
Has potency is such it's frightening
A bolt of melody struck my head
When all the sorry world dropped dead
Awakening the tune inside
The salve to my spirit supplied
After it had bled

One ruby Sun my gorgeous idol
Nourishing the flowers bridal
Feeding flowers, tending seed
Giving care in hour of need
Giver of life, I honour you
You are a sacred spirit true
The most majestic of all fires
Worthy to be sung on lyres
For your touch I grew

The sun inside me is dying -
Fires running dry -
Cosmic flame of divinest spark
In my spirit's sky -
Slowly losing lustre
Sullied by the world -
And my foolish blusters -
To a devil I have shilled

I've slept a little, but not a lot
For being overwhelmed by thoughts
Cantering like a runaway train
Insomnia is my disdain
I've slept a little, but not a lot

I've slept a little, but not a lot
Of how to sleep, I can't be taught
Awake consumed by my regrets
Hearing voices filled with threats
I've slept a little, but not a lot

I've had some sleep, but not a lot
I'm lying, left here in my bed to rot
Wondering how best to cope
With this hellish Kaleidoscope
I've had some sleep, but not a lot

I've had some sleep, but not a lot
A Ghost is bothering my cot
I'm terrified and sick from stress
I wonder how I did regress
I've had some sleep, but not a lot

Mother Mary,
The wisdom of a pure beating heart,
To our fledgling souls impart,
When I'm moored atop,
Cliffs of life's vicississtudes,
You inspire me,
With beatitudes,
In her the light,
Of love apace,
Saying "child
be at peace.
In your Heart's
For Gods flame make space.
Which warms the Earth,
From soils to space."

To pursue the Heart's true bliss, that is the purpose,
To which thou dost have immortal *******,
Amidst the temptations of vicarious vice,
And the seductions of superfluous passion,
Made pale by deepest desire. To brood, to gestate -
like God's seed - by this impulse compelled,
To exquisite action. The devotees and loyalists of heart,
That to Paradise are heirs. ‘Tis reverential communion,
Rendered meaningful by Heart. To love, to give -
To love - and soar divine: that’s the knack.
For in Love’s dearth no immortal sheen,
Doth shroud the hankering human heart,
Hungry for passion. Alack the void that doth haunt,
And taunt the lovelorn. For who could deny,
The cataclysm of a cleft soul, bereft of another.
Who would not yearn to yield and syncopate with other hearts;
The perfect care of Love. Her benevolent palms beget,
Praised treasures worthy of psalms, rare and pure,
For her giving knows no church or nation, or ration,
That deprive a child or person from her warmth,
Which gives life, love, light, laughter, a truth,
For where is there protest? Who would laurels deny,
Blaspheme against her awesome beauty, take aim,
At her sublime stature that dost withstand,
A cynic’s trial, clinically executed, with cold, callow hand,
The Heart of God’s loyalists by shrewd scholar emaciated,
And enervated; Nay, no children of Paradise,
Imbued with glory commit offence against sweet lady Love.
Thus cynicism makes a ******* of anyone who doubts,
And thus twin hearts commit to paths that cross,
A truth that soars like albatross, to those who spy,
The things that are lesser seen, like Love,
Love is dove, she is peace and fire, on golden wings,
She aspires. Like one of nature’s dutiful bees,
Doing sacred work of Earth, committed to Life,
Be all her treasures honoured.