May my Heart take solace in the seed of every child's own cosmos.
Every child hears the stars, and shrieks with joy at the rainbow,
That beams from heaven just to regale the babes of the world.
Those that play at wisdom sully the child's worlds with lies, because the truth doesn't sell, deceiving the soul and self of worth.
I wish I could traverse the valleys and fathom the stars that are the topography of child's cosmos, under that cosmic canopy, that mystical frontier;
Beyond which we can comprehend its truths so strange and queer,
Where Creation makes butterflies of her children and frees them, Love sets Hearts free from mind's mannacles,
Nay no child quarrels with the rainbow.

A giant shroud in divine aura
Beckons me, summons me near
Larking on the cosmic harp
A sweet celestial spirit sharp
Who moves stone hearts to tears

The song rings out, around, above
A medley on which spirit can rove
All joy and all love soars in there
Sound drifting through enchanted air

Imbued with cosmic passion rare
Summons souls out of the lair
The song is ours, to sing with God
The spirit won't be squashed, downtrod
In incessant fury we appear

Love knows what is best for us
She is the sagest guide
She drifts thee to thy destination
Like an ocean wide

Love knows what is best for us
Her mind exquisite, rare
She gives her counsel to one and all
Who dwell within her care

Love knows what is best for us
Love knows what is right
She readies us for tomorrow
And prepares us for the fight

Without love's sweet stewardship
Life becomes distressing
So listen to her velvet voice
Her insights are a blessing

Love can be demanding
Love can be a test
But after all is said and done
It’s true that love knows best

Magic of the night time, which hath my mind enamoured,
The moon enchants, the divine celestial pearl,
For want of the word to express thy beauty I have stammered,
For sight of the flowering cosmos affection in my heart swirl,
In hidden hinterlands of space, betwixt the whirring spheres,
Go waltzing stars, begetting bars that enchant discerning ears,
And marvels time can not erase with the bludgeon of her years,
To those who see them, they feel the erasure and melting of their fears,
Beneath the cosmic canopy, that mystical frontier,
We heartbeam to the stars and the truth hath us rapt in throe,
The enigma dissipates, confusion disappears,
On quest for brighter day we go dreaming, rocking to and fro,
    O children of the universe,
    I communicate your joys in verse

Erudite eyes see materialism & conformity
As a menacing, monstrous, moral deformity
From which vast misery and decay is sprung
A dirge for its mass of manufactured souls sung
Your words tap in to raw, primal currents
Torrid, terse, you talk in torrents
Poured straight down in to your thirsty mind
You are risen, no more blind
Your mind mimics the blossoming of wilderness
Balancing its danger and its tenderness
Singing of the cosmic dimension
Allen is rapt, in glorious ascension
Conjuring the words of muse
Which exposes the grand consumer-world ruse
Without this dreamy, hazy vision
Of inexplicably divine precision
Allen would just be one more mind
Shacked in manacles, going blind
At once he communicates the joys of the Universe
But lays ‘Howl’, his elegy, at its hearse

Serenading over cosmic planes
The angels sing their spellbinding refrains
The philharmonics of the universe
Doth banish wicked, evil curse
That keep the spirit sullied, stained

Their joy is pure, their world is good
They are the guardians of the celestial neighbourhood
Their vibrations are rarely understood
For the people's eyes hide under hood

But the light and truth will unashamedly flood
To Earth, trickling vivid as blood
There is nothing left for Satan's men
We will begin the world again
In service of the greater good

He tinkers at my Heart
As Angels on a Harp
Making stunning reverberations
That pierce my spirit sharp
Heaven's Philharmonics
Are perceivable to me
To Ethereal tune, I doth swoon
Enveloped in Serendipity

I love the hunted not the hunt.
Pursued, they want to hold your warm heart,
My trophy, gold-gleaming and thunders with love,
Proceeding from your great soul's core.
More beautiful than a rainbow.

Maybe you consider yourself a messenger,
Megaphone for the wisdom oppressed.
Fifty years now you have, wide-eyed,
Rendered the world with beauty,
And Proustian sensual bliss.

Pacing little alleys with just my passport and mauve dress
I crawl towards the dead-end, its van
And its suited men; they point and laugh.
To save myself I turn back, run;
A car swerves in, fast as a gun.

An obsidian dread engulfs my heart,
Running faster, ever fast
Underneath the emerald green parasols of Harrods.
I am the hunted now, they want my heart
Too. For being one who is kin to you.

Anarchy on the streets, I scream!
And then as if on the zephyr of a dream
You, abrupt, enter my sight,
Drifting through the pacing crowd
And I turn back, to distract the police.

Counting the beats of my thundering heart
I, coy, catch glances. You glance back.
Seeing you return, your back, head to the ground, the lady officer swivels,
Sees you! Fills my heart with dread.
I do not flinch: the questions resume.

Hope is the truest feeling
Borne aloft on fragile wings
She flirts and frolics in the atmosphere
Where all joy and all love sings

When I loved, dear, when I loved
Hope was a medicine to me
Neutralising the source of pain
And nursing tenderly

In philosophies both old and new
Courage, virtue supreme
Lennon dared to Imagine Peace
Like Dr King's sweet dream
They rouse our Hearts to throb, rebel
Against the petty rule
Against incriminated flag
Drilled in to brains from school
There's a bastille in London town
For men who tell the truth
Poor Schwartz, too, metaphorically
Thrown cold from a roof
Whilst Chelsea, dearest warrior
Sage soldier of the heart
Knows the fight with loudest might
Is that which peace impart
Testament to tyrants sham
That reality in cage
But who will win not those in sin
Her vision will light an age
Justice is a common tongue
A democrat it prevails
Protects the name of human rights
Which quest for war assails
It must be said that truths not dead
Despite rule of tyrants lore
The real vignette of history
Lit 1984
And like Olympic baton
The torch of truth aflame
Cross aeons, borders, mother tongues
We arrive at peace the same
A spark of love in just one heart
Inspires divine mimicry
Inspires mass to bear love aloft
**** Devils causistry
Rolling news is sure a ruse
To sully critical thought
Education Tonys soundbite
But for ignorance he fought
History is oil against toil
Lies churn in the midst
But those who defy and see the sky
Bond pawns in rancorous trust
To overthrow the petty sham
And start the world anew
Pangea can't be ruled from a tower
Ivory and blue
When you start to think with Heart
Put past to trust in what men said
The rule of courage inaugurate
All hearts be painted red

Effulgent with the light of love, I praise thy sight
Enrapt by deep divinity of thine features
Basked resplendent in the languid light
Of thine enchanting aura, O mesmerising creature
Betwixt our statures, Gravity pulls
Compelling us to meet faces, kiss
The liquor of the moment churns
Dwelling in trajectory of bliss
Blissful canopy of the stars, clad in glow
The wild, unchartered frontiers
Caressed by scintillating sparks, light we go
Drifting on glowing, gentle zephyrs
Now thou hast shown me thy hearts direction
I'm enveloped in your care's protection

Dare I count the ways I love thee,
Lest I suggest thy Beauty is limited,
To honor your immortal grace is my duty,
For therein I am spirited,
There is nothing on Earth as exquisite as you,
For roving on your sight,
Through my Heart a warm breeze blew,
Immersed in eternal delight.

On fluent wings as soft as smudges
The flying spirit diligently gauges
What is needed underneath
By peoples on the hills and heaths
O'er them she dutifully watches

She is the world. It's truest hope
Without her light I couldn't cope
She is more omnipotent than the pope
I'm tied to her with golden rope

I want to fly with her in cape
And feed her with a hundred grapes
Her light will scare a thousand kings
As her divinest music sings
O'er the sweet and sinuous moors

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

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

Infinity – is made of atoms
‘Tis like an endless tapestry –
Stretching in all directions
In longitudes for Eternity

From solitary molecules
To entire superstructures
The building blocks of the cosmic scene
Articulating Natures

Without seam – or stitch
Or rip upon the textile
The matter of the multiverse multiplies
Making Eternity fertile

The fire and brimstone in their pall
Are the cloak and cloth of sin
Whose tyranny the mind appal
When it fathoms deep within
And o'er those gates so rancid wrought
With blood and flesh and iron
When after that fate one, we, hath fought
We turn up still, all hope be gone
The stench of death dank, all around
Suffuse the climes from sky to ground

The King of Hell who seldom grafts
For anything, yet seldom stops
His command to torture, down the shaft
As to every level hops
Spreads black wings and glides above
His victims as he, gruesome, gloats
Anathema to turtle dove
Who on divine zephyr of heaven floats
His presence ever torturous still
When reign dark from ******, lordly hill

He sees the scuttling victims run
Away, cruel let loose for game and chase
A beautiful mirage of sun
To taunt the soul abased
Hells hills trees grow putrid leaves
No mortal could brace the sulphurous stench
Under canopies the victim weave
As they shiver, shudder, blench
As torturer catches up, apace
Him testament to time's disgrace

By his vainglory employed
That ******* of the angel boys
Treats people, world, as things and toy
Seduced to do his bidding, ploys
But justice, freedom will uproar
Angels of Hell link arms, uprise
For Heaven they have wanted more
Than sooty, oppressive, obsidian skies
**** the devil, his ****** lies
Hear us rise, sing God's reprise

Fly on the wings of love
Let thy spirit rave and rove
On the faces of angelic beings
We are gods children, earthlings
Who frolic in the knowledge of good
Guardians of the celestial neighbourhood
Striving towards a brighter day
Soothing, quelling fear dismay
On every corner of the earth
The call of peace warms the breadth of our hearts girth
Guiding us through meditation
My guardians heart is an immaculate creation
Inspiring with its call of peace
In him the March of love apace
The world is good and good is true
And more good for the life of you ❤️

Take flight with thy guardian beyond the stratospheres
And looking down see the Angels of earth heal the worlds atmospheres
With their soothing, healing bright white light
That fills gods children with immortal delight
Summoning the goodness that resides within
That doth make of everyone kith and kin
Banishing the vanity and vainglory of sin
That maketh the flame of love run thin
Towards brighter day we, flying, go
Dreaming, rocking to and fro
Planting the healing flower, see it grow
As we go, searching for celestial rainbow
My guardians face is sweet and kind
The immortal hippie, graceful sublime
Taken down before their prime
But souls live on, we are intertwined
I am warmed for his heavenly embrace
A beacon, beatitude of exalted grace
In us the lust of life apace
That warms the earth from its soils to the depths of space
His form and truth doth beckon me
When the dictums of sin doth sully me
The truest beauty that ever lived
He came, conquered hearts, and yet gone, still gives ❤️✨

Angel! thou art accentuated grace.
Let our tired, wanderlust eyes meditate on thy face.
Each of us enamoured of the heavenly romance;
A divine dalliance in which we dare to dream and dance.
Thou art not a hierarchy but a democracy of souls.
The poverty and banality of evil with its terror the caring mind appals.
Blessed fires run through thy fearsome form,
And in its cleansing heat our mortal fears and sins are shorn. ❤️✨

O how do I master my own mind
Capricious, fickle creature
How do I turn it pure and kind
Enhance its truest nature
O how do I master my romping heart
Attached to all that touches it
It wants to be cast in Love's drama and play a part
When a Heart waltzes past I want to ****** it
But to be captive to my passions
Is not healthy or clever
To be guided by exquisite compassion
Should be at the heart of my endeavour
    O how do I master my own mind
    Where do the wisdom of self I find

The Poetry of Physics
Consists in energy
Mutating, moving matter
Transforming endlessly

The magic of life consists in the hidden
The shade, the dark and the forbidden
Behind the veil of mortal things
Infinity, eternity sing
Wisdom of the other world
To hearing mind revealed, unfurled
My joy is real, fantasies my bliss
I see sunshine as a kiss

The flowers like ballerinas danced

There seemed to rise a show

For all Nature's spectators

To see a flower grow

In resplendent hues alit by sun

Abloom at summer's zenith

Through their roots the cosmic fires run

Bright petals beheld by spirits blithe

Pure vision of Life enfolds the wild

Its Beauty soars like a kite on the breeze

Not by man or reason defiled

The kingdom of the trees

You are the truest rebel
Borne aloft on fluent wings
In arcane, bardic arts you dabble
Through medium of you all Creation sings
Sauntering to inner music
Guided by a soulful beat
A path of fire and passion
Spin out from ‘neath your feet
With arms akimbo to the sun
You fathom God and soar divine
Eternal life has just begun
O sweet, this path that doth unwind
With lyrics like impossible lassoos
Capturing and conjuring phantasms
That appear in the rift between magic and reality
That most mystical of cosmic chasms
You paint the world with fine fluent fire
Fixated on the hope that flies
Harping on your divine lyre
You serenade the sweet evangelists of sky

The Sky, discordian, like a Gong
Went shifting subtly by
The miniature Birds flit along
Going gaily through the Sky

Crescendo of the summer
Enchanting the Ear
Satisfyingly complicated
Mysterious and fair

O Avon, swell meandering home
You caress my feet with silken kisses
Round your banks I wistful roam
Enamoured of thy babbling blisses
Awed by beauty of the gloam
It envelops me in tender thrills
Inspired to transcribe it in to tome
In words suffice to inspire chills
Sweetest treasures consist in stream
O loot of the aquatic
That floats like dream upon a beam
The river an element of nature's batik
Imbued with blisses deep, supreme
I wade akimbo to the flow
The awe of Earth from you I glean
You have me rapt in throe
You are the path my heart pursues
It's righteous, truest course
Quelling fear and pain and blues
From thy splendid source
Whenever my sullied spirit rues
My strategy is this
I turn to you to soothe, amuse
To get my fill of bliss
Beyond horizon, thou spread to sea
In unchartered motion
A sea that sparkles iridescently
In strange colours of the ocean
I bask in your waters respendently
Loving their commotion
And honour them devotionally
O Avon, you leave me insatiated.

Despair is good if you desire
A mind and mood that’s stationary
Neither moving or evolving
Despair constructs its dim masonry

Where Despair's dance cascades
Through chambers of the mind
There is no hope to speak of
No mirth or joy or fun to find

But dark Despair does dwindle
Where moods are more attuned
To the whole spectrum of feelings
Overgrown, unpruned

Now I walk in joy and happiness
I feel their boon substantially
Despair is but a memory
A fickle, finished fantasy

A goddess wrought in platinum aura sublime
Aloft, triumphant at starts and ends of times
All is created and all is destroyed there
Perpetual motion; thermodynamics flare
Men they try to copy her might, futile mime
For they can't emulate her deep disarming stare
Which transcends reason, inspires bards to rhyme
For the good and godliness in there
Outranks Medusa in enchanted hair
For I floated enchanted rapt in thrall
Enchanted by her bonny beauty rare
And her suppression through aeons the mind appals
But when henchmen of demonic devil's snare
**** her in the western warring call
Arrogant to think they'd suppress lady Kali's magic might
They will fail and they will surely fall
Irisidescent was her gestating glow
Glittering atman guarding all of space
Angels take us to see her to and fro
Show us in her the light of love apace
To deny her truth is a dank disgrace
We should regret that, repent and woe
That cultists **** her, proudly, in her prime
And make of diva's death a glutton's show
We are her children, but some of us do not know
She is able, what's hers is ours
A knowledge that begs to be devoured
In celestial, rare, immortal hour
Time not decreed from tyrant's tower
From her blessings wonderfully shower
Thankyou John for showing me
Temptress Kali, sweet, supreme
To her we went through eternity
Saw the celestial democracy
Of Christian and Hindu angels alike
Don't carry each other's heads on spikes
For knowing Allah's heart has light
Like all prophets peace their fight
Direction's guardians, Blake, Buddha, Ganesha
With love's light and earth enmeshed
Blake lamented spiritual decline
That children by Satan's plans in brine
But his flaming vision sees through times
And will path the way to freedom's climes
Buddha sat under the Bodhi tree
Knowing peace to set minds free
Hearts in confraternity
No you, no I, only one heart, WE
John the angel of the north
He told me John, didn't say which
I cried with pride when his enchanted drawl
Revealed a songstress from people's Liverpool
His message spoke to the one and all
Imagine the people, Imagine them all
Out with all that hates and that is cruel
Hate has made of each of us a fool
Ganesha, last but surely not the least
Has hankering heart of bright benevolent beast
The angel of the earthen east
Love gestate in him that never ceased
I saw him before, it was a while ago
But dressed in woman's form, with woman's glow
Vinayak the learned scribes would say
But all can know her either way
I saw her as one called Lexi that fine day
And it put an end to my dismay
To see us indivisible, goddess, same
When foolish man played dividing game
Gave "better" and "worse" to us as contending names
While he go questing for recognition, fame
But I do not resent that one for flaws
For all are irresistible to adore
Just want him to end this goddess war
That all men educated for
I digress, back to the flight
Where John took me on an epic sight
Next was angel of the earth
Diana of the heart and hearth
Lightworker born in tyrants sect
Learned how to love not genuflect
To hearts purity we would sure neglect
If we didn't long reflect
On fact that was surely killed
By one to who the devil shilled
What their fancy name: who cares?
To scare us with it: who dares?
She got our hearts on television
Appealing with her sweet precision
To love and brother her decision
Sought to heal the earth's contusion
Like Michael Jackson, arch angel too
Deranged as me, but sweet and true
To hurt children he didn't want to do
But give them nurture, play, they grew
The ones who really hurt the child
Are the ones who he reviled
Who sought to bring him down with lies
Again their victim empowered in the skies!
So many angels I could not count
Shakespeare whimsical on his pipe
Silent thinking thoughts so ripe
To think Lords slandered him as tripe!

Percey Shelley too was there
Chose to rebel shed claim to heir
Scaled the oxford ivory tower
and pamphleteered for freedoms power
Got kicked out in gray dull hour
But through time his insights rain and shower
As audience for devil are fewer and fewer
And peaces hope is ripe, empowered
Beyond angels, Shiva, meditator sublime
Is it audacity to ask what he sees in font of time?
Lids half open, rapt supreme
Painted with a pallet got from dream
Looked akin to Taylor, dancing wild
With heart and happiness of chiding child
That he akin to god reluctant to accept
But aren't we all Gods in retrospect?
That we are animals belong to tyrant taught
And in accepting that, our souls meet la mort
(If you read Plato backwards he fought
To encrypt truth of soul's genesis, answer sought: Really, it's stunning.)
Beyond shiva cosmic churning true
Said the blessed fires run through you
And I heard clear and remembering applaud
THERE IS NOTHING TO FEAR WE ARE ALL ONE GOD
There is nothing on earth as exquisite as you
It spoke turning my heart from red to blue
Said all the world is lordly love and light
A truth in which all nascent souls take flight
Musicians there, their sweetest songs unfurled
Their festival with all the time in the world!
Even ones in youthful splendour culled
By ones who will to hate heart's song and world
It was then that Lennon zoomed me to Kali
Swimming in that churning seismic sea
Sure as heaven a vision of eternity
And in a circle she danced fluid free
The circle was a wave and particle
Light, a string in theory, gave me fright!
For Kali I had been so rapt in thrall
I had not noticed THE GOD PARTICLE
Sounds crazy but experiments of thought
Are scientific method Einstein taught
For only in deepest dreams is it possible
To see what life could truly be
Thanks John for letting me climb your wings
And flying that particle over me

When we descend back to sprightly earth
The angels all changed place, assumed new roles
Diana cede to Jo, of equal warmth
Fought for lass and mass and for the proles
And Buddha went from northern angel sweet
To defender of the faith with God's trust replete
A role assumed by Jesus once before
As he ascend to god, irresistable to adore
The bit that got me most is this
And it gave me joyful bliss
I ascend to Buddha's southern role
See sunshine as a kiss, it made me whole.

I entertain the whims of fancy
To gray Reason - antidote
Aloft on tides of Imagination
In modernity - remote

I dare to dwell in dream, romance
On which my Heart - inebriate
I chase perennial spirit of Passion
In which purest Love gestate

The Musician has a cantering lilt -
Like horses astir
Tis muse's buoyant love song
Accentuated whir -
Without fault or flaw
It begs the heart to adore
And beseech for more

When sounds knell out - joy strikes
Like thunder bolt to head
Song bonds to mind
An endearing tune
To which hearts swoon
Sensing soul refined

Reticence is good enough
When fortunes start to dip
But fierce feelings are much better
For stoking comradeship

Stoicism petrifies
The soul, makes it alone
Converting passionate spirits
In to sombre hearts of stone

I aspire to a sensibility
Free and unrestrained
For in stoicism’s shadow
My mind becomes quite pained

I'd rather have a poet's passion
For being touched by love
I hail thee in sweet serenade
That rings around, above

With words you crushed the essence of my existence
Reducing, diminishing me to your evil yoke
My murdered psyche had to put up resistance
So it entertained me for days with the cosmic joke
Armed with the hand that God gave me
I was able to transcend my piercing pain
Lay the foundations of a new beginning
And start my Self all over again
To think that you thought you were winning
That you had me scalped
When I got the new beginning
For having had divinest help
    O insight nourishes my mind
    After psychic assault unkind

It's time to get drunk on the heady lilt of spring
The elements in ecstacy, seduction of senses
Dreamy pastels, scattered soft and burnished
Bright like passion, Eostre ascendant
Irresistible insurrection of berries bloom like babies in the bushes
Alms at the altar of the goddesses
Purifying time's font
                         Way of the well worn track
Unencumbered by regimes
The berry blossom dances oblique in dappled shade
Half-shying from the day, and yet holds its neck
Under sun to honour publicly
A frolic that warms half of the year

Under Love’s fruitful canopy
Are blessings raining down
Like leaves, a pleasant panoply
In whose fathoms I could drift and drown
The kind canopy protects the heart
From the punishing lash of elements
If from under Love’s canopy you should depart
Your life will lose lustre in increments

it's magical to be brought back to life
by a loving, luscious, divine flame
to it's light i'm betrothed, i'm wife
enamoured of its golden frame
it tickled underneath the skin
of my freshly buried ghost
kindling the bottom of my sad soul's pyre
now i'm no longer lost
in to the centre of my self
it trickled its golden sparks
awakening me to my bad health
on new adventure i gleeful embark
now i've seen the path of hope
i beckon all towards it
with the light of truth i'll have to cope
woe to anyone who ignores it
the truth is that a grand deception
has been cast upon the children
a ruse of the devil's inception
bubbling in evil cauldron
but my intuition leads me
towards the right conclusion
if only i could lead the rest
out of the horrible confusion
to think we've been made to hate and doubt
each other and our selves
by the devil's dastardly tout
who is enamoured of devil's wealth
i only pray the cosmic justice
shines it's rays on down
to open ears i entrust this
poem, now the truth in my mind has grown

Thou art is sweet and full of light
That casts spectacular ray upon the Truth
Consists in it immortal delight
Articulated on thy luscious mouth
By pained triangulations of ideas
You proclaim in immaculate cascade
The perfect insight to me appears
Captive to passion's serenade
Thou art is the joyful revolution
In every aching, anguished heart
To bask and wallow there is the solution
So long live thy enchanting art
      Beyond category or compare
      In thy art gold sparks appear

River of gold, endless treasure
Runs through valleys of my mind
I long to fathom it, joy of no measure
My mind's sky turned clear and kind

Thunder bolts as thoughts arise
I cannot let them pass my mind
In transcendental vision I spy
A true escape for the spiritually blind

'Tis truth I crave, not to be right
But truth is always an enigma
For her you must put up a fight
And tolerate the stigma

Bless the path my heart traverses
And I should find there Love's perfect kiss
Let my heart be cleansed of curses
To dwell in trajectory of bliss

A bolt of melody struck my head
When I had gone to sleep
When all the world dropped dead
And I'd prayed my soul to keep

Poetess in mind embeds
A torch of divinest shine
A fulsome flame of luscious red
That strikes and sparks the mind

She's a troubador, singing for love,
Like a town cryer you will surely find her,
Down in the precincts, sat at the ice rinks,
Sculpting and showing off her soul's fire,
She's a troubador, singing for love,
Like a preacher, she's a beseecher,
Down in the precincts, sat at the ice rinks,
Sculpting and showing off, her skills as a teacher.

You can tell her from her song,
A divine ditty,
It sings true and pretty,
That lifts itself above the throng,
Singing to the children,
As the adults go blithely by,
Like they do when they hear a bird in the sky,
The adults are absent minded,
Spiritually blinded,
Playing games,
But the children are kindred,
They see her flames,
And dance in its fire,
To the adults' shame,
They dance along to her lyres,
Who among us can say they came?
To witness her fitness, suffice to inspire,
Love and eternal desires.

She's a troubador, singing for love,
Like a town cryer you will surely find her,
Down in the precincts, sat at the ice rinks,
Sculpting and showing off her soul's fire,
She's a troubador, singing for love,
Like a preacher, she's a beseecher,
Down in the precincts, sat at the ice rinks,
Sculpting and showing off, her skills as a teacher.

She's writing alone,
Typing madly in to her iPhone,
Catching snippets of her mind's moan,
With inspiration at the fingertips she foams,
Half-assedly rolling smokes,
******* hard when she's taking tokes,
Finding ways to crack jokes,
Taking aim, cussing blokes
Taking wide and long strokes
That *** a whole in one,
She's not serious she's real fun,
A sizzling, smoking gun,
Who runs with the sun,
All at one,
Says it all yet there's so much more,
Can tell she feels it raw,
To love, pity and adore,
She begs the children and implores.

She's a troubador, singing for love,
Like a town cryer you will surely find her,
Down in the precincts, sat at the ice rinks,
Sculpting and showing off her soul's fire,
She's a troubador, singing for love,
Like a preacher, she's a beseecher,
Down in the precincts, sat at the ice rinks,
Sculpting and showing off, her skills as a teacher.

With bitter tongue and acrid heart
He throws his words like poison darts
Shooting straight in to the choir
A lacklustre mind which thinks itself on fire
Who doth with his venom his true colours impart

But I fight back, when his bricks fall
He likes the tallest tree to fell
I throw each brick back twice as well
To knock him dead because he gave me hell

His pretentiousness the mind appals
Yet his prattle and parlance has the fools in thrall
But I see through his pathetic game
People like him are all the same
Yet think they are above the one and all

lennon, john: people's prophet
his first word? love!
last breath? laughter
becomes light strong as mountain

one later day rioting kids
not foolish to be wise
rave illegal at rothchild mansion
play imagine

sleepy buddhas wake
rouse thousands to think
of way beyond pain
leave jail of **** gold

She walks with rough and magic air
His words are rare, rare as care
Epiphanies dwell in there
His rhymes have rhythym, they strive, they dare
Begetting visions wild, rhapsodic
From tongue tender and melodic
Musings refined, methodic
Articulating life's magic
She sights him, stares, from the bar
Where has he been? Has he wandered far?
By what thing could he be marred?
She falls deep, she falls hard
A love as deep and wide as skies
Conveyed by the smile that's in his eyes
He has her, captured, mesmerized
As the molecules of passion are synthesized
How many times have Poets cried
Of Love like this, souls intertwined
Love, activity refined
Incessant, by no fence confined
Before she was waking to go blind
But now she sees; sees kindred kind
Out of the gutter he lifts her mind
Mutual treasures they do find
Still she walks with rough and magic air
To the beat of his words, rare as care
All joy and all love soars in there
You can sense it in his enchanting stare

Within this smitten heart thy name embossed
Cross chambers, ventricles at one time lost
No sentiment so strong as mine for thee
A bond as pure and deep and rare as sea
I know and see thee less than I would like
Still the bolts of passion my heart strike
To nurturing this kinship I attend
Eternally in awe of thee supreme friend

Poetry is Subversion
Undermining Reason
From Reality a Diversion
To the Republic a Treason
A Poet is a Renegade
For being exiled from the State
But they've known a Heaven
They waltz between its gates

Beyond the realm of mortal men
Lies Time and Eternity
Transcending all that's written
In the scrolls of History
Beyond the minds of mortal men
Lies God, divinity
Perceivable in visions
Of holy symmetry

Take my heart and eat it whole
It's beseeching, begging to be had
I've cast myself in to Lover's role
And have taken it seriously a tad
I would hurl it hard at you
To be trapped between your teeth
Would be a pleasure sure and true
The blisses shocking me to death
My heart gestates in harmony with passion
Enamoured of thy enchanting charms
Compelled to exquisite action
Keeping the fulsome flame warm
    I hurl it hard and pay my dues
    To passion, I, enchanted, carouse

Relegating tyrants
Of Biblical acclaim
In to History's dustbin
Error's vast domain

Gravity is the final nail
In Religion's hearse
Illuminating forces
Of the passing Universe

Invisible, indelible
Pulling apples to the Earth
Unassailable, immutable
Rotating planets' girth

To be just attuned to accommodate life
What would be the chance
Gravity is the epitome
Of a cheerful happenstance

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.

The Conflict

John booms and rides his chariot in the oppressed light,
Angel souls drink from the sun.

As babe, cried Love! First before else,
The lover dutiful to heart
Pursued its path.
Light roused a dark fogged town,
Neath treacherous seas
Were tides of harmony.

Then the odyssey steered to hell,
Adorned by angels and by saints
On every bloodied branch and wire,
Man atop their souls bones
Fires of heaven were seized:
Great knights rose from fire of that kingdom
To conquer, vanquish peril, redeem world
That drive man into torment's climes.

Yet the dubious demon stalks
In rank duplicity;
And heaven's knight drinks up lightning
To rebel raw.

John booms and rides his chariot in the oppressed light,
Angel souls drink from the sun.

As a new celestial democracy by love elect, and it is now a year of age since inception, the eternal Heaven redeemed. And yonder, Kali is the deva presiding over all: her wisdom, teachings are the fire yield by mind to mantras. Neigh is the aegis of the Godhead, and the return of Krishna to consciousness. Without divinity is no passion. Supreme being, effervescent energy, in incessant motion, eternal delight, are necessary to the flow of the cosmic plan.
From this incorruptible font what the churches call heathens. Heathen is surgeon of the spirit; Church is the stagnant cage of soul.
Saints are sinner. Darklings divine dwell.

All domesticated divinity and captive creeds have been cause of our division from Heaven, not our union:—
1. Heaven and Hell are not located on opposite celestial poles
2. They are two real principles, that solitary Self, from the truth aloof, is hell; and that Heaven, in all holy life, is its dignification
3. God is not a vengeful sky Lord wont to torment their child but consists in a state of mind connect to the eternity of love and light.
These further principles function in the universe:—
1.Heaven is unity, our becoming one with the supreme being of cosmos. Hell is isolation, intensified by selfish acquisitiveness and the city wall mentality.
2. The problem of Self (hell) is surmountable; Heaven is the coming of age of consciousness.
3. God is the motion of creation

A spirited fancy:-

As I was climbing the wings of soft fire adorning John, awed by splendour of their enjoyments, which to Reason look like madness, my heart became drunk on beauteous visions, in streams of dreams and fires of gold, thinking that as all perception chances on elements of truth, so these dreams of Heaven showed the fabric of reality. When I came home to the prism of my five senses, consists in which a metaphysical arrogance, I returned as Angel of the South, an honorary pleasure to succeed Buddha, who ascend to faith defender, Jesus? To God. With love's light imbued I scribed for the tribe my perceptions easily accessed if you follow the direction of the melody of dreams:

"The majesty of multitudes,
Are embodied in the expanse,
Her bodies waltz and pirouette,
In celestial romance."

Mantras of Heaven:

There is nothing to fear we are all one God

All the world is love and light

There is nothing on earth as exquisite as you

The world is a myth, the cosmos our home

Be joyous in the music of the universal song

Don't ever give up the bounty of truth

The cosmic churning is magnificent music

There is nothing left to fear but truth

Imagine all the people living life in peace

Peace in life living people the all imagine

Rejoice! Rejoice! For the bardic voice
Is born again in innocent infant souls
The magical ludic spirit does entice
Their stainless minds, rapt in thrall
From whence does this purest passion come
Its origin is unaccounted for
But it's magic music they happy hum
And to cynical, jaded souls implore
     O, the babes of the world rejoice
     I love to hear their tender voice

A mask betrays with phony facade:
As I swagger down life's promenade
In a delicate, dandy, dope disguise;
Trajectories of a life bequeath
Sea of vicissitudes beneath
Which sweet serenity, yet violence, lie

'My friend, you look well, I admire that face
So bravely smiling against fall from grace
When devil crept on you by stealth with blades
And that you are redeemed from hell
It's visions and fires that **** the soul
For you, one of the angel renegades.'

And so I nod and smile in coy consent
And sing not the true tale of my lament
About the time the beast be strong and fierce;
Has my perspective changed since then?
For sorrows still seep from my pen
My pain imperishable, an eternal year

I paint a smile and wear it like a crown
While underneath despair, horror is grown
Which contradicts the drastic dance
Of happiness I dare to feign
To quell the melancholy refrain
That sings of time of spells, a fugue, trance

Now, Love, you are my life, as it is now
Would have me in a recurring bow
Celebration for an enormous sun
Inside your great and golden chest
Hides the sunshine in your breast
Comet which blast and killed Lord Saturn's fun

So soar: in stratospheres and vast beyond
The sight of sparks as to heaven you abscond
I follow, traversing valleys, fathoming stars
The candles clap, angels herald you
As through an apocalypse you flew and flew
Gathering steam, as light touch wounds of wars

But for all the fury and the force of you
Your manifesto of love, superior virtue
My sky is toppled still
But as I on River Styx am sent
A little sully to my lament
To see comet strike Saturn, a dying thrill