In love and nature, good things come in nines:
Nine planets in the solar system, cosmically aligned;
Nine lives in a cat, closely intertwined;
Nine ladies dancing, twirling in a line;
Nine choirs of angels, harking divine,
And nine fruits of the holy spirit, telling us to be kind
Nine, Nine is prime

from distant shores the truth goes bold
upon the ancient winds
revealing itself in strangest truths
to open, seeing minds
the truest vision of the world
ripples across fiery view
the bluest feeling unfurled
when i realise what is true
i am a ***** woman
powerful and wise
but my lustiness has been my downfall
i have to surmise
the inward condition of my soul
revealed itself to me
its poverty the mind appals
it really really scares me
but i think i might survive
but then again i might not
but at least i've seen all as it is
from my turbulent, troubled cot
i wish i could be married
to one who indulges the feminine divine
but maybe that beautiful destiny
is not to be mine

to you my head
a tulip, bends
its' rolling tongue

in odd directions
where light wends,
akimbo to the sun

to you my heart,
a bulbous bud,
swills the sunlight shards

of love,
splintering the petal tongue
which longs to learn its beau regard

to you my bones
a scaffolding,
buttresses a staunch shell

inside we'll move
in lazy arcs
and dance ethereal

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

Betwixt the trees, phantom looms
Snares with pipe, my spirit blooms
Beckoning with divine embrace
A beacon of exalted grace
To and fro her spirit glides
Comes inside, two lights collide
We digress with dancing feet
Two sure and kindred spirits meet
Embarking on magic ride

How could I be enamoured of doubt
Now we've met I am devout
Devotee of thy myriad blisses
Thy sweet and succulent tender kisses
Borne aloft on divine zephyr
That effuses from otherworldly ether
Swept up in a hurricane
That rolls and waves across the plane
Of one reality to another

You stoke and kindle my spiritual lust
In your form and truth I trust
Bathed in your fulsome luscious beauty
You are my wandering spirit's entreaty
Towards new day we meandering go
Dreaming, rocking to and fro
I'm walking with more spirit on
No longer wicked, wan or lovelorn
My surest soul self shows

We learn to forget
What truth begets
The transcendental blossom

We learn to deride
What flickers inside
The transcendental wisdom

We turn up kind
Then leave behind
The transcendental love

But turn out open
Where light falls
Through the cracks

When Love gains strength it gifts with light of Peace,
Your affection, your clamouring care my love increase,
An Angel painting my heart in cerise,
Raising thoughts of care to pain's release,
Let all the quibbling gripes of anger be deceased,
And do the thing where we majestically speak one' s piece,
No doubt of Love, no cynical caprice,
That forsakes her Beauty, so rare forsooth, so nice.

Live long love, beget your bounty,
Transcend language and country,
She is wise and reliable, like ancient trees,
Astonishing Hearts with her artistry,
Spellbound by her pageantry.

"Rapture" is what we feel -
The Bliss - the sheer cascade -
Love - eclipse - the sorrow -
Lo - the soul's abade -
"Rapture" is all we hear -
The Beatitude - the Hymn -
Wherein Passion's kingdom -
Lo - a dwelling solemn -
"Rapture" is all we know -
Instinct - surpass - Reason -
Her art suffice to save the soul -
From Devil's liaison.

To the divine spark in you,
I steep my hands and bow,
Blessed fires run through you,
And give you magic glow,
All souls unite in divinity,
Unsullied by the world,
Mercy, pity, peace, a trinity,
In which affection swirled,
The world is one constituency,
Love knows no church or nation,
But Evil in his regency,
Demands that care have ration,
But love wins, it conquers all,
With tyranny it multiples,
Our world cannot fail to be touched,
By hearts so strong and of our size,
Mouths will open, hearts will see,
We will speak, we will be free,
Living one, at unity,
Embed in Earth's community.

With troubled gait I, forlorn, went
To forests to hear message from spirits sent
Their music near imperceptible
My sullied spirit irascible
For its sad and slow descent

I had the vision of my self
Saw it in bad and woeful health
A death was creeping up in stealth
To send me to place of Love's dearth

The books have less wisdom than the earth
Which nurtures us the breadth of its girth
The homilies of hell have no worth
I gestate my soul awaiting rebirth
To arise from spiritual death

What is there left of Nature in the West?
The bricks enclose the Wild, the trees are caged,
Once raged fierce 'gainst sky by ruby blessed,
Splendour of her fire walls subdued,
The maps, the ships, the plan turn ever East,
Inaugurate the modern Pharaohs cruel,
Rejoice in the visage of fabled Beast,
Deceive the mass while usher in His rule.

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.

O people, o people, my feet may be wet,
But my heart is warm and bright like the sun,
Besides my vision, is of divinest precision,
From whence my salvation's effusion.

But if in society they'd accept that we see,
And not proscribe our divinity to lunacy,
We'd run, with the sun, having fun, all at one,
A march with our brothers and sisters begun.

Then the tyrant might cower and the cruel priest retire,
Scared by our soul's revolutionary fire,
Angels will rub their heads and wake from their beds,
Realising their children had only slumbered, not fled.

So is it right to deny us a drink and a smoke?
For who in the cold would turn down a ****?
We need warmth in the absence of comforts and flame,
To dwell in God's love, not society's shame

Doing cosmic dance and singing cosmic song
The messenger transcends the distracting throng
That deceives the soul and self of worth
But Love will be found even in Love's dearth
We'll find out who told us the world wrong

The cosmic dance will touch everyone
And get them back in the groove of fun
Have them all dancing under sun
Enjoying the fresh, wild path begun

A tapestry of joyousness spun
The future wrestled from an evil fate and won
Together we will do the dance
Enamoured of a wholesome trance
That enlivens everyone

It’s true you are:- by God made you are
A sterling star to shame a void
Alight all worlds as wander far
Beauty ne’er destroyed
As poets sight thy soaring light
Beget bars and sweet alms for thee
Like Love so bright in eternal delight
Hath all hearts churning seismically
A light create to bless all souls
And those by strife pursued
Cloaking of thy light the mind appalls
But in eternity all light renewed
Peace in hearts thy spark create
In life, in death, a spark insatiate

I loved with heart only my self:
My woe stopped not, I'm in bad health.
I loved with heart all of creation:
It ended my heart's trepidation.

And I sewed my Heart in soils,
Of Love, which with the Earth embroils,
And I fed it with the blistering sun,
Of Truth, through which cosmic fires run.

For months and years my Heart gestate,
Till in Love's truth it ruminate,
When I awoke I was glad to see,
Harmony, my hippie tree.

Love will be found, even in love's dearth,
No truth more plentiful and abundant,
For Love warms my heart the breadth of its girth,
And warms me with her truth, resplendent,
Love is dove, she's peace and fire,
A raggedy ribbon on the breeze,
On golden wings she aspires,
Like one of nature's dutiful bees,
Love is a butterfly, fragile, soft,
Painted with pallet got from dream,
On sublime wings borne aloft,
Her aura vivid and supreme,
I welcome Love, her divine zephyr,
That flutters, beckons out to me
That warms me with other worldly ether,
And makes me sail on sunny seas.

Love is no crime, a truth known to all,
For she does not discriminate,
Love's dearth the righteous mind appals,
Should in that truth we ruminate,
Those who know not doubt Love's truth,
The shallowest of all denial,
A kind of beauty rare, forsooth,
Dost yet withstand a cynic's trial,
They cannot dream of sullying her flame,
With their inferior hand and magic,
With treacherous tale and treacherous game,
And crass, perverted logic,
Her truth will ring out, proud and loud,
Across the flowering universe,
Our Hearts clad in divinest shroud,
I communicate its joys in verse.

It was summer, the sky imbued,
With iridescent sheen and delightful glare,
All joy and all love soars up there,
A sight at which, the poet, wooed,
To summer's personage, I allude,
Sweet protectress of the Earth,
Circling sacred flower's girth,
In which passion gestates and broods,
Like in the face of an exquisitely painted ****.

Suns blazed in a blinding glory,
Drops of light adorn the sun,
A sight for which no soul is sorry,
Through her the cosmic fires run,
Which warms every heart and every meadow,
From exterior to the core,
Touching even shadows,
That feel the light no more;
Light and dark at war.

You harness a talent, do you not -
A special skill that can't be taught
Conveying multitudes contained
In the purity of thought

You harness a talent, do you not -
A blessing from the divine
A talent that flowers and towers tall
Diminishing the stature of mine

You harness a talent, do you not -
The potency of your vision
Is such it's truly frightening
Dividing words with fission

You harness a talent, do you not -
Stay aside my stoop and sing
Your warm, effulgent songs of joy
Which give your life to everything

The peaches fatten
Just like beau blooming babies
Succulent they swell

Singeing shocks of sun  
Efface memory of frost
Sunlight searing roots

Stimulating growth
Sun’s a giver of life, a
Benevolent Lord

He irradiates
A big blossoming bounty
Shared equal and fair

The gift is heat, light
It embraces the whole world
In an instant flash

Absence of decay
Incense of pollen and grass
World goes wild in bloom

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

I found my safest, sagest guide
When once my sorry soul had died
There was nothing of it left
Of life it was savagely bereft
But ending my soul’s stark December
She kindled, fanned and stoked the embers
That burned at the bottom of my sad soul’s pyre
Her forcefulness sparked and spread the fire
Warming me throughout my core
I didn't feel dead any more
My lucky life now filled with jest
And I tackle it with zeal and zest
I have grown quite amorous, fond
Of our special, divine bond
Electric, it kindles in my heart
And lives once more again in art

The afterlife is beckoning
It'll envelop you in perfect care
A transformation is happening
As you ascend the stair

One soul divine, indivisible
Unique and odd and rare
My own is a little better
For all that I saw there

The exquisite evangelist moves no more,
Midst silence and solitude she dwells,
And heartache upon the barbs of lovers,
Has given poet bruises that deadly swell.

No divine pleasure, joy without measure,
As generous as her sweltering song,
Since the sublime, immortal power of Blake,
Hath any voice lifted itself above throng.

Rapt in throe, the discerning one,
Doth transcribe thrills in to verse,
Doth sweetly scale the heathen vales,
Till we lay flowers on her hearse.

Lover - is composed of Light -
'Tis becoming to a babe -
Not all the dark could sully him -
Nor ravages of Age -

To Lover - heightened hark -
Betrothe the path - to thee -
Let flowers planted in hungry Hearts,
Embroil there - seismically,

With rapture - and applause -
You sing to bells of God,
All at one, under the sun,
With the Angel squad.

Come back to me my love and only love
Find sanctuary in my heart's golden grove
Which boasts a pasture tended to by passion
An immortal light, which triumphs over fashion
In Love what's Heaven's, God's is surely ours
A knowledge that nourishes, begs to be devoured
Come back to me my love and only love
And frolic inside my Heart's treasure trove

O Beauty, magic in my heart
You strike hard like gilded dart
I'm captive to thy charming smiles
Full of wild, enchanting wiles
O Love, you are divinest muse
In your heat our spirits fuse

There was a wedding in my brain
When in you cantered, like a train
Words like lightning, from electric mind
Crying: Love! For kindred kind
It sends me flying to outer space
To swim in sight of thy lovely face

The frenzy in my mad mind blazed
For touch of you I am amazed
Though now you spurn my longing hands
Despite me waving Lover's wand
The world is good (and good is true)
And more good for the life of you

If ever thou should be alone
And in distress thy maketh moan
Come hither, Love, I'll give care
Envelop you in perfect air
From blessed heights you descend
Radiant, my magic friend

When we were oblivious, Love blossomed
And it blossomed in full spectrum
For waiting so idly for the flowers
We didn’t know to expect them!

There is one of Love’s petals in my hand
A petal of gleaming amethyst
When Love inside me goes abloom
I cannot care to desist

The flower of our  Love is perennial
But the buds are fresh and new
And dear they are a little brighter
For having been brought to life by you

I watched the Lord upon the cross,
Until he ceased to breathe,
He stopped - like strangled albatross,
With fledglings to bereave.

I peeped - at first, in horror -
The people's prophet nailed,
To the Emperor's wood masonry,
A craft for which his father - hailed -

Then I peered at greater length,
Though wanting to relent,
I cannot deny the sight of pain,
Beget so I can repent.

A sight sublime - yet awful,
Suffice to inspire hymns,
The people's prophet - crucified,
To indulge a tyrant's whims.

Yet towards his prosecutors, kind
So loving and forgiving,
Against that Truth - no armory
In it, Lord ever living.

Astrology is enough
To build a dream
But only Science is suffice
To understand a light-beam

Exit Prophecy and enter fact
We can still behold the sky
With all our awe intact
As the cosmos waltzes by

Eternal dance of stars explained
Myth overthrown
The cosmic majesty is not lost
When the Universe is known

My World had died - a buried friend,
She now with earthworms lies,
Because of my beleaugered fate,
Which toppled lovelorn skies.
And now her song is over,
And now her colour dead,
Her Beauty rare as clover,
With six leafs, coloured red.
And do I cry, this fate to know,
Upon the head of my World,
It is as if a tragedy, to ****,
Affection in my heart that swirled.
And when her pleasures, over, done
Did I despair to see,
The creatures of her fancy,
Gone, no more revelry.
To friends of World - I'm friends of you,
All stir the sorry heart,
We'll sing the dirge for World aloud,
When for heartbreak she has passed.

When I crave for you, the touch absent,
And will this then be my fate to be rift?
And will our love be forever cleft by the distance of jails?
As if any wall barricades the fury, force Of Love, magnificent, pure, deep, rare as ocean,
The longevity of tides that churn, erode the bricks, bars,
You seek escape, Peace your destination.

A year and half of one cleft us true,
And so in wisdom I defer to you,
Decidedly of a maturer vein,
Knows in strength you weather lifes sad rains,
Tyrants clung to thee, vampires to light,
Didn't want to see your heart take flight,
But now thee to the gold horizon run,
With Gary, having fun, under the sun,
Politic and wise my sister she,
Is a creature of love and amity.

Her kindness is her arsenal, allure,
Represent a firey spirit pure,
An elegant soul, sweet and so demure,
Has a gift for literature and lore,
Sees the world through amazing aperture,
And in love of its beauty she uproar,
Steals away with hearts around the town,
In which seeds of affection duly shown,
To thee, my sister these enchanted lines,
Knowing thee I fathom love and soar divine.

If paths that be cleft be cleft forever,
Allow me not to feel bereaved,
I know that day has come already,
Cloaking me in pains and stresses,
My sight of you is gone,
But rainbows shine in spite of faith,
And suns blaze in spite of eyes embrace,
So you live on,
Your truth written lucid on the sky,
For time brighter and fuller,
Pure is the heart that hurls itself,
Imporing, begging a friend to mend,
The dented diamond divulged by a friend's dream,
Which the voyager doth hold in low esteem.

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

My heart hearkens at warm gestures of humanity
That penetrate beneath cynicism
Inspired by Love's magnamanity
I surmount soul's cataclysm
The generosity of one soul giving to another
Without expectation of returns
Is the spirit of a kindred brother
In whom the divine flame burns
Together we transmit blisses and gifts
Known only unto heart
Its truth like balloon lifts
On adventure soul embarked
    At warm humanity my heart hearkens
    To its truth I, intruiged, listen

The Word upon its wayward route
Goes magic to earnest ears
That strive to hear the ancient lute
Which could move stone hearts to tears
Between the trees it, gentle, blows
Perceptible to some
The Truth will have them rapt in throe
Its music they will happy hum
From rejoicing mouth to rejoicing mouth
On wayward route Word goes
Centrifugally, heading South
Till every spirit knows
       I think I rose, Love, I think I rose
       To know divine sense within me grows

I swing the torch from side to side
The visionary light by which I abide
Basks me in resplendent glow
As I go dreaming, rocking to and fro
Embarked on magic ride

This is the dance. It tells a truth
A kind of vision rare, forsooth
I canter round soul's shire on enchanted hoof
A siren of iridescent youth

The knowledge of my path does sooth
And to my sullied brain it does amuse
In it's form I have faith and trust
Stoking, kindling my spiritual lust
To disabuse the ruse

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.

Burnished leaves of sanguine red
Adorn the branches of the trees
It really is a sight to please
Until the leaves drop dead

An omnibus across the way
Scuttles like a big red bug
Brighter than a silk red rug
Shining under light of day

As seasons change, red leaves go bald
The world loses its magic hue
It turns my heart from red to blue
To watch the world turn cold

A burnished flame of divine shine
Doth with my vision intertwine
Flickering and kindling
With the naked truth enchanting
A beatitude of exalted grace
Kisses the curves of my hollowed face
I become borne aloft on divine zephyr
Swept in to otherworldly ether
Where transcendent visions are apace

A knowledge I do not want to be mine
Doth nevertheless in my mind shine
The truth boils deep in convolution
It could inspire a revolution
Overwhelmed by a divine vision
Of inexplicable precision
Revealing the cynical plans
That mar the monstrous mind of man
Until the truth collision

Forms of evil riddle me
They want to fool and fiddle me
But I have seen it clear as day
And to Albion shout my fears, dismay
You cannot suppress a lion's heart
Or prise the people apart
And in our realms no longer stay
So go upon your devillish way
And make haste to depart

This is to you, stalwart friend
For being nice, for being near
Your compassion has no start, no end
And so to me you’re very dear
Like symbiotic cells we share
We benefit together
You are an angel at my stair
I pray you, leave me never

I sing for the Jack of Diamonds
The iridescent, seamless jewel
Flaunting my poetic garland
Seducing with its haul
The Jack is the rumbustious renegade
Who goes wayward, errant, coy
To Jack I dedicate this enchanted serenade
The bardic arsenal I employ
To capture the diamond for my diadem
And flaunt it to the world
We'll waltz together in freedom
Towards the future hurled
The diamond is a dilettante
Dedicated to bliss
A most passionate militant
Touched by the light of luck's kiss

She's roaming in the gloaming but she's roaming in my heart
Digressing with her feet that dance and digress
Made cruelly nearer for being apart
With her I want to make like child, regress
She is wise, reliable like an ancient tree
That gives diligently and doesn't take
She is the guardian bestowed unto me
I haven't know her to make many a mistake
Together we have fathomed joy
And made mischief when we were bored
All our resources we employed
To yield the treasures sweet and coy
O bonny lass, be forever friend
My love for you has no start, no end

I'm weeping with inspiration for the future
I'm a dreamer, you're never gonna get me down
I have an angelic, transcendental nature
In streams of dreams I drift and drown
I am cosmically aligned to the path of joy
I am enlivened by electricity's commute
Through my body, sweet and coy
I am sending justice a salute

And so I cried for Love, it's Love I cried,
In fathoms like an ocean pure and wide,
And who on Earth can, lucky, say they find,
The juicy pulp of Love, its fertile rind,
What laurels are there beautiful enough,
To crown Love's skies, paint them like Van Gogh,
It's as if a mystery to, sultry, spy,
Into truth of her priceless charity,
And so I ride Love's chariot, in to day,
And see saints and angels going on their way,
Weaving Love like golden, magic threads,
Between us going soft with gentle treads,
And who of us can say they've fathomed more,
Than Love, irresistible to adore,
Love a pure and rarest of all oceans,
For Love is life and life a sweet devotion,
And so I cried for Love, no treasure vain,
For passion's flower blossoms for Love's rain,
Who would forgo her tribulations, pains,
For Love without suffering fakes, it feigns,
To be a truism when it's known by all,
That to be lift by love one must first take tumble, fall,
Till Love's light shines, a beatitude hath us rapt in thrall,
Her dearth does the righteous mind appall,
But luscious Love does ever find its way,
To Hearts all charred and scarred by their dismay,
With her music in their hearts the saints uproar,
It's impossible to tell who's singing more,
Her Psalms and pieties to soul devote,
A blessed one never by Love smote,
For being the most ravishing of babes,
Not dark could sully him, nor ravages of age.

Blake meandered, like a wayward stream
Over the valleys and the hills
When suddenly: struck by a dream!
An inferno of dark, satanic mills
Spread across the land and overseas:
On tyranny’s wind, the mills replace the trees

Abominable as a cage for a child
Putting bars behind their eyes
The factories enclose the wilds
A bleak blockade against the sky
Thousands he saw in a momentary flash
Festering on the Earth like a virulent rash

The dirt clouds above the factories loomed
Only beat by the awful stench
A poet wants the world to bloom;
The mills just make Earth blench
He stared – and stared – in horror enwrapt
The world was a treasure unbound - now she's trapped

For oft, when poets dream they think
Of nirvana or some such felicity
It replenishes them like a fountain drink
Which brings the bliss of serendipity
And then their feet in wayward trances
Fill with the rhythm of their romances

My friend you are a feral angel
A rebellion on wings
Instead of staying square in rank
You'd rather go rioting round Saturn’s rings
For lack of God you are nonetheless guide
By love’s sweet, simple philosophy
By its exquisite ethos you abide
You live most impossibly
Once an evangelist for heaven
You one day peered beyond
On Earth you saw so much potential
Of Earth you grew quite fond
So you exit God’s jurisdiction
Dissenting from one law divine
The disapproval might thunder
But you’ve long already transgressed the line
Teach me how to disobey
To fathom love and soar angelic
I’m convinced you have a better way
May forever feral angels frolic

Meditating on fire
For eternity it seemed
I was transported to the other realm
It had the quality of lucid dream
An elephant fluttered up to my side
Projecting her soul in to my own
She winked cheekily and disappeared
For her touch I felt that I had grown
Peering up in to the sky
A dome of interlocking flowers
They surged with colour bright
I could have stared at it for hours
All at once the vision left
I was drifted back to Earth
But I don’t feel at all bereft
I’ve had another birth