Words are peaceful warriors
Changing hearts, persuading minds
Giving multitudes of meanings
To form, by words refined

Words wend their way through consciousness
Like a giant, glittering thread
I am more attuned to the world at large
For all that I have read

Little bits of happiness
Are cherishable treasure
Every moment yields to me
A beauty without measure

As moments fade to memory
I traverse the wild frontiers
My misery diminishes
It shrinks and disappears

Keen, I hunger to enchant the mind of a Poet
To entreat their thoughts with sweet epiphanies
Kindling dialogue, our mind's sensuous duet
We exchange locquacious litanies
Sharing the fruits of my Love's labour
I craft libations for the mouth of my muse
Moored on the deeps of the divine harbour
Our spirits meet, collide and fuse
Talking in torrents I ******* thoughts
Before they spill forth unto open ears
In friendship, Poets enjoy mutual rapport
That flowers, flourishes through the years
     I entreat Beauty with a snare
     Enchanting with delightful blare

The whole Earth is her altar
Each day blessed with her kiss
The Earth won’t ever falter
To bestow her with deep bliss

One ruby Sun her idol
That sweet giver of life
Which feeds the bridal flowers
Flourishing in wilderness rife

The only things she worships
Are fire, water, earth and air
If you’re looking for a pious soul
You’ll only find a heathen there

But you’ll never find a spirit
So steadfast and so fair
Who swells and dwells in earthen bliss
Enjoying its treasures rare

He thinks he was a Hero
So valiant and brave
But he lured me down a treacherous path
That most arrogant of Knaves

Heroics turned to villainy
As soon as my heart was caught
I'll never unlatch the hook
Though an escape was sought

His music - mysterious -
Enchanting - unique -
I could tell - the divine knell -
Had come from Nature's freak -

Suffering submerged in passion -
As he larks - plays -
His gift - if you can sense it -
Is for musical arrays - :)

By far the most enchanting -
Spirit at the strings -
His heart - unlike another -
Most cherishable of things -

A riot most illustrious -
Borne aloft by sound -
Raises me above the throng -
Lifts me off the ground -

My friend, my kin, my lover
Thy Destiny awaits!
So make with haste to leave
Our dark, diminished straits

In love, in life, in friendship
We yet besieged each other in war
Its rueful consequences
My wounded mind abhorrs

Caught in the cross-fire
Our sorry souls were maimed
Mocked in public view
I had the shock of your esteem explained

Out of this conundrum Love
Our staunch, strong souls must climb
And hopefully sad memories
Will be effaced by time

So you’re still my kin, my friend
You see true love forgives, lets go
Like a flower that needs to trim the stem
That’s dead, so new life can grow

Since you spoke,
I have not slept,
Haunted by the way,
Each word is wept,
Stealthy passion,
Through me crept,
For which I have been,
Caught and trapped.

Awake, I dream,
You come to me,
Upon a beam,
Lucidly,
Vivid and supreme.

I live in imagination
And sometimes the spectre wins
Turning me against truest friends
The most shameful of my sins
But only in deepest dreams is it possible
To see what life can truly be
Which is why the dreamworld takes it holds
Enchants and captures me
If only I could see, discern
What's fake and what's a prism on the real
I guess in time I will learn
And the light of truth I'll feel
     Imagination is gift and curse
     But Imagination is the spirit's purse

Shocked was I, when I found out
That you intended harm
I guess only bitterness and deceit
Lay under wiles of your warmth and charm
Mocked was I, when behind my back
You gossiped and maligned
And there went I with hazy dreams
Imagining our paths intertwined
Shocked was I, to get the hunch
That you were playing games
Out of me you made your lunch
Is there anything by which you feel ashamed?
Mocked was I, when I realized
The wasted time in which I'd fought
To entertain and get to know you
And enjoy mutual rapport

She poured her pain in to a cup,
Threw back her neck and drunk it up,
But no good was done, to drown her sorrows,
It bereft her of her Life's tomorrows

And colours stream in dreams and beams
Suffice to infinite ignite the sky
Inspires hearts to soar, take flight
In a dance, daze, dream of divine revelry
That lift one wondrous out the fight
Of hurricane raging by

Irrepressible, that honeyed bow
Wends through sky, celestial arc
Through which the cosmic fires go
Imbued with bright celestial spark
Dreaming, rocking to and fro
See how we go, on Love's arc
Stealthy on wing like crow

And colours stream in dreams and beams
Shine in spite of sceptics faith
Blaze in spite of eyes embrace
Celestial crown perfect, sense no bars or seams
What fine art could frame the face
Of the ravishing rainbow supreme
Which lifts one after tumbling from grace
Like Dorothy back to Earth from the most seismic dream

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Buddha wakes up bursting in to song
Effulgent with the love of life
A mind's expanse to suppress the throng
Of suffering to which all souls are wife
Seeing war a strategy of illusion built
Deceiving the divine dalliance of time
It functions in minds, yet beyond
Tyrants act and grown men mime
Dreaming, rocking to and fro
Dancing, clapping as they go
Children under the bodhi tree
Taste wisdom as it rains and snows
Their art is the joyful revolution
With yet withstand a cynic's trial
The intellect? a phony judge
The heart? compassionate of all
Propaganda of hate's reality
Yet heaped upon the ones who see
The way with theatricality
Go oppressors with conviviality
With the millenium's golden quill
I'll break devil's confraternity
With wanton wit and whimsical will
Spell peace in stars across eternity
Loves destiny to be immortalised sublime
In words that vanquish hell and transcend time.

Her mind is like an intricate mandala
Adorned with patterns and colour
At one with the wilds, like the Impala
She goes roving, playing all the hours
She dwells on the Isle with a faithful soul
Unravelling the mysteries of life
It's truths have them rapt in thrall
To the lust and love of life they're wife
They dip their wings in passion's sky
Soaring like Icarus
Two tender creatures flitting by
Of them I want to make a fuss
    The pups of passion, they are so sweet
    With each other their life with Love replete

Her music was arresting -
Mysterious - Fair
When first I heard it I wondered if
An Angel at my stair?

Pain turns in to passion,
As she larks and plays,
Her gift if you can sense it,
Is for musical arrays,

She's the most exquisite,
Spirit at the keys,
Her music tries to transcribe her mind's,
Dazzling displays,

Raises voice above the throng,
To communicate her bliss,
A riot most illustrious,
No other joy as this.

The World of God is impalpable
Transcends time and location
But the Soul and its perfection
Can be reached by true vocation
Committed to ascending
To the Upper World in stages
Visions sublime, which transcend Time
You see the world as sages

Eternal and transcendent
Beyond category or compare
I bask in All resplendent
For power dwells in there
Yield to the cosmic flow of Love
That universal Philosophy
Make peace on Earth as above
And All will yield to harmony

O love, what times you've dwelled in thought!
Of deep, exquisite, tender things
O love, the wisdom you sweet sought
More precious than a diamond ring
O love, the Beauty your Heart taught
How resplendent, bright she soar and sing
For peace, humanity thy voice fierce fought
And velvet bliss to man you bring
Exalt the path of wisdom true
The fragrant unity of Hearts
That only devil would callous rue
God's innocent knowledge you impart
Turn my heart to red, from blue
Your love has no end, lo, no start
Like sapling to the sun, sweet grew
Your magic and magnificent heart
O love, the hours you've whiled away
At canvas of the nascent soul
Adorned with colours of the day
That beautify life's wall
O love, you have a brilliant way
Of rendering philosophy
O love, the Roses that you lay
Upon theology
O love, I pray forever you may
Beget the bardic Poetry
You laboured for without no pay
To end the people's sorrow, dismay
O love, paint my mind with the hue
Of heavens that you clearly see
Remake me new, with art that you
Have mastered like the treacherous sea

The ego is tenacious
It dominates the mind
But its "truth" is really mendacious
And leaves the spirit blind
The jungle of ID is a danger
To the fruition of unencumbered mind
Yet the conscious, truthful ranger
Can an escape find

I vanquished Love with but a word
I vanquished it with haste
Because the absence of my affectee
Leaves foul and bitter taste

And he, with my Heart, steals away
And to horizons runs
Bereft of Glory I lower head
And drift in to setting Suns

Nature is a Spectacle
Roving gently by
Her multitudes are marvellous
Unfathomable to naked Eye

Only Intiution
Can capture Nature's treasure
Her Wisdom comes to fruition
In a Bounty of no measure

The people's poet is a high priest
Engorged on Nature's cosmic feast
Ordained in marvellous mystery
Distilling stunning sense from history
He sings the song that has the words
Coralled in to multitudes of herds
All lined up like sitting ducks
Dabbling in love's weird, arcane luck
Like a curious, learning bard

Behind heartbeat’s syncopation
Where deepest beats are lain
Is Love’s echolocation
That mutual refrain

Which gives Love’s life
To the world, to all and everything
Hearts romp together to resplendent tune
Love’s sweet carolling

Sweetest passion sings at noon
Half the symphony of God
Medley hath the poet swoon
Rapturous applaud

But that matching tune of love
Outside and yet within
The beating of a human heart
In which Gods love begins

Regales the poets and the saints
Tapestry - of tune
Destiny a cacophony paints
Where nature is abloom

Rings around the earth, along
Dwells in babies minds
Immortal and majestic song
Magnificent, refined

All things bright and beautiful
Their opera aligned
Sonata of the summer
Till waltz of winter unwind

beating tho the slabs cage it
beating for passers in the street
back and forth it's searching and
the fibres are trembling dolorously
looking for a twin

pulsing tho the spark is weak
swings to a rhythm which moves like speak
but no sound from this broken beak
the severed twin has flown
looking for a yin

melodies tho twin's gone
song dissonant and wan
she's walking with no spirit on
dreaming rocking to and fro
looking for a twin

My vision has been administered life-saving medicine
It's received the healing balm of soul's knowledge and truth
My sullied spirit doth regret and repine
For being shown round souls shire's on a bad man's hoof
The sacredness of the feminine divine
Has been hurt by the attrition of malevolent schemes
That suffocate soul's fire
And dampen it's purest dreams
A brilliant stroke of insight
Came to me in ebb and flow
Of an epiphany, through percipient perception
It, shouting at me, gorgeous, goes
    O tonic, an experience you get once in an age
    Thank you for showing me what is sage

As stars die and run out of colour,
As consciousness fades,
As the sun stoops her head and bows out,
Adorned by sad drops of light,
As cities decay and yield to dust,
As people's footprints fade away,
As smiles erase from memory,
Into the flux and chaos we go,
Where the mind is free,
To find its true bliss,
A paradise and kingdom to me is, praise this truth

Across the fertile, blossoming planes
Sings music in enchanted refrains
Coming from the cosmos above
Beau as a turtle dove
Whose beauty by god ordained

The dreams our ours. They wont be killed
Despite the Devils who have shilled
To torture us with evil skilled
But our reprieve the bards have willed

The soils of magic we have tilled
To get to the bottom of the truth, it chilled
But truth is ours, we bear it high
And swing the torch around the sky
And look at us, we're thrilled

Singing down the valleys, meadows
Casting smudgy, dappled shadows
Go the children, skipping, swinging
Their gleesome joy through daylight ringing
In nature's ***** their rustic beauty shows

The children wake. They wake to love
And on that thought their sweet minds rove
The forest is their treasure trove
An enchanted and protected grove

For harmony the children strove
And take guidance from above
They will not be defeated, slain
So hear my ludic, joyful refrain
And leave so we can be left to love

Poems are like puzzles:
A painstakingly placed picture,
Plucked from the peripheries,
Of percipient perspective.

Penetrating the personal,
The pen puts pain to pass,
Pouring perceptions in to paper,
In the process perfecting the practice.

Some poems pray for peace,
Some paint a piece of people's lives,
Photographically rendering the ineffable,
Imparting philosophies.

The poet is a piper piping pleasantries;
Poems pretty as phosphorous,
In a pyrotechnic parade,
Putting fire in our pupils.

Perhaps the "P" is hard to parse,
And I perceive this problem.
Perhaps my pursuit of the perfect poem,
Must not be prolonged or proceed.

But I'm a phonetic philanderer,
Pushing on like a prodigious pioneer,
Playing for pleasure with puns,
Posing metaphors, putting words in place,
Searching for planetary purpose,
Peering past the past and present,
In to possibilities of peace and plenitude.

But perhaps now the peak has passed and
The pliant "P" is pushed to its limits,
The words are all plucked, parched
And the poem is plenary.

It was Eden before they came
A place distinguished by its natural blisses
Where there is no ruse, no game
Only the touch of Creation's kisses
In harmony the spirits dwelled
Sharing in each other's joy
But then they came to dig and fell
Begun to shame and annoy
It always felt a bit weird to me
That feeling of a heaven lost
That feeling of a devil neared to me
Who caused such a spiritual cost
I guess this could all be hoodoo
But I think my eyes are right
For the redemption of Gaia's children
I'll devote myself to putting up a fight

A Gun fires in the day
He did not see him come
He gasped his fated final breath
And Death became his home

And then, he reaped, he flew
From Earth to Other world
And then stood before St Christopher
His mighty scroll unfurled

The saint glanced sad with tearful eyes
Let John through to walk God’s grass
“‘Tis a crime against the Lord
To let a Beatle pass.”

He walked to Jesus, sat with him
A fellow and a friend
Ascended brothers side by side
As God watch, round the bend
 
Like Jesus had, God sewed John wings
Stitched with platinum hue
And he laboured with the feathers
To adorn an angel true
 
No bullet shatter Heaven
Too strong and unified
The angel squad can ne’er be killed
John Lennon never died

The world in bloom - like a song
Trills out divinest revelry
No fires - nor magic - doth outshine
Tune of magnanimity
Birds - sweet crescendo
Descant - of the noon
Bees - buzzing alto
Sounds on which to swoon
An opera - a ballad
The bounty - Earth's beau boon
The opera - evolution
Ballad - winter's moon
Sonata - of the summer
Suffice to inspire poet's croon
Lullabies - cross shores - o'er sands
Cross meadows - o'er dunes
Nature - fine conductor
One sultry song - divine
Astir - amidst the flowers
Beauty twin to thine
No greying restrained reason
Restrains raw rancorous rhyme
Turning - of the seasons
Sounds of Heaven - sublime
Morning - augmented melody
Sunrise - writes the score
Pure - as hymns - of Sunday
Tell of a pious war
All things bright and beautiful
In tune - beyond the door
That - therein - the song of life
What God's voice is for!

Aloft on divine zephyr,
A luscious little babe,
With elephantine head and lady's haunch,
Mind unknowable to sage,

She appeared from nowhere,
As if conjured from the dark,
But I knew, that if we flew,
Towards light we'd embark,

She didn't say a word,
She only ever winked and smiled,
But I knew in my heart I was one of her herd,
A carefree cosmic child,

After she winked she disappeared,
To beam to other faces,
That beautiful sweet elephant,
Who graces all Earth's places.

In mystic climes where I have been
Magic, blissful and serene
There lives an angel, John his name
His spirit to me in peace came
Shroud in an aura of effulgent gold
A darling beauty to behold
He took me on wings of blazing fire
Burnished with colours of desire
The angel Lennon grafts, aspires
With beauty suffice to be sung to lyres
We swooped and soared beyond stratospheres
Where earthen angels rain their tears
All four, John, Blake, Buddha and Ganesh
Their hearts with luscious light enmeshed
North, South, East, West
For their guidance we are blessed
Then upon a light beam we met angels of the sky
Chasing light that follows where those bonny angels fly
Upon his wings, John did rear
This mortal to a higher sphere
Shiva stood transcendent, leader of the angel team
Painted like the cosmos, with pallet got from dream
The true divine creator hid behind religion's fraud
His wisdom I the pilgrim do solemnly applaud
Then to cosmic churning to hear the wisdom of that ocean
In all its glorious commotion
The churning music sang to me:
No you, no I, only one heart, we

Passion is my Province
Bliss my Barony
Love is my Latitude
Death my Diocese

' Twas cruel to peep at lover's fate
As reaper crept upon their gate
The roses, wilting, as he glide
With eerie repose in his stride

Through the garden, in the house
A creak, you stir, begin to rouse
Affront with ghastly hooded shadow
For which now I a weeping widow

Did dream ferry you to heaven?
Was death a peace when it happened?
Did you walk through the veil that appeared?
To other world of perfect care?

My love I died long ago in my head
My ardour vanished, my passion spent
Brood in woe, scribe this lament
For neglecting to have mentioned what you meant

Walk the path of Beauty,
Righteously align thy Heart,
To Mary's wandering entreaty,
And let the truth of her Passion impart.

In the fullness of time the Truth runs clear
To those who yield to its ebb and flow
The riddle is resolved and the answer appears
Through percipient perception it goes
Beneath distraction and illusion
Lies the fearsome, awesome Reality
Through which the Truth's effusion
Goes with conviviality
We live to strive to know it's flame
For it casts light on our Heart's path
Disabuses the ruse and game
And heals in its aftermath
     O Truth, you showed me in bad health
     And brought back to life my truest self

All time stood still but yet within
Her elements: incessant motion
Creation's laws nature's devotion
Nature more illustrious than sin
Ten thousand suns blazed on in song
In realms untouched by man's endeavour
Where sage go waltzing through forever
With their brightest magic on
All time stood still in the expanse
Majesty of multitudes embodied
Whose bodies pirouette, I study
Enamoured of celestial romance

Much music is like magick
Stampeding cross the mind
Drumming up a rhythm rare
Which purest passion lies behind

Musicality’s parade
Is everlasting, dear
Each note is a joy, delight
Sensuous and sheer

I yearn to bond with melody
That medicine of muse
Which heals the tender malady
My spirit sore, contused

Illusion betrays with its edifice:
Forms always change and grow, they shift
In front of the mind’s swivelling, gimlet eye.
Reality is always playing
I guess to illustrate what I’m saying:
You’ll never twice see the same sky

So then, if we agree, it's good
That perception pranks us as it should
And nothing can be sure
We no longer have to live in suspense
Or dwell in ambivalence
Any more

I heartbeam at the universe
And throw off existential curse
Ebullient with cosmic joy
Ravishing pleasures sweet and coy
Acquired from Nature's purse

The heartbeam goes, from me to you
Through my heart a warm breeze blew
For having seen a soul so true
From deepest passion I take my cues

I live without regret or rue
And in the world I bubble, stew
The heartbeams are stronger than evils trance
Enamoured of the heavenly romance
I beam from me to you

Wondrous is the word that wakes
The slow and slumbering mind
To the magic of reality
Oft forgotten, left behind
Like letters sent from heaven
Words adorn our ears
Matter gleams with meaning
Wherever they appear
In earnest writers herd their words
In to magnificent parade
Treating us to multitudes
Of visions that cascade
Words can shock, surprise and snare
When you don’t know to expect them
There are more words in a human mind
Than colours in the solar spectrum
Words speak of possibilities
We might not entertain
Worlds are woven in to view
A tapestry aflame
With words we can make sense of things
With words meaning roves
But best of all words permit us
To communicate our love

The Moon is a Magician
Casting spells upon the sky
Adorned by sparks and halos
That enchant the creatures flitting by
Painting hearts with magick
Bearing them aloft, supreme
Defying Reality's rubric
With pallet got from dream

Arise! For Thunder hurls the bolt of God,
Flings far the arrow Zeus alone had had,
And Lo! Promethea has gold bold caught,
The World around her clad in glow of Light,
Dreams of a Dawn when one hand stir the Sky,
And one below, to tend to fledgling cry,
'Fear not, my little ones, the future's sweet,
With Joy's liquor that never dries.'

The Bengalis 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.

I write a little dirge -
To sanctify - bless
Adorn the soul in beatitudes,
Smooth her silken dress,

The music - to a paean -
Doth elevate the Heart,
Whose truths become clearer, ever clear,
Which sooth when they impart.

Why is thou, my Muse, bereft of care,
For all that my Heart doth hold in esteem?
To take a risk, perchance, to dare,
I divulged the diamond of my dream,
Of kin hearts united by love's native genius,
That knows not church or nation,
To labour for her treasure is a task grievous;
For she is meant to give with no ration.
Yet thou dost insist on our being cleft,
A fuel to incessant infatuation,
I give my Heart till there's nothing left,
In hope of effecting persuasion.
    But to thee no plea can e'er be made,
    Thou dost dwell in the jaded cynic's abade.

I saw the most unusual jewel
Of ruby and aquamarine
Its majestic hues had me in thrall
O Beauty unlike I've ever seen
Wrenched from the crown of Gaia
It inspired me to rejoice and sing
Of it's beauty, along to ancient lyres
Most cherishable of things
If I could stow away with it in my heart
I'd be the happiest poet on Earth
Enamoured of its beauty stark
It warmths the breadth of my heart's girth
    O tell me is there a joy as you
    O moving, magic ruby blue