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

I wish I had a Peace in which to hide -
Like you - to whom my truest words abide -
I'm at your side, Love, I'm at your side -
Forced by rejections of my entreaty to in you confide -
No excuse for devils cheer and chide -
Nor his darkling, evil tide -
Be the Love that imagines wide -
And be at my side, Love, be at my side -

I woke and saw - that life was love
The Magic - of my Mood
Stimulates - the noble work
Of stunning interludes
If all I knew - was Music
I still ought - to be content
To learn from passions rubric
And sing - a sonorous lament
Sounds - unchartered - as oceans blue
That churn like liquor of Love -
Only to my own refrain -
Am I permit to hear a treasure trove -

I woke for wonder, but hardly was,
Accustomed to the rays,
Of fierce, majestic Nature,
Her dazzling displays,

I queried quiet why I had not,
Facility to perceive,
The multitudes of Beauty,
In which the Saints believe,

And so, as babe, with awestruck eye,
I strode in to the festering view,
Of manifesting Nature, and I wake
To watch the world in bloom.

I wonder - do I count at all?
Or am I just a speck
On the infinite tapestry of the universe
In longitudes outstretched

For looking in one could be forgiven
For centering the self
But such a vain obsession
Will put thee in bad health

Be looking outwards to receive
The beauty of the world
Dwelling within Nature's show
Her majesty unfurled

I wouldn't be a poet
Unless I had been touched
By the bolts of melody
But I've had the poets luck
Paying my libations
At altar of the muse
Refiner of perception
Disabuser of the ruse
Attuned to visions nil perceived
By slow and slumbering eyes
Enamoured enough to court belief
For visions of divinity
The poet has ruminated
Her license to be awed
By the splendour of her surroundings
A bug with no known cause
Her incessant thinking turns her to
The subjects of her wonder
The sea, the earth, the moon,
The voice of bards, gods thunder

I wouldn't be a prophet,
For the future is not a real thing,
I transcend time in sound sublime,
When I let it be and creation sing.

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.

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

O Children hear me: F**K THIS ****!!!
She shouts, her protest a ribbon on the breeze
Sorrows and injustice have angered her a bit
She wants to see the world sail on fairer seas
Writing sharp entreaties she labours hard
Her words and wits are serious and sure
Each line is a deal, plays a card
Each one making me hunger for more
By the bolts of melody
Her mind has been stoked and struck
Her music soothes my malady
She's had the poet's luck
    O go ever on, roaming, waxing, raving
    The renegade bard who dwells by the avon

I saw a sight! How it can fright,
A vision of immortal delight,
That I was guarded by a flame,
That shone like mine, one and the same.

When one day I screamed at night,
It guard me with transcendent light,
When that day at night I screamed,
Of Angel true I glimpsed and dreamed.

And he spread his fiery wings to invite,
Me to climb and take soul's flight,
I soared the airs, climbed heaven's stairs,
Free from earthly woes or cares.

And he flew me through the universe,
Light banishing existential curse,
Suffice to say this Angel's gift was art,
For painting with passion my hankering heart.

You awed me when we both took flight,
And filled my heart with fiery delight,
At first contact I could rejoice,
In that sweetest, kindest voice,

You saved me from the valley of death,
And gave me Love in Love's dearth,
You are my soulmate, my twin flame
A light like mine, one and the same.

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

Oh, my flame, how did you come to doubt,
The light of you to which I am devout,
Be enamoured of faith a little more,
Trust your human hands have God's gift raw,
Dreaming is a gift given to all,
Imagination hath us rapt in thrall,
Its suppression the righteous mind appal,
Imagine the people, imagine them all,
Thy laurels and thy psalms are sweet devotions,
That stimulate my heart in loving motions,
Love to fathom pure and wide as oceans,
Transcends border, language and nation,
The real Beauty, not me, but people's tongue,
Through which dreams of freedom sweetly sung,
Forget not angels going in disguise,
The poor and sick, to them my lullabies.

Joy - is tasted best
By those - adjust - to sheer bliss
At her behest
Enchanted souls make - wish
Joy sets daily in West
Ferrying to zephyr - divine
Accustomed to its wine
Joy - forever mine

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

A goddess filled the day
With her transcendent light
And so with her I was on my way
In an epic flight

Kali was her name
I offer her my awe
She seems to offer all the things
I am searching for

Wisdom, peace and blessings
Love and laughter too
I would do well to dream and dwell
With this goddess true

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

"Faith" is the leap for Liberty,
That gifts one with her torch,
To bear upon the face of time,
Leave her with light schorch,

"Faith" beguiles and makes the Heart,
Lose itself immersed in bliss,
Overwhelmed with passion
Touched with light of Love's kiss,

"Faith" keeps face in the embrace,
From god, nothing goes amiss,
Restoration of human race apace,
If in "Faith" we would have tryst

They say "Faith" is a belief,
Held uncritical, unthinkingly,
But I am a friend of angels,
Who keep me informed, made me see.

O Lord have mercy on our souls
Stoke their dampened, dying coals
Sooth them with thy grace deluxe
Our souls are fragile to thy touch
Let sweet Lady Grace slide through mind
Sleek and suave her step, refined
Her fire makes the hearts go wild
In every little laughing child

The Torch of Lady Justice
Burns burnished in fires of gold
Borne aloft by her sublime stature
Awed by magnificence to behold

And sweet was her hymn music
And Angel was her name
Who marks the soul indelibly
Gives it a golden frame

Unto her head held high
Never there be shame
So I sing her lullaby
To set her heart ablaze, aflame

My heart is heavy, hunted, hung
It shatters in my broken breast
From which a bitter dirge is sung
Of sorrows to outrank the rest
I strain my brow as reaper comes
No paradise in life or death
Just the haunt of devils drums
O Jesus save my breath

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

In an iridescent aura a hippie angel came to me
Enchanting me with a ticklish, infectious laugh
I am enamoured, my heavy heart clamours
Woozy in her magical aftermath
Her dreadlocks frame her enchanting face
Etched with curves of compassion
An image of accentuated grace
Which sparks my heart like nuclear fission
Prithee Angel, be my guide
Enamour me of your wisdom
By your truest words I'll abide
Let me in your passions kingdom
O hippie Angel I love thee
You are the delight of eternity

Your tuneful aura had me in thrall
Doth disarm a cynics wall
Inspiring with his March of peace
In him the light of love apace
Rainbows shine in spite of faith
Suns blaze in spite of eyes embrace
The world is good and good is true
And more good for the life of you
You are a beacon of hope and joy
Could inspire the rise and fall of Troy
With heavens light imbued
For your tuneful aura this one wooed
More callous souls to you rude
But in their bitterness you never stewed
Because, you, borne aloft, on aspiring wing,
Lennon lives, fated to sing.

Touch my Geography
Fathom my History
Trace my Heart's Geometry
Kin souls in symmetry
Love is a fair free revelry
Souls can't grow in battery
To you devote this flattery
Dream on a beam in poetry

From my heart a plan was hatched
To envelop you within its care
Our sensibilities perfectly matched
To thoughts of you I became attached

Envisioning sweet unity
Where pure hearts are kith and kin
We'd be steeped in loves felicity
Touches searing like electricity

One, together without a seam
Going hand in hand
In words I yield these distant dreams
That overwhelm like floods and streams

But indifferent you spurn me
To continue casanovas chase
Inspiration turns to apathy
And I don't write this happily

Divulging this is indulgent, I know
But I have to let my feelings show
When hearts are spurned you have to learn
And let go

She will bring you treasure
If you let her fly
And spread her bejewelled wings
Against resplendent sky

Borne aloft on gentle winds
They sweep amongst the stars
Going ever gracefully by
On gentle zephyrs

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

Oh, life is as a song
Now that you’ve arrived
And whoever your amazing beauty
Chiselled, sculpt, contrive
That finer mind nor sweeter heart
Couldn’t be by heaven conceived
While I lament the years sore spent
By men wont to deceive

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.'

Lover, to me, you are like real magic
And also yet like lucid logic
Abiding by exquisite ethic
Making me feel alive, beatific

My neurosis makes my words like bile
I understand if you find them vile
And if you want to run a mile
But I'll be sure to rue a while

Hope and Love are the truest feelings
All pray to them, in devotion, kneeling
Beneath their layers I am peeling
And am ashamed of the anger I'm always feeling

Like this is music made,
With passion and a snare,
A riot most illustrious,
Whose melody wanders far,
Whose sound attracts and captures,
And overwhelms and plays,
And goes round head in rapture,
Remediessly for days.

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.

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

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

Nobody cares for this little bird,
Flitting alongside the stoop,
Singing of Love most effulgent,
With songs that never stop.

Only the clouds will miss her,
Only the sky will grieve,
Only the sun will kiss her,
And will her soul's reprieve.

When fate ferries her up to heaven,
Only the winds will moan,
Only the saints will protect her,
And for her loss of Heart atone.

Little birds
Thy tuneful songs
This city's noise
Has drowned in throngs

Were not we
In harmony
A union
From you to me?

For I cheep
And sing and feast
And lark and lounge
And play in peace

If love is blood
And heart and cell
And the want of love
Is hell

Then we are
A flock together
That bray and bite
At the city's tether

Long live love, for she is kind
A light that strikes and sparks the mind
Love is dove, she's peace and fire
On golden wings she aspires
She fathoms skies and soars beyond
Kindling a bond that's fond
Arms akimbo, I welcome Love
And frolic in her treasure trove

Love lives long, begets her bounty
Transcends language and country
A rhythm known to every heart
Incessant, with no end, no start
In her care I never falter
So pay my dues at her altar
Love is pure and rare as ocean
Love is life and life devotion

Lord of my Love,
Give me direction,
Teach me to strive,
For care and affection.

Tell me Love, wouldn't it be great,
If there were no pain to speak of, no bitterness, no hate,

Only love suffice to ignite,
A poet's heart to soar, take flight.

To dream of wonderful and beautiful things,
Take flight wrapped up in angels wings.

To laugh your heart out and dance in the rain,
To sing away sorrows and forget all your pain.

To live, love and laugh and of sorrows forget,
For life's too short to fill with regret.

No despair to berate, only Love and delight,
That adds colour and sparks to the slow creeping, night.

No need to shoot, to punch, to take aim,
To throw words like poison in to each others brains.

Each accusation canters like a runaway train,
Each one of them is my disdain.

O love, tell me, wouldn't it be divine,
If you could see truth in my own heart like in thine.

No cynical riposte which ties me up in brine,
But to the path of righteousness each word align.

I believe in a god who looks down from above,
who wraps all his children in laughter and love.

I've seen him with my own very eyes,
Soaring and sauntering through majestic skies.

He is most caring and he is most kind,
Who plants the healing flower in everyone's minds.

He is the one who will shoulder our pain,
Wherever we find dismay and disdain.

Raising his voice above the evil throng,
So all on the earth can dance to his song.

When we are down he will send his affection,
and make sure it's received in our direction.

LOVE, it is, is not a lie,
Repressed as it may be,
For Love hath scattered Hearts in sky,
In divine revelry.
Morning gloom may thunder in,
But this will come to pass,
The roses bloom nevertheless,
In Life's hourglass.

Love - befits a poet -
'Tis becoming - to a Babe -
Exquisite - as a sunbeam
Doth rage the fury blaze

Love deducts a penalty -
To those who doubt its truth,
Its wisdom and magnanimity,
A kind of beauty rare, forsooth.

Love is a living, breathing thing,
Let it be, cherish its wings,
Celebrate her mind, adore,
Her kindly eyes, which give child awe,
Love is the fattening pear on the tree,
That gives its bounty generously,
Love is the Rainbow; no start, no end,
Love is the sublime, cherished friend,
Who treads with soft paws light over the Earth,
Pleasing all creatures the breadth of its girth
Love sings at dawn when the birds all rejoice,
Filling the sound of the Earth with their voice,
Love's the way, to start each day,
Palliative to despair, dismay
For Love's companionship all souls do dare and strive,
With grateful thanks for her being alive.

Love I died long ago in my Head,
And grievers came and went,
Were laying flowers softly,
For Heart dead before spent,

They shed their tears for aeons,
Held funerals, sang a dirge,
Carried my soul in little box,
To rest on Heaven's heath,

But they rejoiced to see me,
Sent up to bells of God,
And to come one, under the sun,
With the Angel squad.

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

Love is a perfect work of art

Coveted, a priceless artefact

That represents the spirit of the Heart

Which finds revelry in Passion's fact

The birth of Love is a moment of beatitudes

Where ten thousand suns blaze on in song

That light the sky of Heart's latitudes

Where Divinity resides on horizon along

And so cherishable ardour blesses me

Borne aloft to my cosmic destiny

By human Passion pure and free

Love is a realm is of experience that must not be repressed
By the dictums and strictures of Reason
On Love's planes the luscious light of passion manifests
The flower of mutual care in perennial season
O'er the planes on cantering hoove
Go the loyalists of Heart
By emotion stirred and feelings moved
Perceiving compassion's exquisite art
Towards setting Suns they rove and rage
A torrent of torrid blisses
Love knows what is best, she is sage
Her percipient insight never misses
     On what distant shores or sands
     Does Love work magic of her hands

Love is divine fire
Breathed from the mouth of God
She is cosmic passion
Which from the ether pours
Love is dove
Pure and rare as ocean
She takes me to her treasure trove
And I walk soft in that golden grove