Beyond the stratosphere
A majestic cosmos fruitions
And radiates light
That burgeons in the human heart divine
Despite being infinite light-years away

Beneath source, the final destination, the one and all
Young mystics ascend, their quest
Anointed with the approval of saints
Fully formed spirits pure as the core of a star
That transcend the transience of mortal incarnation
In their rebellious existence

Above the world, itself an illusion
Cosmic, angelic entities
A multifaith pack traversing a heavenly trajectory
Zoom, twirl and pirouette
In stunning array
Like light is to day

The order of the cosmos
Adhering to laws of nature
Themselves yielded partially to human knowledge in abstractions,
Theory, which, whilst awesome to behold
Eviscerates the spirit of the cosmos by objectifying it
And isolating it's elements in fractions
The scientist's sin

Their schemes have jilted and jaded the sky
Once supreme
The crown of a dream

Resentment is a malady
That ails a fledgling soul
'Tis dirge and not a melody
Hath righteous mind appalled

The ones who teach the hating creed
Are ones who often sneer and blame
To ones who were born with only Love
In Hearts that now bear shame

But they will triumph over hate
And romp to freedom true
With sweet seismic song inside
With Love's light imbued

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

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

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

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

Awake! Awake! Thy sleeping spirit shake
Rapt in throe of evil's dancing mistake
We're bewitched and hexed by hell
And the sounds of its princeling knell
To above from underworld's lake

We can arise. It will come true
A warm and enlivening breeze will through us blow
Our spiritual sleep we'll come to rue
And we'll plump our seat on truth's pews

The awakening will disabuse
The awful and offensive ruse
Our torch will swing in front of evils' face
And shine light on evil's hate and disgrace
For cosmic justice, we take our cues

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

One afternoon we went out to the river banks,
Adorned with paper and pen beside our flanks,
And we sat and wrote a river song,
That rung around the Earth, up and along
And opened our minds to shimmering sound,
Of tides' caress, which stroke parched ground,
We all dropped sticks in to the stream,
Who'd come first: we'd bet and dream.

Though I am from Nature alienated,
In River's play my Heart gestated,
Power suffice to create electricity,
But peace enough to find serendipity,
The River with Earth's light imbued,
Nurtures our soils and grows our food,
Without her we would be bereft,
Of life, of love, with nothing left.

A most radical woman named Mary
Has faith in the existence of her own innate strength
For her time, it’s an opinion most contrary
And maketh her many adversaries

She moves and mingles in circles fluent
In the lofty language of ideas
But she is still most incongruent
Her airs and graces lack, are truant

Like every literate liberal learning
Through diatribes of how corrupt Society is
For a better deal for all she’s yearning
Her passion for justice a beacon burning

Grows to detest privilege, rank and station
Those ghastly bars behind our eyes
For women’s rights she seeks vindication
Publishing a wild sensation

Its arguments are sound, sophisticated, sage
Giving elegantly eloquent expression to her thoughts
But the pamphlet nonetheless generates vast opprobrium, outrage
It offends the sensibilities and the mores of her cruel age

Saying Society enervates women of their strength replete
Mary’s verse is passionate, informed, incendiary
Saying women can be competent and women can compete
On the same plane as men, achieving the same feats

But such ideas are too advanced for the day they were incepted
They are vehemently beleaguered by the defenders of the realm
We will have to wait for centuries before Mary’s words are respected
It’s a tragedy it took so long for her wisdom to be detected

I am as old as mankind
I am as wizened as Yew
I am the pulp and the rind
I am the seedling that grew
I am the sweeping Starling
I am the albatross
I am the bard who sings
I am the Lord on the cross

I am the balloon on the wind
I am the sun's ruby fire
I am the treasure animals find
I am the ancient lyre
I am the undulating ocean
I am the magick of sound
I am the forest's motion
I am the roots in the gound

Mother of God
Immaculate Heart
Clothed in Sun
Exquisite art

Doth beam from you
In rays supreme
That spirit woo
With heavenly beam

Her wisdom pure
Succinct, suffice
Sweet, demure
Love apace

Her message arrives
Clear as Day
Mother
Let not souls be astray

Your fledgling boy
That sublime hippie
Sweet and coy
Makes hearts happy

Doth live in all
Especially John
I'm rapt in thrall
Of his Imagine

Immaculate conception
Was that tune
At noon a song
On which to swoon

May not the evil
Sully his light
It never will
For poets heart soars, takes flight

My eyes whirl glad, rapt in awe
Upon that darling rose of may
That budding sweet beyond my door
Doth **** the troubles away
Its beauty ever subtle, mock
Tyrants cruel and ugly hand
Cruel contrive to condemn the clock
But Rose in bud on oppressed sand
At noon, a sight on which to swoon!
Poet wooed, she deem
This Rose be no mere mortal bud
But Nature's crown craft by Gods dream

Smouldering deep in soul's retreat,
A fire with Love's light replete,
In every single spirit true,
Blessed fires run through you,
Surging deep from soul to hands,
That warms and heals the children and the lands,
Cascading bright adorned by sparks,
For sacred fire my spellbound spirit harks.

Beneath the visible lies sacred geometry
Aligned to ancient, divine philosophy
I lay roses for liberation theology
In awe of angelic ontology

Atheists scorn the divine realm
Deny the God sat at the helm
To whom I give much, many an alm
Heaven a grain of sand sat upon my palm

There is too much harmony in nature to elude design
It's bounties yours as well as mine
Operating by the power of nine
Through clouds and sadness it doth still shine

People proud with passion,
Immersed soul deep in the world,
Compelled to exquisite action,
In their hearts affection swirled,
Doing sacred work of earth,
Praising every flower's girth,
Shown the truest path unfurled,
Which disabuses the myth of material worth,
Acquisitiveness and walled enclaves,
Alienate our propensity to love,
Live, give, forgive, in nature,
It's supposed to be our hive,
Towards new day we, meandering, go,
Dreaming, rocking, to and fro,
We waltz through the flowering universe,
I communicate its joys in verse.

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

he tells the truth and tells it slant
with a comedic edge
but my problems with communication
drove between us a problem wedge
nonetheless his truths seeped in
and churned at back of mind
i can't believe i thought him malicious
when his urging of me to see the truth was kind
my sage soul evolution
i owe to his vivacious vision
i have to thank the gods
for our two soul's collison
my problems with communication
made me see a demon
when really he was trying to show me
how to make lemonade out of lemons
his natural wit and wisdom
are the reason i woke up
so in despite of all that went awry and wrong
i can still thank my luck

In resplendent, fulsome, luscious verse,
She the bars of destiny rehearse,
Upon sweet trumpet, lyre of the Gods,
Fathoms deep the Greek upanishads,
Sings for moon, and bonny girl, and world,
Writes lightning words which hath fate sweet unfurled,
With passion in to the stratosphere, she, hurled.

Sublime her descant rings in metaphors,
Surely irresistible to adore,
A diligent and lovely little scribe,
Grafting hard to gift the reading tribe,
Shakespeare's sister, from a time before,
The invention of the modern era,
When wonder subsume to money, war.

She is a rainbow warrior, sweet messenger of peace
Deciphering the exquisite ethos at humanity's heart
In her the light of love is apace
Her passion has no end of start
Roaming, roving like a rainbow
Most cherishable of things
Her heart is a wanderlust warrior
Her spellbound spirit sings
The earth her mother, she's at the altar
Blessing with her kisses
Enamoured of the natural world
She's initiate to its blisses
O little flame, I honour you
You are a spirit sure and true

Alas, my tortured brain consume itself
And I am left in poor and bitter health
Voices, visions cloud beleaguered mind
The nature of them sorry and unkind
Captive to the dread of them I cry
As the beauty of life surpasses me, goes by
I pray for more than what they do impart
For they diminish and poison my heavy heart

If you dissect an atom
To find out what is real
The mysteries of matter just multiply
science's sorcery revealed

If you diagram an eye
To find what makes it see
Your schemes will regiment
the muscle visionary

If you deconstruct a wing
To configure how it soars
You'll cut loose the muscles
On which hope aspires

I am the seer - who stands above
The trivia of life
Visionary clarity queer as love
I am one of heavens wives

You tempt me near - to you I rove
To relieve me of my strife
You prompt a dear turtle dove
Towards you I freedom dive

My mind runs clear - for truth I strove
Have face of girl not mice
I find truth dear - in spirits cove
Blessings scatter like rice

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

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

I chanced upon a melody
When first I did arrive
At a wizened, ancient tree
Song from creature blithe

It sounded like a serenade
A high and heavenly hail
How could such a tune be made
As the tender Nightingale’s?

Cascading notes adorned my ears
And pacified my head
Vibrating in memory
Where songs of past are thread

The spirits of the forest
All communicate in tune
If you’re lucky enough to hear them
Your heart and mind will swoon

Billowing like thunder
Except without discord
The epitome of wonder
Is a birdie’s chords

Fixed still, I was mezmerized
Focused on the sound
In a trance, I was hypnotized
But to heaven I was bound

Seven songs the rainbow hath
There seems to rise a show
For all Nature's spectators
To see her colour glow
Alight! Alight! That honeyed bow
Wends through sky, celestial arc
Light about her dimmed as bold she glow
Imbued with deep and cosmic spark

I talk to thee in viviacious verses
About how bonny, beautiful you are
Because your sparkling spirit nurses
My own from wide and afar
Your true Heart's bliss consists in joy
Seeing it in evolve in others
Diminishing the evil alloyed
To our spiritual siblings, kindred brothers
Shakespeare in love tells all the world
What he sees inside it's hearkening heart
When all the world's a stage
Love will strike down fear and get to play its part
    O Love, let me be the tender voice
    That lets the babes of the world rejoice

Warmth - of my affection - shows
A little luscious flame - glows
Will not be - by cynic - repressed
My flame effulgent - blessed
That fine - dazzling display -
Spirit's theatrics -
Crackling - majestic -
Like Chinese fireworks -
On shores of Heaven - I play -
Swagger on a word -
Though I met angel today -
I knew in my heart I was one of his herd -

Sublime creator, meditator true
In which the cosmic fires brew
Time adores thee and worships thine form
A God of mortal illusions shorn
Clear as sun, and day, and light
Irrepressible desires to take flight
With thee overwhelm the man who perceives
Thine presence, immortal as timeless seas

Fathomless mind, in which eternity contained
From which matter made mountains and wisdom rained
Such wilderness, the dunes of time
Make for an enchanted clime
To love, behold as children do
Their parents, for we dwell deep in you
From ground to sky you are supreme
Paint earth with pallet got from dream

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

Should I not speak a word, raise riposte high?
Would you prefer to topple me from sky?
Put me in the box, to chapel sent
The hour of my passion duly spent
Such ardour as is mine does not relent
Doth elude thy bitter, jaded bent
So topple me from sky, like jilted God
But know for me the saints, angels applaud

Should my wings yield before I soar
To irrepressible stealth of night
Sing for me to end puppet war
A paean of Heaven wrought
If feathers crumble, denuded of
Like Phoenix I'll return alight
Run like sun a whole not half
Graft on love's wing for earths plight

Should not I know what true love is,
My heart would not brood, nor syncopate,
In time with yours, for all our flaws,
The flower of my passion doth gestate.
Ah, the bitter surge of a poison word,
That courses, surges through my veins,
Sullies the ventricles of my devoted heart,
And doth inspire these melancholy refrains,
Whose worth to you be unintelligible,
For I am the Fool, captive on that ship,
But for Love even Fools are eligible,
For them even Love will stoop and dip.
     Two lifetimes of Love with errors replete,
     Still I writ this sonnet at your feet.

That silence comes; I want no more
O Lord! Let that bird sing!
Sat on stoop beside my door
Felt absence pitiable thing
Grieving friend have I become
In absence of fulsome and tender hum

I only hope he still in flight
Not culled before his time
For song symbolic of eternal delight
Magical and sublime
Sweet sparrow magnificent and divine
Does heaven know a song as thine?

I hope he perch in blooming field
Upon a study bough
In nature where fine treasures yield
As God goes with a plough
I bedazzled, as his beauties sing
Adding lustre to the spring

I love that song, that dazzling song
Who’d dare to **** it? **** them now
I heard it riot in the spring
I clap for it and bow
As gay notes fall around us sweet
With joy replete as we heaven meet

Slander me thus: that I know not love,
A truth wherein I am ignorant,
As if I chase a paradise, elusive, above,
My knowledge of her paltry, scant.
That I have too often been enamoured of superfluous passion,
Above deepest desire, is a view I can support,
But I too am capable of Heart's exquisite action,
I call that mutual rapport,
Which is a truth to which I am enamoured, devote,
Thy accusations do not sully my bliss,
Why my passion you chose to smote?
But I still know the light of luck's kiss.
    My sweet entreaties? Still thine.
    Though you're wrong; in Love I soar divine.

Slanted day - is hardly mine -
Whilst Devil plays at wits and wills -
To wrap my song in brine -
**** my thrills and to demons shills -

Did not anticipate heaven -
Dreamed through idealistic eyes -
Imagining a haven -
Where children are free to run and sing their lullabies -

In turn - his time will all ebb out -
As darkness - bleeds away -
Yielding to majestic skies -
As colour fortifies on the rainbow ray by ray -

Now I marvel at the sky -
As sunlight sneaks all day -
Yielding to majestic night -
As colour bleeds from day -

I'd leap at the horizon
Beat wings against the Moon
And touch the bonny Rainbow
Through which fierce fires bloom

I'd climb upon the stairs of heaven -
For a better view of Earth -
And behold her awed by splendour -
Of her gestating girth -

Our bonds immortal - as ancient gods -
Going softly with gentle treads -
Going magic between us -
Weaving golden threads -

No more cryptic wink ****** -
Blamed upon the innocent -
No praise for devils beat herder -
For him angels only sing angry lament -

So defile a goddess all you like -
But we regenerate like the sun -
Rising to fight like heavens knights -
Through whose souls cosmic fires run -

A little pang of regret stings
But why I do not know
For I do not buy the shame he sings
For having sold me low

The rulers of this realm, they wisdom lack
Their auras cold, of obsidian black
Never have they treat with pity
The underclasses of the city
When their tyranny resolved
As species we will grow, evolve
True democracy will take their place
Serving lessons in solidarity and grace

SOMEBODY LOVES YOU SOMEWHERE
MY FRIEND, SOMEBODY CARES,
AND TREASURES EVERY UNKEMPT HAIR
WONDERING HOW TO MAKE THEIR FEELINGS BARE
THE WEIGHT OF OUR INSECURITY
MAKES THAT LOVE HARD TO BELIEVE
BUT DON'T BE SO QUICK TO DISMISS
WHAT YOU CAN'T PERCEIVE
SOMEBODY LOVES YOU SOMEWHERE
MY FRIEND, SOMEBODY CARES
ALL JOY AND ALL LOVE SOARS UP THERE
THERE IS AN ANGEL AT YOUR STAIR
SOMEBODY IS THERE, LOVE, SOMEBODY IS THERE

So much of Life invisible
Worlds hidden within
Their imperceptible music
Leads to conclusion
Reality is more than can be observed
But contempt for Faith is bred
But what's brushed away as phantasy
Are phenomena through Nature spread

Albion, thou art my guide
To thy truest words I do abide

Albion, thou art a friend
My care for you has no start or end

Albion, your daughters sweet
Make my life with love replete

Albion, I see thy anguish
And in your sorrow I also languish

Albion, we will transcend
This pain, and make thy spirit mend

Albion, the peoples song
Will be sung, above the evil throng

Albion, this incantation
Is an immaculate creation

Albion, let me stand
On thy shoulders, to shout psalms to the land

When life is strife and life is hard
The elephantine child is cradled by the bard
And swung with glee from side to side
So passion and joy in his heart reside

Together they're forever friends
And for sins of earth do make amends
Traversing the fertile planes of world
They awaken souls to reprieve unfurled

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

With magick wiles the heathen girls
Doth the path of justice unfurl
Brandishing their torch of truth
To **** the evil spirits, forsooth
To redeem a stolen, pillaged pearl

All eyes turn round, to see the loves
And upon the naked truth mind roves
Our spirits are our treasure troves
Trodden down by bad man's hoofs

Our torch of truth their evil proves
With hearts of stone that can't be moved
We dance with torch and ward them off
On divine zephyr borne aloft
To go to adoring heavenly cove

Burnished yellow currency of wisdom
Know not indignity of an ugly rate
At which truth sells the knowledge felled
Genuflecting in greed insatiate
Destiny the West have spelled
Its hour is getting late
Let us hope the rising sun
For which we no longer wait

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

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

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

The songs of wizened, ancient lands
Doth ring on distant shores and sands
As Love the gift of Heaven doth send
Sublime rhyme, the bard transcend
Fathoming rainbows, touching stars
Begetting tender, sonorous bars
As Gods rage fury blaze in wars
Retold to history sung to lyres
For wisdom Sappho hath aspired
In awe of her splendour I hath desired
Poetess in Greece's mind embed
A fulsome passion flame of luscious red

Native genius running wild
Whirs in the mind of the inner child

You are as gorgeous as the Saint of Love
Thy mouth is the distillery of immortal gifts
Thy spirit bonny, beau as turtle dove
Pouring down treasures from the rift
Of thy mind's heaven, a paradise
A kingdom to me and treasure is
One peep in to its climes suffice
To foster deepest passions bliss
I quail and cry in the knowledge
That you hold me in low esteem
I exit passions magnificent stage
Ashamed for what I feel and dream
    O I had been uncynical
    But they gloated to see me fall

What did I know, before Truth, trundling, came
To preach upon my stoop, with sweetest care
To bring my mind and ears to be ever tamed
Enough to acknowledge truth so fierce and rare
The truth consists in Love, in Hearts, in Life
Whereas lies are a callous, cold industry of war
That surely as all spouses love their wives
Do conjure empty calumnies evermore
Until a prophet and a preacher pure
As Devil by stealth creeps upon them with knives
Yet sends back to hell that eternal bore
As Love and Life and Peace do thrive

The boy irresistible to adore,
Makes me crave for more amor