The nature of her art is in her wits,
Sure, sharp, subtle and coy,
It soothes and raises beleaguered spirits,
Who doth her comic arsenal employ,
To batter down the barricades,
Of seriousness and solemnity,
Though raucous her jokes are ever made,
In the spirit of love and amity,
Stoicism petrifies the soul,
Makes it alone,
Converting passionate spirits,
In to sombre heart's of stone.
Reticence is good enough when feelings start to dip,
But humour is much better for stoking comradeship.

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

For demos, future free, the hemlock swigged
Travelled East, to mysteries discern
Stokes the flame of knowledge, fearsome burn
Shines light where darkling night had plagued
Sauntering, ballistic, through the town
An infantry of ideas stomping by
That doth imagine, map the cosmic sky
From his fine mind, wild, overgrown

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

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

Morning sparrow, do not fly
But stay aside my stoop and sing,
Your warm, effulgent songs of joy
That give your life to everything

Sing about the sparrow's world
For friends that are gone, rapt in flight
In their skies all love shall soar
And burn its fire through the night

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.

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 -

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

The sky bursts in to catherine wheels of molten colour;
The moon ascends to her celestial throne;
And stars sprinkled like diamonds on nature's diadem
As the city slept, oblivious of splendour.

I have no thoughts, no hopes, no fears
My mind drags down, dumb like a weight
It’s dulled too much for good ideas
Try once, try twice, but I can’t create;
I lift my head, yet heavy with torpor
No light, no logic penetrates
My life seems like its losing ardour
When I’m born again, make ardour innate

Status - wealth - symbolism
These tokens make or break
Elect a soul to different shelves
On path of society's mistake

As in chess - King dominates
Tenements - for pawn
Barracks - for the brigadiers
From whence the battle born

Of royalty - the stripe beget
To any aspiring regent -
They come even in Labour sometimes -
Suzerains of Parliament

But a rose is anybody whose heart harbours -
A love of life and all it's creatures -
Considering the bards to be teachers -
Corbyn most exquisite of preachers -

Status - wealth - symbolism
These - tokens make or break
Elect a soul to different shelves
On path of society's mistake -

As in chess - King dominates
Tenements - for pawn
Barracks - for the brigadiers
From whence the battle born

Of royalty - the stripe beget
To any aspiring regent -
They come even in Labour sometimes -
Suzerains of Parliament -

But a rose is anybody whose heart harbours -
A love of life and all it's creatures -
Considering the bards to be teachers -
Corbyn most exquisite of preachers -

Your pure heart is the only completely true object.
I long to plant a flower in it,
Watch the beau blooming beauty
In high regard -
Sparks of passion, astir in my gut,
Blazing

Fury without direction,
Fierce the luscious hues
And hot

This nebulous,
Cloud of stardust, this bright
Thunderstorm of Love.

My Heart came alive again today
But it was only a tease
Nonetheless I soaked up the magic
Until the moment fleed
I learn you've learned about me
Though you've only heard one side
Nonetheless that you jumped to attack
Made the magic in my heart die
Nonetheless I'm still enamoured
Just of the world beyond your snare
I'll go dreaming, rocking to and fro
Finding a spirit my wounds to bear

Strive thee - to snare a poet?
Unto thine bewitching hands?
Ferrying her - on sweet seismic seas -
Right - to passion's sands?

Dare thee to trap - between thine teeth -
A riotous - sensuous belle?
Whom for portent - plotting - had been beneath -
Plummeted - to hell

Did thou fathom a sadness?
To sense - a sorry fate -
Insidious - incepted cruel -
By hate - insatiate -

Dwelling deep - in divine dalliance -
Immortal thou - with sublime friend -
Heart commit - in solidarity and alliance -
Truth heaven dare not forfend -

A confederacy - of Love -
We are citizens - betrothed -
Seeking light - on which spirits rove -
To eschew hell we loathed -

Passion - our province -
Bliss - our barony -
Love - our latitude -
Divinity - our diocese -

From holy beat to holy beat
Thou write the hallowed score of Love
Wherein souls’ flight like turtle dove
A journey commit on humble feet
Thy house is care thy throne is bliss
Alight the lives of everyone
Where we are one if we are sum
And see the sunshine as a kiss

I have never loved like this before
The aura I can tell
Suffice to conjure Eden
When I alone with the devil had dwelled
Spirit, heart at war

You have come to me before
Long ago as fantasy
But just as I yield to that dream
That devil went to war
And put past to my Heart’s ecstasy

I did not think this could be before
This flight of fledgling love
But time hath shown an edifying door
Forever in ascent Heart roves
Forever: but can we delight once more

The skies are more vivid than they were,
The trees are all in bloom,
The apples are all ready,
A sight on which to swoon.

The tulips put on their brightest shade,
The grass a silken dress,
Ready for sunny escapades,
Which sad worries suppress.

A sun of bright and blazing fire,
Embroils deep with my desire,
Summoning me to its embrace,
Kissing with its warmth the hollows of my face,
A smorgasboard of molten colour,
Beckons at me, summons me near,
I become swept up, in hurricane,
that rolls and waves across the plane
of one reality in to another.

'Tis here where spirits dwell and brood,
Feasting on fine celestial food,
On wings, a sight on which to swoon,
Beauty, whose time is e'er noon,
The Faeries with the Earth embroiled,
Gestating deep, sunk in soil,
Words are whispered by the trees
Life is flowing through the breeze,
Without care or toil.

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.

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

Surprisingly with no disdain,
To any caring soul,
The world deprives its children,
Of being fed and full,
The wealthy widow passes by,
The priest remains unmoved,
Alas, I guess, to get their bless,
Thine soul must be approved.

Stealthily the spring has arisen
Shuddering from Earth's cold prison
Budding bunches of Leaves astir
In wild song, the new bees purr
Vibrating as they please
At most peculiar frequencies
Circling the flower's girth
Doing sacred work of Earth
Sun kisses wan, pale cheek
Outwits the darkness, bleak
Begetting warmth to tender creatures
O, Sun, the glowing crown of Nature

Stitches endowed with love and pride
A tapestry of folks, stride on stride
Up holy Mountain, Lo! Gold peak
Entertain not the evil that speaks
For an endless mile, an endless week
As through disperse paths humanity makes
Errs, mistakes, but to freedom wakes
Up the valley of indigo lakes
To castle on a cloud as world peaks
We love, we speak, kiss cheek, kiss cheek

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

With haste and alms went I to temple of Love,
Wherein consists veritable treasure trove,
Laid wreaths, scattered devotions all around,
Sewing purest blessings in the ground,
A haven sculpt for lost, beleaguered souls,
Hungry to connect with one and all,
Aphrodite's figure she compels,
Music which from spellbound spirit knells,
A line queues up with psalms suffice to praise,
The Beauty inside her which doth amaze,
Blessed to be touched by her rays,
Adds Beauty ever soft to darkling days.

Peace in life living people the all imagine.

thank our lucky stars for sentient beings
who walk silently between us with tender treads
in to our soul self seeing
weaving magic threads
that unite our souls invisibly
imbuing in them a gentle flame
that marks the soul indelibly
and gives it a golden frame
the compassion of the mind is clear
when i think of all that people have done to help
me reach the truth, i'm not there yet, but i'm near
its hitting beneath my scalp
to sentient beings i pledge my song
may their blessings pour on down
rousing and waking the sleeping throng
who in lies drift and drown

Compassion is accentuated by the prism of Love
The beauty of her touch a real stark shock
So please, Love, upon these feelings rove
And with silken hand at my heart knock

Show me the spectrum of human emotion
Show me the manifesting dance of bliss
Show me the meaning of pure devotion
Show me how to yield to passion's kiss

Once we agree to go that perfect path
We win at the Heart's vocation
Fixing our souls in the aftermath of Hell
With fine and exquisite action

That sweet - amazing sound
Articulate on luscious tongue -
A riot most illustrious
'Tis begging to be sung -

Is the descant of Love
Oh, enigmatic snare
By which both the fools and saints abide
For eternal delight dwells in there

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 Angel - always cared -
Never left - like absentee -
Reveals thine Heart as in Love's plan -
Blesses grace to thee.

Each one of them to Love's light devote,
Haunt realms from whence the Devil was smote,
By caring, concerned, superior hand,
That works magic on distant shore and sand,
Floating souls to God's shore like little boats,
That bob upon Love's ocean, float,
Waving magician's wanton wand,
They reveal the world as in Love's plan.

The artist aspires to be fluent in divine fire
Harnessing heaven-sent power of the mind
To render images of Beauty refined
Which to the splendour of Heaven aspire

Their fierce visions of immortal forms
Yielded by labour to the canvas and the page
The most supreme visions remembered for an age
Their nascent art of devil's illusions shorn

Their bodies of work are cast in charming light
By the rays of Heaven's sun illuminated
Divine fire sets the human mind alight

What fine art could frame God's face
Divine creator, spirit true
And capture his immortal grace

In a house as lively as an elephant's heart the artists dwell,
Where they dream in lucid streams upon a beam,
Where their magic and their passion swell,
Which bears aloft their art supreme.

Inside its walls bleed molten colour, adorned by light,
Immortal, transcendent music plays from wayfarer's hands,
All joy and all love soars in there, eternal delight,
As if the place enchanted by magician's wanton wand.

Alack! The time is running thin
To spread the word to kith and kin
That evil ruse has wooed the land
Despite us waving benevolent wand
The evil chants and makes its din

We will surmount this evil yoke
That doth the sweet heathen voice choke
And dwell once more in dreams bespoke
For being rapt by truth I shook

I fell head first in to revelation's book
And didn't like to have partook
But to truth I must be faithful, devout
And malevolent schemes I must query, doubt
And babble their story like a brook

I saw him not in suavest suit
For he is coy at a disguise
And disguise is mastery in that place
Infested by swarms of spies
Those wretched parasites on haunch
Of Beauty who inspires lullabies

He sauntered 'mongst that drifting crowd
In worksmen's clothes and cap
A pair of aviators on
To beguile the crowd perhaps
He cocked his head and stared at me
My heart swooped soared and clapped

I never saw a man so sweet
As he, eyes' charm potent, intense
Gazed upon this pilgrim rapt
Her heart filled with awe immense
And with every step her Love increased
Put past to reason, sense

I chained myself in soul and body
To him, my kinship flame
And was wondering if so his malady
Would become less tender, tame
When I sensed his drudgery, demise
Was a baron's law, endgame

Oh Lord! The very glow of Love
Seemed then to wither, die
And a chasm opened in my Heart
As wide and deep as sky
My soul was barbed with thorns of Christ
To think of Him with earthworms lie

To think of that Heart hunted, hung
In tyrants grim steel net
Sullied my very own with pain
Not even sight of him could abet
Dolorous I sobbed and screamed
Till my cheeks were red and wet

To **** the man who loved the world
So much he staked his soul
To bring down tyrants castle
Whose oppression the mind appal
But his heart forever beatific, bright
Have pilgrims rapt in thrall

That he loves too much may be his sin
Some others too little, theirs
Their truths sell at an ugly rate
His for free he shares
Knowledge for the masses true
Not a tyrants wares

Meeting in the canteen at lunchtime
Laughing at our immature jokes
The girls in room five
They know how to jive
You know they were the most unusual folks

Lord you know we were lucky
You know blessed we were
The way we were happy
Oh sweetest Lucia

Went to college in different cities
Mind disorders ate me alive
Lucy P called to say
I hope you're okay
You look like you forgot how to jive

Lord you know we were lucky
You know blessed we were
The way we were happy
Oh sweetest Lucia

Got the train to Kent to see Lucy
Lady enrolled in the arts
If we weren't friends
I'd go round the bend
Jealous of her marvellous smarts

Lord you know we are lucky
You know blessed we are
The way we are happy
Oh sweetest Lucia

Grown up now we rare see each other
Buried in our separate lives
But when we meet up
We swig from the cup
Yeah soon we remember to jive

Lord you know we are lucky
You know how blessed we are
The way we are happy
Oh sweetest Lucia

When we are old we'll be married
Maybe having tea in the day
Those girls from room five
Who knew how to jive
Yeah I think they really turned out okay

Lord you know we are lucky
You know how blessed we are
The way we are happy
Oh sweetest Lucia

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

I have an angel, I have a Seraph!
My guide within me like a heart
It’s solid, sure, for I know
It never leaves, it won’t depart
It lifts my soul, bright with joy
Everlasting love I see
My eyes are opened up to all
That’s written in eternity

I wore my love upon my sleeve
but ******* bear the pain
love then was not my soul's reprieve
'twas only my demise, disdain
which I dared voice, a poorest choice
friends left me cold in rain
and now those friends, but memories
bade goodbye in this refrain

I held him in highest esteem
despite my tone of spite
which only for the loss of love
who set my heart alight
our minds had kissed in wholesome tryst
but to other he take flight
so I drift upon the mist
in the dying of the light

I yet still wear love on my sleeve
let ******* knock me down
ones to gloat rather than grieve
as my misery buzz round town
it may be time to up and leave
but for heartache I have grown
the bigger heart? worn on the sleeve
as the judges deign to frown.

The Body asks gratification - when -
A pall - envelops soul -
A prayer asking to start again -
That praises cherubim in thrall -

A sleep - no one wants -
A memory of nightmare - suffocate -
Screaming - incessant - haunts -
The girl he willed - to hate -

I picked - an arsenal -
To deliver - blow -
Till friendly - intervention -
Banishes - weary woe -

One later day - I hear -
It call out once again -
Stokes more than little tear -
But I fight it with my pen -

In all truth - I am star -
Not a consumable item -
Think in fathoms - imagine far -
A bloom atop a stem -

Hearts desires - precious -
Should be from hex protect -
By love precocious -
To her I'm genuflect -

This is the clarion call to wake
And set right the path of world's mistakes
Transcend the bars behind our eyes
That teach us to alienate, despise
In the truth of Love our spirit quakes

The true belief consists in care
Not some lofty, haughty air
That induces children to despair
And beckons them to evil lair

I can see the darkness in your stare
And the anthem of evil in your blare
But think not that you'll win the fight
For we'll throw the book of eternal delight
You couldn't dream of what's in there

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

The cantering word astir on the breeze
Doth the children and the bards ears please
Awakening souls to revelation
A sweet and sure and true sensation
That doth righteousness appease

These are my words. They are chosen pained
To make potent and powerful my refrain
My poetry strives and works to train
My mind to sing to relieve world's pain

For hacks have thrown it down the drain
So I want to see their plans slain
This is a paean to the life of the bards
Who learn to deal and play cosmic cards
To see evil lost, the end of the bane

The Cherubs in their glory sing
For the heavenly father's delight
Aspiring on golden wing
In epic, elegant flight

Delirium of Heaven they
Convey in angel song
Zooming under suns fierce rays
Which casts aglow the angel throng

And not a Devil could repress
Their liberating tune
Anathema to darkness
Descant of the noon

A dream goes drifting like a cloud
Across a sky of molten colour
Enveloped in divinest shroud
Gestating for infinite hours
Until harnessed to consciousness
Yielded to individual mind
Brought in to focus by inquisition
Some dreams are mean, some are kind
The individual and collective psyche
Wrestle for dominance
But they can be harnessed to harmony
And brought in to concordance
It was known to Jung that thoughts are sung
By more than one sole spirit
Symbols and ideas magically wrung
It enlightens one to be near it
It's just that one must be aware
That thoughts transcend one mind
If you try to perceive the ether there
Untold treasures you will find

Besides me there's a charming figure
Who makes my spirit feel brazen, bigger
I don't know from whence this soul came
But for its presence my own feels brewed, aflame
Paths that cross on Heart emboss
A truth that soars like albatross
My morbid mind is struck and sparked
By piercing way their spirit harked
Each word knells and impresses

But deep down I have sharp perceived
The rankest thing they have believed
Constructing of me a shallow image
No suasion to show them it's a mirage
The rumour's rife, it can't be helped
To be given that X I could have yelped
They regretfully think the tragedy is me
When it's that they wallow in falsity
And think they have me scalped

The cost of civilization in a glut of greed
Bears catastrophe upon the innocent
Buried, but resilient like fertile seed
Into day from dark ground find ascent
Hell's hills trees grow putrid leaves
No mortal could surely withstand the stench
Under their canopies the victim crawls and weaves
As they shiver, shudder, blench
The judgement of stricken posterity
Will not be kind to modern Kings
Who condemn us for barbarity
Stoked by the rule of imperial things

Till torture, greed and war have been outlawed
Society to evil will be wed