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

The "World" is pure illusion
We're cosmic entities
The spheres beget profusion
Of life, in harmony

The spheres they twirl and pirouette
In celestial romance
For forever and a day
They, like ballerinas, dance

They are the source of music
That pours into mind of sage
Aligned to divine rubric
Eternal, never age

Histories like blossom unravel
The mystery manifests
In its truth we marvel
Its wisdom we digest
Traversing our cosmic destiny
With minds cast up to sun
Through us go thoughts and magic
The cosmic fires run
Atop the tor of passion
We blow in to Love's horn
Devoid of pain and misery
Of suffering relieved and shorn

The Nature of your Genius
Consists in - way - you see
Understanding - to expand
Life's coy mystery

Today I read the news on a captive,
He is sure he'll die, but I fight for him to live
Upon his captivity corruption thrives
Of love he has so much to give
We must for the redemption of his life strive

The Nightingale her magic makes
And places it inside
The hollow chambers of the Heart
Where Passion goes to hide
That sounds could knell out sweet as this
My parched spirit sings
Electricity is the medium
For those whose music rings

The Nightingale's sonorous song
In melancholy quatrains sung
In the heat of noon

Knells out like passion's music
Defying reality's rubric
With most mysterious of tune

Theologians - must be mindful
When drawing spirits map
For under souls geography creeps devil asunder
Seizes innocent - trap!

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

Mysterious forces
Act upon the heart
Stoking and kindling
Mutual rapport

Gravity of attraction
Compels statures to kiss
And dwell in sweet emotion
The trajectory of bliss

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.

The Poetry of Physics
Consists in energy
Mutating, moving matter
Transforming endlessly

Our joys are wanton, wild and many
And Heaven knows we tell them well
An Art suffice to fathom God
An Eye discerning convey Hell
In bars, in beats, in rhythmic magic
Beget a score suffice to woo
The Spirits of the Other Realms
Who will us through our Hearts to do
And through those Hearts we hone our craft
To live, feel love, to freely go
To Peace in destruction's aftermath
Searching for Rainbow, to and fro

The Poet turned his mind to Sun
Through which cosmic fires run
Alight! For every brazen spark
That stokes the spirit to embark
On quest bereft of destination
Human heart in throe, gestation
I ask: What mortal joy is grander?
Than to be rapt by light as you meander?

And raise thy head in reverence
To a flourishing, divine sight
Fanciful as Rainbow's end
Pure as a soul in flight
Fires of gold he saw, at a glance
Adding its zest to the spring's gay dance

Glittering in resplendent hues
From all across the spectrum
Much colours did his eye amuse;
He didn’t know to expect them
He stood and sighed and thought: “How pleasant
To see the world turn iridescent!”

Magic the moment when
In this realm of dulled perception
Where minds tick regular as clockwork
And thoughts and ideas
Never change direction:

Chaos and beauty collide
In a dance infernal
Hinting at the immutability
Of the universe
To the withered eye, exposed to the eternal

We’re blind men on the stairwell of life
Groping, reaching higher
Towards the source
Towards the light
Of the divine fire

Alight, alight! That honeyed bow
Wends through sky, celestial arc
Imbued with bright and cosmic spark
Light about her dims as colour shows
Vivid, supreme, rainbow's girth
Envelops all the world and sky
As tender creatures go flitting by
Bow blooms in to view and lights all earth
To Rainbow's strength I have aspired
And for her fine beauty: who conspired?

Alight, alight! That hallowed sight
Swims in to mind, borne aloft
On lovely, gentle zephyr soft
Harbringer of eternal delight
Fierce the luscious hues and hot
The blazing fury of the bow
The spectrum of joy I, loving, know
A soothing sight above my cot
In distant deeps she manifests
For her touch, I feel blessed

The Rainbow is a liquor strong

Inebriate of it am I

The Rainbow belts out seven songs

To serenade the lonely sky

That honeyed bow, ablaze, alight

Wends through sky, celestial arc

Dominates the air with majestic sight

Imbued by bright and cosmic spark

Blooms into view when sun meets showers

A disc of cosmic joy

Imbued with deep and magic powers

That enchant the day

With a light that makes the atmosphere shimmer
She is radiant, like a divinely wrought star
Her smile is wide and her eyes glimmer
Where has she been, has she wandered far?
Like a balloon being lifted to heaven
My spirit is buoyed by her presence
Her magick is wild like a heathen
I fear her becoming evanescent
Towards the wild, unchartered tracks
She goes, with divinest glide
Going with nothing but her sack
In to the world she slides
Named after the beauty of a continent
My words can't convey it, they are impotent

There came a Lover like a blaze

That raged ten stories high

And Love's marvel did our minds amaze

Beneath a Lover's sky

Enamoured of Life's wholesome dream

To Love before we die

To voyage eternity as a team

When we with earthworms lie

There is a world beyond earth's land

It's hidden in world's midst

To mystics it extends its hand

Bond in eternal tryst

Subtle in its incessant motion

Alight with divine power

The higher realm possesses force

To which the saints defer

The element of magic

Pours from the divine source

Where Reason rules magic's rubric

Is stigmatized and scarce

Energy cannot be seen

But lo, it still resides

The higher realm is a sublime dream

Which to Nature abides

There is nothing left of this Love but a hollow husk
All its fulsome fruits have withered and perished
Casts upon my heart a twilight, a dank dusk
For loss of all that's treasured, cherished
Availed of nothing, my Heart goes rueful
Disenchanted, in to the ambiguous night
At least in Love I had been truthful
Had dug deep and put in the fight
Now I verse on sunless sky
Bereft of its rivers and fires of gold
No enchanting sounds go like ribbons by
No magick in my heart unfolds
     But I think you have done me a favour
     By making sure this dalliance over

There's Witchcraft - in the Evening
As chariot - of Moon
Races to throne - celestial stone
That makes the poets swoon
Casting strange phantasms
Cross the dark - dreamy sands
As if the sky's enchanted
By Magician's wanton wand
We renounce rusty Realism
To bathe - dwell in Sky
Obeisant to Soul's debauchery
In which our spirits fly
    O magic, deep explosive power
    Blossoming like exquisite flower

There was a Doctor bright as day
Who, sharp, perceiving me
Chose the words to stoke my soul
And now it wanders free

Her sapience astounds me
Her message is supreme
I'm so glad her words found me
Messenger of Dream

There was a haunt - at my house -
The beasties came and went -
Put my self in bad health -
A heart dead before spent -
The jaunt did **** a spirit -
From whence the passion bled -
Lover don't go near it -
Cause it killed me long ago in my head -
There was a haunt - at my house -
I scribed demented on the walls -
But my squeal the mystery reveal -
Like apples in the fall -

There was a time immune to Man
Where Nature ruled supreme
Until History began
Which flattened Nature's dream
Love's lips sewn shut by tyrants
Conduits of evil
Whose strength the heavenly father laments
Estranged from divine will

Money was our downfall
Extortion made a virtue
Whose tyranny the mind appal
Corruption through and through
Night time of the species
Where darkness dwell and breed
Which swallows up the sky and seas
With vanity and greed

He talks in riddles wrapped in mystery.
The words are enigmas. They have history.
He thinks in ways that can’t be known.
His mind is wild and overgrown.

I never saw a soul so deep;
Spirit so fair; temperament meek.
His mind is free of any stain.
In these words he'll live again.

The Mind should always saunter
Like a Jacaranda flower
If the Mind is stationary
It stultifies and sours

Roving, roaming like a rainbow
An infinity in rings
The Mind is a wanderlust warrior
Most cherishable of things

Subordinate only to scholarship
I make a devout plea
To be ordained in mystery
Distil stunning sense from history
Subsumed only in passion
For the righteous truth
I find love, that hallowed action
With Beauty rare forsooth

Light is dying, my spark squashed, gasping for one last crackle
Made into an effigy of a loser by harsh hands, adorned with knives
That slap me in to submission
And cut off all the residual fat of my compassion
Till what is left of me is not nature
But a bundle of gray neuroses
And an acidic bitterness that dissolves joy
Words are my sanctuary
Words that convey affection
That, like magic, move in my ears and brain
It’s a game of roulette if electricity’s commute through the body is cruel or kind
I am constantly looking for another heart to mimic the light of my own, divine echolocation
I like compassion that isn’t thoughtlessly advertised
Compassion that isn’t just a slogan to afford faceless corporate monoliths an air of humanity, who all year, all around the world, wage war on human brotherhood and love
True compassionate acts are currency of a gift economy which creates a multiplier effect for optimal outcomes
The fine tuned science of solidarity
One day I will talk of depression in the past tense
And be an ocean of strength and prominent in the universe

Angel, angel, spirit true,
Blessed fires run through you,
What fine art could frame thy face,
And capture thy immortal grace?

On what distant shores or sands,
Do you work the magic of thy hands?
When Seraphim frolic on fair wings,
Does thy Creator sing?

What skilled hand, and what mind,
Could craft the beauty of thy shine?
And when thine eyes began to see,
Did you see the world with amity?

Where there's beauty, where there's love,
Can Seraphim be found above?
Where passion burns its fearsome sparks,
Does the Angel move in arcs?

When you were born of His imagination,
Did He rejoice in thy creation?
When your wings were finished whole,
Did He rejoice in thy soul?

Angel, angel, spirit true,
Blessed fires run through you,
What fine art could frame thy face,
And capture thy immortal grace?

These things I feel: that love is pure
One’s Heart the muscle of prayer
Love’s chambers behind Heaven’s door
Benevolent spirit dwells in there

These things I see: the dancing wilds
Faeries with bells and feathers on
A sanctuary for the inner child
Down valleys, in rivers run

These things I hear: the baby birds
Whose music never dies
Who sing rather than do the verbs
Voice deeper than the skies

These things I smell: freedom’s air
Liberty for all
Peace, the mistress who end despair
And dissolve oppression’s wall

These things I taste: the kiss of sun
Passionate fire of celestial disc
Through which the cosmic fires run
For which Icarus pledged risk

These things I know: that life is love
That nature is a hymn
Sung to flights of angels
Those glorious cherubim

The Sky, discordian, like a Gong
Went shifting subtly by
The miniature Birds flit along
Going gaily through the Sky

Crescendo of the summer
Enchanting the Ear
Satisfyingly complicated
Mysterious and fair

And like an electron whirring on
The bumblebee emits her song
Out of the hive, around the trees
Much pollen is a treat to please
Borne aloft on fragile wings
Soaring bee: the best of things!

Amidst the summer’s fragrant scent
The bumblebee from heaven sent
To dutifully incept the seed
That makes the world with colour bleed
And like an electron whirring on
The bumblebee emits her song

With eyes of brilliant, discerning sight
With sinew of glorious strength
With spirit that traverse at length
We grow accustomed to the light

With mind that discern itself so free
Once conquered by the dark that wakes
Inside hearts on path of regretful mistakes
We move through world so seismically

With wilful wits - our gift from God -
That triumphs over innocence
Makes a seasoned soul of you

Our sublime destiny we applaud
Borne aloft by divine sense
For blessed fires run through you

The Sovereignty of Consciousness
Is scarcely attained
By path of self righteousness
Ego above all else raised
Freedom of the mind consist
In passionately selfless domain
Doth the whims of vice resist
Indulge Love's mutual refrain

On wizened, ancient sands a riddle
With which it helps to start from middle
Told on demon tongue with ambiguity
Answer concealed with ingenuity
The words are mirrors to the truth
Nonetheless, the truth, aloof
One feels the Sphinx trapped a snare
To beckon foolish souls to lair
Eternal plaything of her mouth

With Lion's haunch, and human head
The Sphinx from which the riddle bled
She is treacherous, cold and callous
Spiteful, sour and merciless
Devouring those who aren't suffice
To understand, they pay with life
A spectre one never wants to pass
For devoured are the uncynical, uncryptic class
Because the gods and fate aren't nice

One by one - the stars go out -
Light falls - out of the sky -
To and fro - in eternal dance -
They live - fated to die -
For stars cascade - one sees clear -
Natures hand - her divinity -
In harmony of the fiery spheres -
We see and feel - infinity -

The Sun begun to caress the sky
As Lovers do with palms
She threw her warmth so beautifully
It could inspire psalms
The Butterflies did ballet
Over yellow daffodil
Tainted by enchanting pallet
Which fills the eye with thrills
The birds go questing for treasure
With little luscious beak
Engorged on Nature's cache
Before Southern wind they seek
     O blessed spirits of the Spring
     Through medium of you Creation sings

The sun inside me is dying -
Fires running dry -
Cosmic flame of divinest spark
In my spirit's sky -
Slowly losing lustre
Sullied by the world -
And my foolish blusters -
To a devil I have shilled

The sunrise is a symphony
Its cadences birdsong
Conveys a cosmic harmony
That rings around the earth, along

Chase the winds and follow,
Where those bonny breezes fly,
Like a homing pigeon,
Accustomed to the sky.
The wet, cold days will soon give way,
To brighter ones as Spring,
Metamorphoses to Summer,
When flora and fauna are King.
The Sun's a fiery sermon,
Precious Truth in it,
Giver of life,
Earth alit.

When I went to work I was but a child,
And so I did not get to wake to go wild,
In mirthful song, "cheep! cheep! he-he!"
So I sweat for you and sweep your factories.

My best friend Anushka, who lost his left arm,
Because the factories don't care if we come to harm,
"Hush little Anushka for pain does not last,"
"It does; they want me to work twice as fast!"

And yet he was blessed, that night in his sleep,
In to the realm of the Angels he peeped,
All children he saw them, at work, at their looms,
Captive and caged in the satanic rooms.

Stooped down from Heaven, a god with a foot,
That stamped on the walls till they were dust and were soot,
Down valleys, in rivers, the children rejoice,
Filling the sound of the Earth with their voice.

God, speechless with Love for their souls, so bold,
Enveloped them in his aura of gold,
The zephyr divine for which Saints forfeit vice,
Given freely to children for their being so nice.

Anushka awoke, and walked to work for miles,
Over the valleys and over the hills,
Though the factories loomed, Anushka did not fear,
For he possessed what tyrant does not; knowledge that God is near.

The thing that ever hurts,
Beyond all compare,
That blasphemes against Heart,
Stokes - a little tear,

"Don't talk to me of Love,"
Thus slander - slay a babe,
To Love is Human, I do it well,
Could do it for an age,

It strikes me that you esteem me,
As less than Human now,
Because to Love is Human, I do it well,
But you'd rather the tallest tree to fell,

And condemn me straight to hell,
The righteous mind appalled
You can't be half as passionate,
As rumbunctious and wild,

As you are half-pretending,
If you **** the sparks of Love,
You took aim, intent to maim,
A gift from God of turtle dove.

The time is now to listen
To the word of ancient gods
Midst broken, battered souls goes the light
Between them it patiently plods
Imploring them with light of truth
Which dwells in interstices
The realisation will quell and soothe
The scars of spirit's vices
Hand in hand goes God and Love
Touching with its fire
That strikes like bolt from above
Infusing with desire
    Striving towards the truth we go
    Dreaming, rocking to and fro

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

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.

My fairest friend, alas, I have to tell
A song that conveys all the woes of hell
For Justice stands betrayed, she cruel defaced
By devils who the evil path embraced
A trial in London that hath been designed
With predetermined outcome, is aligned
To empire's creed, bereft of conscience, wills
To make the world a playground for war shills

Foes are ignorant of truth's superior fist
The cogs of empire turn and Peace resist
The people slumber, sent to sleep by lies
As devil sings deceptive lullabies
But one free will is stronger than machine
The spirit of free will is evergreen
The people yield enlightenment free thought earn
In them the cause of freedom rage and burn


And must myself lament the hero's pain
I long to see his demons slaughtered, slain
Amazed at his philosophy, in awe
His suffering makes a mockery of law
I weigh his case, see he is innocent
For my society's persecution of him I lament
But time will vindicate his name and he
Will be remembered for all of history

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

The truest dream which came to me
Came violent and supreme
A lucid dream upon a beam
One without a seam

Drenched in golden aura
A goddess came to play
Dancing wild, by this meek child
Before the rays of day  

Before I could embrace her
She winked and disappeared
The elephantine goddess
For whom I had revered

Of her I am enamoured
Of her I've grown quite fond
The fire in my art she is
Stoking divinest bond