Two eyes of flaming majesty doth stare
With divinity from hallowed face
In her the luscious light of love apace
Flame struck in hearts to vanquish fear, despair
For unity we strive and duly dare,
Imbued with cosmic Passion raw and rare
By hardened, lesser, callous Souls sly smote
But we the babes to lust of life devote

To love the world is very wise
Such treasures in her heart
The sun - the sea - the moon
Tis magnificent art

Lady, belle, beau babe, my muse sublime
Thou art a cavalry of lightning bolts
For whom I surge of passion duly felt
Suffice for paeans sung aloft through time
Could I, the pauper, with a broken pen
Trace thy magnitude, beget fine oils
Weave tapestry of beauty artist wills
And, inspired, paint thee once again
Angel painting my heart in cerise
You art a spirit over moon
Swoops by sun, up to God
At noon a sight on which to swoon

Strange thing it what a shame it is
That friendships puzzles grow
That friendships waver, go amiss
That friendships chasms grow
The seismics of companionship
As, tectonic, we churn apart
Me, in climes, where snow doth drip
You, luxuriant, in summer's heart
The tiger, you, outpace my cat
As nature owns the plan,
I in laziness stretched, sat
You busy historian
But tectonics bring the rift
Full circle once again
Back the tiger and cub cat drift
Hearts never cleft in twain

I traced the darkling dens of life
To tiger's terse dismay
And felt so little of her strife
At first when I danced through the dying of my days
Hedonism pleased me so
I put it first for sure
I thought men with silly games
Were what my Love was for
But tiger suffice to inspire rebellion
Take arms 'gainst tyrant men in war
Love her to the power of a million
As cub cat flees the door
And nature owns the plan
As she and tiger on the tor
Put an end to silly man
As, illustrious, they roar

Tomorrow - packed up - going -
Never turning back -
And I - with sad skip - bereft of happiness -
Sing lovelorn - alack-
Because my voyage destiny -
However ludicrous it seem -
I incite my spiritual mutiny -
To dwell deep in diamond dream -
Magnificent that two hearts lived -
Each other to humorously hack -
To love is human - so we give -
Our perfect care when hearts turn from gold to black -
Fraternity - condominium -
Synchronicity of Love -
That heart, which were compassion -
Itself acknowledged pain on which I rove -
That Destiny which angels weave -
In which I dared to believe -
Send blessings I wear upon my sleeve -
Hell suffocated - in heaven I breathe -
That Past which bleeds of colour -
Is not enamoured of the day -
Thirteen was the hour -
An unenchanted way -
Of union who forfends -
Will never discern truths -
Towards which I sublime wend -
With beauty rare forsooth -

I talk in tongues that rise to mind,
The muses spill their rhyme through time,
I see in symbols I cannot speak;
Much madness from this broken beak.

No energy to waste on sleep,
The world so bright, its wilds so deep,
Each voice becomes a singing bird,
Articulating song in words.

I live to seize the moment
I live to seize my joy
I live to reap the blessings
For the girls and boys

I'd leap at the horizon
Beat wings against the moon
Touch bonny rainbow on and on
As its fierce fires bloom

And all rejoiced to see me,
Sent up to bells of god,
All at one under the sun
With the angel squad

To sing of Love, of Purity and Bliss
Of Beauty lived, through philosophies of heart
Tis poetry to see sunshine as a kiss
For my pen testifies to sun rays art
Let poets cry for love, in their cry passion
My lines aspire to crystallise love pure
Like ocean, and as rare, laws of attraction
Work twixt hearts that crave for more amor

Towards luscious light of love I go
Atop the truest steed
The journey has me rapt in throe
My spellbound spirit bleeds
All that we know of Truth is Love
Devotion to our heart's true bliss
On that feeling our passion roves
Enveloped in Love's kiss
The forest of my desire is ablaze
For being touched by desire
Heaven's fearsome, furious rays
Most divinest of God's fires
    Towards luscious light on truest steed
    I go compelled by my Heart's greed

Towards the best tomorrow
We struggle, but not in vain
Transcending pain and sorrow
We smooth balm on hearts cleft in twain
Towards a path unchartered
Towards a better way
On a mystery quest we have started
But truths will come clear as day
Over dales of desparation
And through vales of vagaries
We search the sweet sensation
And bow to Love on devotional knees
I search for my companion
To go with me upon my quest
But I can always go without them
I'll still strive towards the tomorrow best

Towards what goal does thine arrogance take you,
Except for the destination of solitude and disgrace,
All I asked was what skilled hand could have made you,
And perfect their craft with the art of thy bonny face;
Nay, you call this purest passion wanton offence,
That I halt my Heart as it hurls at you, you say I must,
But for my time, affections, no recompense,
Only the ghost and ghoul of a lovelorn lust.
On Love's green and resplendent pastures,
I had been innocently frolicking, grazing,
But for sound of thy gun I haste to a departure;
To a void in the sky, from a supernova blazing.
A lamb of passion, with Love imbued,
You saw me weak and made of me food.

A lover drifted in a dream
Over Gods sweet and sinuous rills
And paddling down that purest stream
Chanced sight of dancing daffodils
He stood and sighed and said how pleasant
To see the world turn iridescent

His eyes enchanted by the hues
That sparkled under truthful sun
Revealing with disinfecting rays
Things through which cosmic fire runs
Givers of the life the earth and flame
As lovers of life we are the same

All souls were they enchanted by
The dance of flowers which rebel
To drink up lightning from the sky
A bloom to vanquish concrete hell
Inspires song when eyes revolve
Upon that sweet gestating salve

To you - my word and deed
The truest ones abide - devote
To you - my hungry heart -
By lesser, callous souls smote -
To you - my gestating gaze -
Fixed on thy face - beauteous smote -
To you - musical arrays -
Learned by Heart by rote -
To you - entreaty of passion -
Imagined by a babe -
To you - a love unsullied -
By ravages of age -
To you - my spirit rallied -
Enamoured of a sage -
To you - clamouring paean -
Through which rages fury blaze -

Thunder bolts stampede across the sky
As Sun rides chariot, till night bestow
Iridescent, dreamy, heathen glow
The birds and stars go roving grandly by
Is this thy house? Realm of eternal song
Where begging to be sung above the throng
Angels score of God with lust belie
Olympic torch could not sully thy flame
Diamonds, all of them, don't halt thy shine
Flower of thy passion eludes spirit brine
Where devils dogs suffice to maim

One day I will become a beautiful siren
Cascading bright, adorned with pearls
Capturing souls with sonorous song
Most bewitching of the magick girls

Moored atop a craggy shore
As enchanting Noon is awash the sky
Beauty of the Sea, by poets adored
My spellbound spirit flies

Its pays me swell to sit and dwell
Awaiting fresh visitors from fresh horizons
One day I'll become Siren and transcend hell
On my tongue a song emblazoned

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

He dwelled in ancient, precious sites
His spirit swelled and bubbled
He knew no longer of his pain
He knew no longer troubles
He danced and played across the globe
Around, along the ways
Robust, he strolled, wild and bold,
For the rest of days

A treatise on my Love, for swelling babe,
For whom through me God's inspiration rage,
Could I, the fool, ever come to see,
How one is made as beautiful as thee?
Saints and angels privy to that fact,
But I the eyes of Heaven surely lack,
So I guess it must be leap of faith,
To worship art that framed thy fragile face,
Imbued in it an aura of sweet grace,
Betraying Heart with life of Love apace,
Thou art a rainbow that sweet serenade the sky,
With coloured light where bonny angels fly,
Could I, the novice, paint thy vision true,
In a hue that does justice to you?
Gift me love, with your precious peace,
An angel painting my heart in cerise,
Raising thoughts of care to pains release,
And the barbs of misery stop, to be they cease,
I am amazed and stupefied in awe,
Of angels irresistible to adore,
With them one does never want for more,
But in ignorance for more we may implore.

This a tribute - to the time
Before invaders grim
Murdered divine song sublime
That chant of cherubim

Pity, peace and mercy swell
Inside the devout heart
We'd do well to dream and dwell
In hearts exquisite art

You my friend my lucky heart
The dazzling fire in my art
If on me the devil starts
To his head the pain of hell imparts

The exquisite evangelist moves no more,
Midst silence and solitude she dwells,
And heartache upon the barbs of lovers,
Has given poet bruises that deadly swell.

No divine pleasure, joy without measure,
As generous as her sweltering song,
Since the sublime, immortal power of Blake,
Hath any voice lifted itself above throng.

Rapt in throe, the discerning one,
Doth transcribe thrills in to verse,
Doth sweetly scale the heathen vales,
Till we lay flowers on her hearse.

Passion blossom sunk in soil,
Churn with Earth, dance of life,
Power with the earth embroiled,
Inspires worship of sun's rays,
Tigers of life, nature's loyalists,
Leap in to the horizon, bonny flying,
Rebels from the heart outwards,
As fierce hot and beaut as the bloom.

I woke and saw that life was love,
I stood akimbo to the sun,
I felt, a spread of joy and light,
A truth that soars like turtle dove,
Within the Infinite spirit roves,
Becoming us as I steal in,
I can't fight back the joy I'm feeling,
Love's aside my stoop and sings,
Effulgently, for everything.

There is nothing to fear, we are all one god,
The Self is a myth, the Inifite: our home,
There is nothing on Earth quite as exquisite as you,
Listen to the universal joy of the cosmic song,
Don't ever give up the bounty of truth,
It's amazing to be alive in the Universe,
The cosmic churning is magnificent music,
All the world is love and light.

He feels and writes like he has the heart of Ganesh,
With his mind I want to have an exchange, enmesh,
A flower with love's light imbued,
Conjures word, makes it spirit's food,
This is his time, all time is his,
O Beauty, I beg you, tell me how do you see the world like this?

The scrolls of history attest
To the errors of the Lords
Who come equipped to crucify
The shepherds of the hordes
They do not see that sheep are blessed
They do not feel with heart
Nay cold they think to raid the nest
But virtue will impart

Troubadour of the city, whose entreaties have me captive
Thou art a devotee and loyalist of heart
In thee I see the genius of Love, a passion native
Activity refined, most exquisite art
Meandering o'er streets and greens
Goes troubadour, sauntering to inner music
On a path of fire and passion the melody careens
Imbued with cosmic tune melodic
At the loom of my life the troubadour weaves
I wake to go wild upon the call of Love
Each dalliance one of the falling leaves
From life's wizened tree, her blossom roves
     O troubadours thy melodies make
     The stained and sullied spirit wake

She's a troubador, singing for love,
Like a town cryer you will surely find her,
Down in the precincts, sat at the ice rinks,
Sculpting and showing off her soul's fire,
She's a troubador, singing for love,
Like a preacher, she's a beseecher,
Down in the precincts, sat at the ice rinks,
Sculpting and showing off, her skills as a teacher.

You can tell her from her song,
A divine ditty,
It sings true and pretty,
That lifts itself above the throng,
Singing to the children,
As the adults go blithely by,
Like they do when they hear a bird in the sky,
The adults are absent minded,
Spiritually blinded,
Playing games,
But the children are kindred,
They see her flames,
And dance in its fire,
To the adults' shame,
They dance along to her lyres,
Who among us can say they came?
To witness her fitness, suffice to inspire,
Love and eternal desires.

She's a troubador, singing for love,
Like a town cryer you will surely find her,
Down in the precincts, sat at the ice rinks,
Sculpting and showing off her soul's fire,
She's a troubador, singing for love,
Like a preacher, she's a beseecher,
Down in the precincts, sat at the ice rinks,
Sculpting and showing off, her skills as a teacher.

She's writing alone,
Typing madly in to her iPhone,
Catching snippets of her mind's moan,
With inspiration at the fingertips she foams,
Half-assedly rolling smokes,
******* hard when she's taking tokes,
Finding ways to crack jokes,
Taking aim, cussing blokes
Taking wide and long strokes
That *** a whole in one,
She's not serious she's real fun,
A sizzling, smoking gun,
Who runs with the sun,
All at one,
Says it all yet there's so much more,
Can tell she feels it raw,
To love, pity and adore,
She begs the children and implores.

She's a troubador, singing for love,
Like a town cryer you will surely find her,
Down in the precincts, sat at the ice rinks,
Sculpting and showing off her soul's fire,
She's a troubador, singing for love,
Like a preacher, she's a beseecher,
Down in the precincts, sat at the ice rinks,
Sculpting and showing off, her skills as a teacher.

They say the Truth will set you free
And banish you from dream
The Truth strikes ceremonious
In to cave like sunbeam

Truth is symbolic of the quest
To honour what is real
In her name the Drs assemble
Defend her and appeal

But beware for sham chicanery
Can masquerade as truth
Advancing over Reason
On brash and brazen hoof

Beautiful she is, I know
But not all that's sold as Truth can be trusted
They tarnish her name with their games
And throw a stone at justice

Illusion persuades by coy mimesis
So I never dared to host the thesis
That our love was never real
My world gets filtered through a warp
It bears no semblance, the truth distorts
Where the spectres of madness play their deal

Now then you might think it's odd
That I could entertain the fraud
Of a lie that's whispered in my head
But there's a multitude of phoney speakers
As they grow stronger, I grow weaker
And the resistance to them in my mind drops dead

So I ask: are we kin, darling, you and I?
Or do you refuse to be an alibi
In this cruel and cosmic delusion
Nothing changes for all the desire
You're still not here, I'm still the liar
Suffering a truth contusion

Yet we often cross our paths like two wee duck
And when we do I thank the gods and luck
Praying that we will cross again
But I've learned our paths are a parallax
Like the horizon, or train tracks
Love is lax; we end up cleft in twain

Now you, I made "you" up inside my head
So now I want you somewhere else instead
Put you where you can't torment
My porcelain psyche is fragile, cracked
and broken. All the odds were stacked
Against us anyway: Call this love's lament.

The sky leans down to laugh, the trees uproar
It's impossible to tell who's laughing more
Or if the laughter's even true
Yet in unison the world mocks me
For the frivolous, foolish flight of fancy
That pivoted footloose between me and you

Now exit love this prodigious charade
My best laid plans have been waylaid
It's time to call the curtain
But if there's one thing that I've learned:
To stop my heart from getting burned
I should be more cynical, uncertain

' 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

'Twas long and low - that grief of mine -
How barbarous - it struck -
I could not fathom my way out -
With reason - or with luck -
I could not bear - to live - like that -
My Love ashamed - admonished - me so -
How thoughtless though - to strike a blow -
And try to Heaven go -

'Twas magic in the gloaming
That soft, enchanted light
That ushers colour out of day
Salutation for the night

I would leap at the horizon
Beat wings against the moon
Touch bonny rainbow on and on
Through which fierce fires bloom

'Twas summer of the spirit

When angel called my name

Kept whispering into my mind

Until I saw his flame

Delirious with passion

In an eternal dream

Which never goes out of fashion

Blissful and serene

Dream but one dream for me in thy drifting mind
Regard me as the stars, as heaven's pearl
As hazy, day wanes, night drenched blue, refined
Ferry visions, lucid dream upon a beam, of this girl
Patient awaits her Love, to seize his soul:
Would magic, fires of Heaven adorn thy sleep?
Dream ocean fathomless, 'nowt quench the thirst
As floats on water maiden, passion nursed
Aggrieved by ****** troubles, of endless deep
Yet her Heart a flower, of rosy revelry
Beget uneasy in twilight to the man
Of her passion's honey offers him a dram
Dream! Of me, a pearl atop a clam
Beget to you by God, with loving palm

O Angel, thou art my twin flame,
Two beings of love and light who art the same,
A Beauty I want to loudly proclaim,
Because of which my own wings became,
O twin flame, thou art a guide
To which my truest words abide,
A valiant warrior at my side,
A peace in which I want to hide,
O spirit guide, thou art judicious,
Yet coy and mischevious,
Never are you devious,
But to your virtue they are oblivious,
But on your blazing wings Earth takes flight,
And finds truth in immortal delight.

My twin flame, he knows how to heal,
And stoke kinship feelings most real,
I wish I could in return manifest his own joy,
I sing for blessings for the sublime hippie boy,
He creates a band of love and protection,
Clamouring care and affection,
Embracing me in all directions,
My Heart imbued with passion's inflection,
My twin flame, we are united,
From tyrant's kingdom interdicted,
But even for him we are not blighted,
For our Love set Children's hearts alighted.

My twin flame and I, we are in sacred union,
Two souls joined in reverential communion,
Two Hearts enamoured of one another, embroiled,
Painting Hearts with colours royal.

My twin flame and I, we are in sacred union,
Two souls joined in reverential communion,
Two Hearts enamoured of one another, embroiled,
Painting Hearts with colours royal.

Two kindred souls went out to play
And danced under a ray
Of fierce, majestic nature
Her dazzling display

At once - together - they unite
In kingdom of kindred hearts
Free from reason's curriculum
Which regiments when it imparts

If muttered in to tortured ear
Love's words can raise a soul
In to the light, which stole thunder from the night,
United the two with one and all

Under Love’s fruitful canopy
Are blessings raining down
Like leaves, a pleasant panoply
In whose fathoms I could drift and drown
The kind canopy protects the heart
From the punishing lash of elements
If from under Love’s canopy you should depart
Your life will lose lustre in increments

Angels convene with mortal souls
And mortal souls with animals
Flowers round the world mix sweet
With the bitter soils

Nothing is indivisible
All things linked by divine thread
So if all spirits seek to meet
Then together we must tread

See the trumpets touch Earth’s ears
And hands reach out to creatures
No Rose could be forgiven were
It to disdain its bacterial teacher

And moonlight winks at Earth
And sunbeams kiss the sky
Tell me: what’s this divinity worth
If you see me, and pass by?

Yours is the music of the mind, sonorous and sweet.
The sound ferries me to your kingdom. I rise up by your side.
An old flute spills seismic song. It is enough to transfix me.

Yours is the force that put the spark in matter,
The hands that sculpt, making me less inert.
Your lively palms are akimbo to the sun.

The light that kisses the sky is yours too.
The balmy moon begets her glow. She is remote,
a pearl disquieted by treads of men. She gyrates on her wild axis.

the moon was up in aura gold                                                                                suffused the night but in the tower                                                                          blockades light by windows old                                                                                 maketh for a gloomy hour                                                                                            which crept upon the day by stealth                                                                          sunlight stolen by the flowers                                                                                          with mysterious magic they transmutate                                                                  light in to multitudinous powers                                                                             neath tower gold enchanted grove                                                                          far flung daisies roses bloom                                                                                     'gainst the dimming of the day                                                                               at noon a sight on which to swoon                                                                               and through the twilight darkness crept                                                                   as flowers bend their heads to sleep                                                                            yet light of day their treasure fuel                                                                               the fire and fury they get to keep

Stars, planets, galaxies and beyond
Divine creator beget his vision pure
To the design of Heaven correspond
The cosmos supreme is heavenly couture

The tapestry of time is stitched with care
The moment infinite, its blossoms rare
In deluges of light the stars sweet shine
Like candles soft in a celestial shrine
The planets swirl in divine symphony
Testament to God's ability

As the grand cosmic yarn was spun
Tapestry of all that'll be
Did our one plus one make two?
There love for you and me?

While worlds assembled, spun in to view
Hardy to futile knocks of time
Linger there creation's will that we
Upon Love's wings soar and climb

When dance of possibilities
In cosmic Flux contending for
Success to triumph, manifest
Were our one heart accounted for?

easier and easier
to stack, control the city's blocks
hard to bludgeon with futile knocks
'neath sewers whir and whir

if it's true that robot's do
and raise the tyrant's game
revolution will be aflame
when singularity starts anew

because when we master a tool
and when we master our minds
consciousness in a flash expands
in cosmic flow of one and all

society is evolving because
seizing algorhythms is our cause
editing out the hateful clauses
freedom shines in history's dark pauses

i was haunted and stalked by a stare
looked up your email and it wasn't there
stone in my stomach as i think what you'd say
of my faith and ideas, want me away

and even though that reflex is so hard to break
at least your smile persuaded me of a mistake
did you see an angel cry with a heart pure?
sobbing silent as you swung open the door

my style is distance, running away
but that's not a problem when you want to play
with your ocean eyes, in your hideaway
we'll vanquish hell and seize the day

It was a precious and a silent Love
That overwhelmed me tenderly
Toward a communion of hearts I aspired
Whose fancy I indulged when I thought of you
The little mercies of nascent Love
That bore me exalted to the Lord
For happier fortune, rejoicing in Love
Like airs from Heaven blown over me.

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

Now calling up to mind the Loves that hath passed,
They expired swift, as sure as I matured,
Will future years bring more hearts dreams,
From whence the inspiration of Love is bled?