I don't know why I do as I do
I could be gentle, but my tongue
Turns Lover's heart from red to blue
In all the fury I have sung
From callous mouth, from bitter heart
Flies the jaded poison dart
I don't know why I do as I do
But to emotion I am true

I could be living, but by mind
Is bending to conform to molds
My mind no longer wild, it folds
The greying matter, not consciousness of gold
My mind is bought and bartered, sold
Not thing of Beauty to behold
I could be living, but my mind
Is with the matrix intertwined

As I loved, dear, as I loved
My soul was set alight, ablaze
I wandered oft in lovers daze
Love's marvel did my mind amaze
As I loved, dear, as I loved

As I loved, dear, as I loved
I walked beneath a Lover's sun
Through which the cosmic fires run
And in which we are one
As I loved, dear, as I loved

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?

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

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

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 times of old, when Man was young and pure,
Nature ruled the Earth, triumphantly,
Man lived in peaceful condominium, until War,
Took over, tainted Man, took precedency,
The conquest of the commons by the Lords,
Oppressed the spirit of Democracy,
The common wealth was stolen by the hordes,
Of soldiers, who betrothed to Tyranny.

Unto my Dream so cryptic - sweet -
Sweeps sparks inside Heart - soul
Endears spirit - scared - petrified -
To bleed again - rapt in thrall -
Dream's symbols cheered me up no end -
For being innocently sanguine - sage -
So pictorial a puzzle -
Through whence God's inspiration rage -
A wilderness of wonder -
To enchant us - for an age -
Excludes - dance - of demon -
Trapped babe in cruellest cage -

Whilst I was sat, indifferent, no care,
A golden aura drenched, suffused the air,
Behind me, felt the aura manifest,
Distinguished by its golden colour blessed,
An angel who'd sung woe for me, alack,
With gentle pressure rapped upon my back,
Showed divinest beauty of my words,
Said my poetry admit me to God's herd,
In time the angel said My name is John,
My cheeks flushed rosy, killed the pallor wan,
I could tell from his enchanted drawl,
The angel John had come from Liverpool,
Then he invited me upon his wings,
To meet the angels, listen how they sing,
Grafting for Peace, a team aspiring,
Rushing round the earth in golden rings,
The earthen angels with loves light enmeshed,
Their names were blake and Buddha and ganesh,
Shooting angel message like gods darts,
In to sad, beleaguered human hearts,
Then to meet archangels of the sky,
Chasing light where bonny angels fly,
Then to shiva, beaming, proud, supreme,
Painted with a pallet got from dream,
Then to cosmic churning, tuneful truth,
Knelled out sure with beauty rare forsooth,
To most of us the blessed truth, aloof,
But I listened, and wisdom I sure hath,
Beyond seismic ocean, something more,
A goddess, deva, Kali, beauty sure,
Against the demons in incessant war,
A goddess irresistible to adore,
She, the truest vision of myself,
Tis good I strove to fly to spirits health,
And trusted John to climb upon his wings,
For he I sing, most cherishable of things

Within this smitten heart thy name embossed
Cross chambers, ventricles at one time lost
No sentiment so strong as mine for thee
A bond as pure and deep and rare as sea
I know and see thee less than I would like
Still the bolts of passion my heart strike
To nurturing this kinship I attend
Eternally in awe of thee supreme friend

To raise voice high 'gainst tyrant, my intent
My thoughts, my words, my deeds are my dissent
Hath many ages he in bad faith reign
But soon will come the hour he is slain
For he cannot control or **** ideas
Although of rank repression makes career
Ideas, like lightning, electrify the mind
Which to a better destiny aligned
Than that which tyrant wills, his vision grim
Subject his kingdom to his wanton whim
But we of freedom shall begin to speak
For tyrant's power be diminished, weak

Valleys of Heaven, adorned with angels

And bright with holy spirit, which blaze supreme

Is the land of brilliant divine marvels

That manifest in decadent realm of dreams

Heaven preaches sublime philosophy, Love's virtues

A cosmic ethic, second nature to a sage

The divine rubric, which dissolves illusion's ruse

Rules across an enchanted age

transcendental yet details discrete
like flowers of things on a fractal tree
perhaps cosmic tree of life that we
climb up on wide ancient feet

It proved too difficult to bear the pain,
Of Heart weathered by attack of lovelorn rain,
Ferried to a destination cruel,
That does the righteous mind offend, appall,
Betwixt the loves I probing, searching go,
Dreaming, rocking, swinging to and fro,
Turning rocks, upending flowers for hallowed sight,
Of Loves raw ruby adorned in beauteous light,
But searching was the stupid thing to do,
For it was inside my heart that gift from Love sweet grew,
Who can call it treasure that one finds,
It's indelible, an activity refined,
That kindles in the fiery, impassioned mind,
And sings borne aloft on zephyrs for kindred kind,
Still, from him, with tears I fragile went,
The hour of my passion duly spent,
An admonished and assailed little scribe,
Writing dutifully to gift the reading tribe,
With tales and treatises of loves lament,
Bereft of touch of gift that heaven sent,
His paeans snared a poet, caught my boot,
As I ran through fields of joy in gay cahoot,
But he caught me only to slay,
The prize, and hold her captive to the day,
And smite her with a smear that she doth stalk,
For him, angel sullied by lie he talks,
Except it's true I chase the light that flies,
After angels as they go singing in the skies,
I only ever wanted to be bathed,
In that aura, so after it I tread,
But I gave up, tired of the chase,
And his words suffice only to abase,
And his empty crying of abuse,
From the one that he saw fit to contuse,
I thought I'd never frolic once again,
Beleaguered of the whole ****** thing with men,
But at the moment I had given up,
Heaven sent loves chalice, luscious cup,
Chased by suitor, ravenous as pup,
Could hardly count my fortunes or my luck,
Native of Love's consulate, embassy,
Doth with earnest Heart appeal to me,
And now contrition outweighed by joy and glee,
And I want him the world to see,
Whilst dangled on my proud, devoted arm,
Enamoured of his beauty and his charm,
Doth outweigh the devil's pomp and smarm,
For which this sorry babe came to grievous harm,
But now sweet entreaties I again refine,
To feel and fathom love and soar divine.

In modern times that boast of reason's rule
Still vulnerable we are to elect a fool
I wakened to bad government, remote
After England's masses pledged a vote
Shrieks of a slogan of three measly words
"Get Brexit Done" did dupe the voting herds
Piteous brave Corbyn in decline
Tasteful, precious as an ancient wine
The fearful onslaught of Tory policy
Which sought to purge the masses by degree
Did find no opposition in crooked Starmer
Who represents another centrist drama
But for Desire of the left we battle, quest
As Tories lady liberty ******
Their tyranny doth inhabit rotten space
Alien to compassion of human race  
I dare not take a look at their cruel schemes
That crush and burn our heart's cry, its fledgling dreams
There's wealth enough in England to children feed
Yet Rashford have to fight establishment greed
His fight put warmth into my broken heart
Which lost all faith, the Tories ripped apart
Ignoble are our leaders, lack in morals
Who with the bonny rainbow take up quarrel
Rise up ye workers, thou hast been deceived
The left of Labour by treachery bereaved

When in his Heart I put my faith,
And nested in his golden wraith,
I wakened was to my reward,
His Love, it's luck to be adored,
His passion strong, it wield the fire,
Burnished with colours of desire,
When to him my Heart did cry,
He did not his Love deny,
He nurtured me through my distress,
With mercy, pity, peace and bless,
I fix my hope upon his face,
Welcome him to my dwelling place,
Blessed by his grace, I am thankful to God,
For he lift me up when I downtrod,
Tis a pleasant thing, to be held in his Heart,
I will we never be apart.

Victory is tasted best -
By those tongues bereft of nectarine -
To masticate a conquest -
Requires flags on which to wean -

Who seized days Beauty caught in palm -
Who seized the bonny sun -
Who climbed upon the stairs of heaven -
Through cosmic light beams run -

As he elusive - aloof - or gone -
Lay distant from my hands -
I nonetheless salute his truth -
Which goes victorious to foreign -shores and sands -

Victory is Peace at last

Not ******, tyrant's whim

Freedom's flag upon Peace's mast

Suffice to inspire hymns

I pray for war's decay

But the cold machine

Dominates the day

Oppresses human dreams

Violet the flame of wisdom
That churn in font of time
Liquor of the moment broods
Dwell deep in dance divine
Making magic of my moods
Hitherto broken in brine
My quill to whimsys doth elude
Henceforth my sullied spirit shine

Vision is the maddest sense
It moves in detailed dreams
Conveying the wide world perfectly
As one, without a seam

The Elephant was shining bright
Bathed in visionary light
Blessing with her divinity
Imparting cosmic creativity

Visions of infinity
Enfold me and my receptive mind
I am immortal in eternity
All time lucid and refined

As all the heavens reveal themselves
And being rapt in awe
I embrace the higher realms
And voyage through perceptions' door

And when I flew through creation
Upon my guardian angel's wings
My mind soared in elation
As celestial beings in worship sing

Infinity thwart the transient
Adorned by immortal forms
Beneath the giant, divine tent
Of Heaven's sky, it is not torn

Of cosmos I am an initiate
It heavenly couture
To witness creation is my fate
A vision rare and pure

We walk the walk with wanton stride
And to the wayward path abide
Traversing the enchanted, magic planes
Hearing nature's sweet refrains
As in to her ***** we glide

This is the walk. See how we go
Dreaming, rocking to and fro
Taking us, both high and low
To Love, which raptures us in throe

Through us a magic breeze doth blow
And to ourselves the wisdom show
The walk of life is for the children
Who were born in God's celestrial cauldron
And who the goodness know

Walk the path of Beauty,
Righteously align thy Heart,
To Mary's wandering entreaty,
And let the truth of her Passion impart.

I wallowed deep in the depths of the stars
Fathomed long the glorious magic of all creation
And scribed it in these whimsical bars
To convey my incessant delight, mind’s elation
To have witnessed the cosmic path
Walked softly to that golden grove
Peace in destruction’s aftermath
John Angel rides in on his chariot of Love
Spells Peace in stars cross all of time
Decorated worlds with art of heart
With Beauty of irrepressible shine
And Truth strike hard like magic dart
Stupefied in awe I climbed his wings
And zoomed to stratospheres of heaven, God
The rainbows, omens of the Angel’s love
Their bonny music I in glee applaud
Fly on lightbeams to the start of time
Milky ocean meditates sublime
No dull reason suppress glorious rhyme
Have no fear, we are all one God divine

Art there a passage to the wilderness,
To go into the world, unfurled, my friend?
We'll run with the sun, under purple skies.

My feet are insatiate.

To and fro they go, dreaming, rocking to and fro,
With light, bright step upon Earth's pearl.

All the world is a treasure.

Betwixt which city will twin hearts cross.

Up which raggedy tree, reliable as lungs,
Under what soot bridge with portals to elsewhere,
I wonder, mind asunder, in what dreamy daze you dwell,
As we yield to fantasy, my love.

Our world by rankest plans hath been betrayed
For guns outnumber churches, battle bred
From Heaven's scheme Man hath erred and strayed
The earnest dream of worldwide union dead
God weeps to see creation drenched in war
A scheme that defiles nature, rare and pure

On the march of money, commerce, trade
A scheme that fills the human Heart with dread
The impulse of the human Heart decayed
Suppressed by scheme dreamt from charlatan's head
Artillery trespass upon Nature's dream
The wilds repressed, subdued by soldier's scheme

The soldier by lies beguiled is but a pawn
Played by men whose boots don't see the mud
Soldiers stake their lives for bitter dawn
Of rule by devils of blue, superior blood
The reign of the almighty sovereigns
Who strut and rule above, superior things

War is suffice for security
Unto the richest men
But only Libertine prevails
To start the world again

War deceives and says the pivot
Of diplomacy is knives and guns
Where epitome of justice
Is flower of peace under the sun

War is impotent next to peace
Where freedom is apace
But ignorance defends itself
For fear of losing face

War just means enrichment
Beget by blood and tyranny
But I have become a dissident
Oh freedom carry me

War superceded by fraternal love
War degenerate pursuit
The little flame inside our hearts
To brutality takes the boot

This world - beget by conflict
Where power runs amok
Its latitudes can yet be redeemed
By solidarity power mocks

The hopes of masses differ
Since our souls basically pure
To perpetual hell the tyrants offer
United we can put an end to war

I am the River's texture,
I am her magnificent roar,
I am her neighbouring pasture,
I am her troubador,
I am the magic of her motion,
I am the power of her sound,
I am the stream and the ocean,
I am the spray that surrounds.

I am the seismic current of water,
I am the surface sheen,
I am the river's daughter,
I am wherever she has been,
I am the boats that saunter,
I am the otters who swim,
I am the roots of the river,
Most cherishable of things.

We dance at dawn,
Till redeemed,
Frolic like fawn,
Dwell deep in dream.
The dance, though, not customary,
Our revolutionary feet,
Step contrary,
To tyrants beat.

The warmakers paint the world with a fetid fire
The artists fight back by painting the world with a fine fluent fire
The righteous, truest path inciting passion and desire
Majestic medley of peace sung along to ancient lyre

We take the baton and pass it on
Under the sweet and setting sun
To each other with light we run
Passing on the cosmic joy and fun

This is the song of serendipity
That incites the world to love and amity
That inspires an uncynical charity
And eternal laughter and the cosmic hilarity

We learn to forget
What truth begets
The transcendental blossom

We learn to deride
What flickers inside
The transcendental wisdom

We turn up kind
Then leave behind
The transcendental love

But turn out open
Where light falls
Through the cracks

What about the things,
We said we'd always do,
The ****** of the chance to try,
Made a spirit struggle, rue,

The thing that I'd propose,
If we really could;
Incite a riot to topple hate:
Let Love be understood,

But now we've cruelly been,
Divided, split and cleft,
Of mortal union - yet immortal still -
Yet of blood in veins bereft,

So I dwell in dream,
Of the things we never did,
In the ampitheatre of my mind,
Have those passions gone and hid.

What do we know of Truth, of Justice, Love?
Whilst calumnies of Ignorance prevail,
Deceive the mind of man, of woman, have,
We knowledge of the real to yield, avail?
All the pleasures of the Truth be shunned,
In favour of the seductions of Wealth,
Of Power, of Vainglory, agendas planned,
To rob the world of Beauty, Truth by stealth.

No fairytale can counter
What science has achieved
What's manifest is better
Than what begs to be believed

No doctrine can encumber
The forward march of Reason
Deepest wisdom consists
In truth's eternal season

No magick can outshine
The majesty of nature
She is fierce, sublime
A mezmerizing creature

When I - broken - lovelorn
One spirit fractured - bleak
I chanced - upon an art form
Your words in fact unique
Hallowed dance - of kindred hearts
I devoutly seek
Should we frolic - arm in arm
From my slumber - I'll awake

When I loved, dear, when I loved
My heart was mended in your hands,
You fixed it up with soothing bands,
That stop the ache I had from
When I loved, dear, when I loved

When I loved, dear, when I loved,
I danced resplendent in the sun,
Eternal life had just begun,
As endless as the waltz of time,
When I loved, dear, when I loved

When I loved, dear, when I loved,
There was a song that rung in the air,
All joy and all love soars up there,
There was angel at my stair,
When I loved, dear, when I loved

In a dwelling on Lake Geneva
In a dank and doomy room
The grandiloquent guests did their best
To pass the tedious time of gloom

To excite their thirsty imaginations
Byron suggested all write a story
He specified it must be ghostly
Phantasmal, or gory  

So Mary Shelley set to work
A most dutiful and diligent scribe
Scratching marks of Genius
On paper for the reading tribe

Invoking from imagination
She contrived a most appalling creature
But it’s not the one that you’d expect
It was the Dr’s conscience that was the most terrifying feature

The parable of men’s meddling
Is conjured fast as lightning
The potency of Mary’s vision
Is such it’s truly frightening

With tale sublime she renders the creature
A thing of neglect, deserving of pity
Her musings are so fierce, divine,
Her insights so wry and witty

For all his grand creations
Man is next to nature impotent
Only the latter is all-knowing
And omnipotent

Project finished, they gather round
To listen to the others' stories
After the test they decide Mary’s is best
She walks away with all the glory

So that is how our famous fable
Was woven in to existence
It was sublime and transcended time
And stayed in our librarys' persistent

When my time is over, and reaper calls

And I have ceased to breathe

I will live in waterfalls

In flowers, and in trees

Life is but an interlude

In our cosmic voyage

Such knowledge should all grief denude

As I turn to the next page

When once I found a florid flower
Upon wizened, ancient ground
I could not see a more curious sight
To amuse my eyes for miles around

It glittered and gleamed in hues resplendent
Of brightest blue and aquamarine
A beauteous vision most transcendent
The best and brightest of all I’ve seen

Without fine flowers festering
Upon the fields’ girdling girth
There would be no more florid blisses
Upon which to gaze as we roam the Earth

People come together
When sweet warriors walk on
Beyond the mortal veil
In to the ***** of the sun
We unify in memory
Of all that we held dear
In their personalities and characters
Made by separation oddly near
Sweet warriors are missed sorely
When they’re no longer around
With their passion they seize hearts and minds
Their words and deeds astound
But they are mortal creatures too
Inevitably facing life’s December
The best we can do for these sweet warriors
Is to recognize them and remember

When the Mind goes South - and wanders
In enchanting trance
Illusion is put asunder
Truth comes in wanton dance

It entertains - acknowledges
The poverty of soul
It's mysteries plucked one by one
Like Apples in the Fall

I sing but when the song crushed cruel
Heart cleft in twain for barbs of Christ
Imagines cage to be forever immortal
From which no captive soul desist

The flame of Love churn in my stubborn Heart
A fulsome glow by pride beget
For having palms in Lover's Art
Doth my misery abet

When we were oblivious, Love blossomed
And it blossomed in full spectrum
For waiting so idly for the flowers
We didn’t know to expect them!

There is one of Love’s petals in my hand
A petal of gleaming amethyst
When Love inside me goes abloom
I cannot care to desist

The flower of our  Love is perennial
But the buds are fresh and new
And dear they are a little brighter
For having been brought to life by you

Where angels sing, you lead the choir,
Cascading bright with song,
Where angels fly, you fly higher,
Around the earth, up and along.

Your love flows like a river,
Unto becoming ears,
A truth with doth deliver,
Beauty to be enjoyed for years.

Dear Friend, it has been long, how do you do?
The season's turn, are lonely for you gone
No doubt you have some tales of Love, of fun
But distance turns my heart from red to blue

Lady, belle, beau babe, you are a light
Of majesty towards which I must fly
For you are dancing in a freer sky
Than that which cloaks me in the darkling night

The devil haunt and topple my sky which
Brilliant, bright with dreams, by tortures crushed
But when with you the memory of him hushed
For you bring Love, for you superior witch

For you I beget sweet and tender psalms
Would regale thee hours long with drams
Let's see the world from Tokyo to Amsterdam

Be forever happy, forever young
At Heart, never such a passion sung
By saints or angels from illustrious tongue

Whilst you my friend, you now belong to sky,
Yet thy trumpet loud, pierces the day,
Thy sublime sentience suffice to claim,
Against which no pure soul would fight, take aim,
So hallowed are thine insights, thy sweet thoughts,
I ravish them in mutual rapport,
For their value no worldly recompense,
Only to be listened to with sense,
You rouse the children, wake the bards with sound,
Of kindly voice which rings the earth around,
Like birth of summer blistering surprise,
Beauteous and wondrous as thine eyes,
Thou always were, will be a blessing true,
For sacred profound fires run through you,
Wisdoms blossoms your words sweet beget,
Doth the pain of ****** heart abet,
I would accumulate them all my life,
Enamoured of thee like a lusting wife.