Beyond the realm of mortal men
Lies Time and Eternity
Transcending all that's written
In the scrolls of History
Beyond the minds of mortal men
Lies God, divinity
Perceivable in visions
Of holy symmetry

A veil of light and ashen grey
invites me to peer in to stranger day
fluttering and beckoning
behind it what is happening?
a smorgasboard of molten colour
winks 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 I feel my spirit brew
imbued with bright, celestial hue
deep in hinterlands of enchanting joy
where I ravish these pleasures coy
too overwhelmed to fight, resist
the very light with which I'm kissed
from famished eyes I am engorged
my tender spirit enlarged
on trajectory of bliss

On horizon, magic gestates
Leaves my spirit insatiate
Adorned by sparks phantasms brood
Lifting like hot air balloon my mood
Between chasm of magic and reality
Goes visions with conviviality
Enchanting the mind with true force
Summoned from natures magic purse
Which sprinkles havoc on normality

Forms of Beauty riddle my eye
With their heavenly symmetry
Godesseses of divinest shine
Beam soul-deep, from theirs to mine
Behind the veil of usual routine
Lies awesome truth with golden sheen
Nourishing the spirits belly
To magical shores the spirit ferried
Enamoured of most lucid of dreams

Electric sky, electric sky,
Sparks of heaven scattergun whirl by,
As vibrant cavalry of thunderbolts,
Fury through which our hearts shot,
Darkling moon above my cot,
That the Grace of Heaven hath taught,
Zeus rage in purity of thought,
Thunder mightier than la Mort,
Light that follows angels bonny,
Makes the sky a gothic sunny,
In which fury of creation appear,
Brings celestial veil ever near,
Beyond which visions soar and sear,
Majesty and passion there,
Paint with flair, by Zeus' stare.

Beyond valleys - of tribulations
Go Saints softly - ever soft
Their minds  - cast up to heaven
Their flames - in union - borne aloft.

A sweet - statuesque - companionship -
Ecstasy streaks through -
Their minds that dared to believe -
The Saints the ones to woo -

Their hearts - devote immortal -
Their pledges to - God's font -
The triangulation - to their portal -
Shield - from Devils wont -

Biographies - are to a life
As - atom to a body
As - dot to - impressionistic image
As - diminished soul to - godly

Birdsong is like magic
Manifest in song
Articulating passion
On little luscious tongue

Crescendo of the summer
A sublime symphony
All the tender creatures
In divine harmony

Snug in their labyrinthine nest
Not bothered by the breeze
And not bothered by the Predators
The birdies sleep with ease

Grand go they, when they awake
Sweeping over seas
Muses of the Morning
Stunning by degrees

Blake meandered, like a wayward stream
Over the valleys and the hills
When suddenly: struck by a dream!
An inferno of dark, satanic mills
Spread across the land and overseas:
On tyranny’s wind, the mills replace the trees

Abominable as a cage for a child
Putting bars behind their eyes
The factories enclose the wilds
A bleak blockade against the sky
Thousands he saw in a momentary flash
Festering on the Earth like a virulent rash

The dirt clouds above the factories loomed
Only beat by the awful stench
A poet wants the world to bloom;
The mills just make Earth blench
He stared – and stared – in horror enwrapt
The world was a treasure unbound - now she's trapped

For oft, when poets dream they think
Of nirvana or some such felicity
It replenishes them like a fountain drink
Which brings the bliss of serendipity
And then their feet in wayward trances
Fill with the rhythm of their romances

Songstress of the valley, who hath ears rapt in pleasure
Thou art the beatitude that brings real joy
The music of thy lute is suffice to inspire peace and leisure
Consists in it a pleasure sweet and coy
Beyond the strictures and dictums of reason consists a freedom
To dwell deep in the dreams of an unchartered mind
Admitted in to passions kingdom
Educated in Love, activity refined
My sad ears dote on each gay note
That swell and rise in supersession
A melody that a troubador wrote
Plucked from the depths of meditation
    Songstress of the valley, I honour you
    Blessed fires run through you

Blessed Mother, Lady of my Love,
Align my deeds to path of Heart,
Your light more regal than the Sun,
Through which the cosmic fires run,
Thy Heart so generously given,
From the caring hand of Heaven,
So you can shine down to bless us all,
Saving every straggling soul,
Guiding me on this perilous journey,
You are my wandering spirit's entreaty.

You are the truest rebel
Borne aloft on fluent wings
In arcane, bardic arts you dabble
Through medium of you all Creation sings
Sauntering to inner music
Guided by a soulful beat
A path of fire and passion
Spin out from ‘neath your feet
With arms akimbo to the sun
You fathom God and soar divine
Eternal life has just begun
O sweet, this path that doth unwind
With lyrics like impossible lassoos
Capturing and conjuring phantasms
That appear in the rift between magic and reality
That most mystical of cosmic chasms
You paint the world with fine fluent fire
Fixated on the hope that flies
Harping on your divine lyre
You serenade the sweet evangelists of sky

My mind in lucid dream adrift
Sees what life could truly be
Healed of caste that makes a rift
In the dominion that is not free
Bring down the bars and dance, embrace
And summon day where love apace

My quest for justice sad assailed
By minds too cynical to hear
My song swell with decibels
Yet does not bring them near
But every score written for gods
To the picture of heaven adds

Time spells devotions bright in stars
Which guide all future souls to path
Where flowers dance and freedom lives
In deep destructions aftermath
We see direction of the winning wind
And see the wheedling tyrants left behind

"they been holding private elections in the boardroom/cloaked in a riddle of ritual mystery/but if i'm right we unite and can rewrite/dance of history in the hunted night/they lack love suffice to ignite/a people's heart to soar take flight/poet's heart to blister bright/fierce fury fight"

Leaving the sanctuary of you,
My heart turns cold from red to blue,
Through my heart a warm breeze blew,
For having seen a soul so true,
But then you sauntered out of view,
And your departure my soul rues,
Leaving the sanctuary of you,
My heart turns cold, from red to blue,

And now I have to start anew,
Bereft of Love's iridescent hue,
But I still search it's all that's true,
You cry slander, well you can sue,
I'm entitled to feel, my spirit brews,
So treat it like it's gossip, news,
Whilst I'm STUCK trying to start anew,
Bereft of Love's iridescent hue,

I lust for you and sing the blues,
I don't know why, you were a ruse,
You've broken me and blown my fuse,
I loved for you but you pay no dues,
I plump my rear on passion's pews,
So judge me, size me up, accuse,
I lust for you and sing the blues,
But I don't know why, you were a ruse,

I guess you've never taken cues,
From Love you just like to amuse,
Yourself with me, but I am contused,
For clumsy touch, you left me bruised,
Towards your spirit I had cruised,
In vain, you cried, wanting to see me lose,
You love to disabuse,
Because you're cynical as ****,
Well you can sue.

Experiment is everlasting
Universe made knowable
Through perception drifting
Becoming beautiful
Perceptive to frequencies
He muses on the spectrum
For waiting so idly for his insights
We didn't know to expect them
The ebb and flow of epiphanies
Embodied in his prose
His talent flowers and towers tall
Inside it Knowledge grows
Design is his Philosophy
Through it the World can be refined
Striving for harmony
And to end the suffering of mankind

Buddha wakes up bursting in to song
Effulgent with the love of life
A mind's expanse to suppress the throng
Of suffering to which all souls are wife
Seeing war a strategy of illusion built
Deceiving the divine dalliance of time
It functions in minds, yet beyond
Tyrants act and grown men mime
Dreaming, rocking to and fro
Dancing, clapping as they go
Children under the bodhi tree
Taste wisdom as it rains and snows
Their art is the joyful revolution
With yet withstand a cynic's trial
The intellect? a phony judge
The heart? compassionate of all
Propaganda of hate's reality
Yet heaped upon the ones who see
The way with theatricality
Go oppressors with conviviality
With the millenium's golden quill
I'll break devil's confraternity
With wanton wit and whimsical will
Spell peace in stars across eternity
Loves destiny to be immortalised sublime
In words that vanquish hell and transcend time.

Buds of May, astir on the stems
Thou art lovely little earthly gems
From field to field throughout the land
The stirring spring gestates her garland
Who would quibble with resplendent hues
Much colour does the eye amuse
So thank god for the buds of May
Piercing as a bride's bouquet

My heart is heavy, hunted, hung
Sharp shards remain in broken breast
From which a bitter dirge is sung
Of sorrows to outrank the rest
I strain my brow as reaper comes
No paradise in life or death
Just the haunt of devil’s drums
O Jesus, save my breath

I.

How well we know what the wild things do,
As Nature riots in the throng:
And there, her soul true, resplendent hue,
The creatures' voice unite in song,
Suffice to poets woo!

II.

Find me by the fire log, my friend,
While the sparks crackle as the magic flows,
Whose beauty Heaven dare not forfend,
Hath pilgrims rapt in throe,
As visions apprehend.

III.

Till the young ones gathered, bud and grow,
Here we are one, by no faith cleft,
By no reason I can show,
Are we of common Love bereft,
Hath pilgrims rapt in throe.

Can I believe in Science
And still revere the fury of God
I appreciate Evolution
But perceive where Angels have trod

My Mind is most conflicted
For the two cannot be reconciled
But I'll have my cake and eat it
For Reality is a Magical domicile

In every corner of the Earth
Tower the monster’s factories
Imparting souls with numeric worth
Harvesting souls in battery

Every hope and every dream
In chains, incarcerated
It's a paradox that few bellies bulge
While all the rest are emaciated

The capitalists control our time
They made and manned the clock
The capitalist puts the worker
Between a hard place and a rock

Harnessing forces of nature
For nature’s own destruction
There is a special ineptitude
In capitalist construction

But this creation is no fixity
Its rules we can transcend
Capitalism becomes dangerous
Only when we believe it has no end

Head hung low he strolls along
The squat, staid streets of London
Until halted by a throng
Of blossoming carnations
I ask: What mortal joy is grander
Than to be rapt by a flower as you meander?

And raise thy head in reverence
To a flourishing floral sight
Fanciful as rainbow’s end
Pure as a soul in flight
Bundles of them he saw at a glance
Adding their 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!”

Beneath the trees, sunk in soil
Gestating all the year
The flowers with the earth embroiled
The work of life is dear
Dutifully they pledge upon
Their lives to keep life going on

It pays well to flash thine eyes
On things that are lesser seen
Much is hidden in this world
That is soothing and serene
He left, his heart in gestation
Just like the blossoming carnations

Clad with a flagon of ***, the temptress goes
Taunting, teasing, flaunting, pleasing
With delicately adorned body, from head to toe
She is my weak heart seizing
Like a beautiful cat she can swing and saunter
Like a tiger she leaps at horizons
Like majestic horse she can gallop and canter
Consists in her a beauty that transcends aeons
There is witchcraft in her eyes and magic in her mouth
There is enchantment in my heart when she stares and speaks to me
She blends being divine and most uncouth
She is blessed with the gift of being enamouringly cheeky
I want to waltz with Caroline
To fathom love and soar divine

Do it all, seize the day, my love!
Fly, soar, sail, climb,
Dance, sing, o fiery thing,
You've only one lifetime,
For wonder and discovery,
Joy the sorrow abets,
In raucous revelry,
Like gods cub cats.

The tapestry of stars above copy
The evolution of the spheres below
Fruition of a cosmic destiny
In the burst of flowers duly show
Gestation of the molecules within
Imitate the universe beyond
And that Universe welcomes us in
Clads Souls in its grand dress, godmothers wand

Veil of existence flutters soft
As immortal being borne aloft
By unity of time and things
Through whence passion for creation sings
Cosmos a glistening spiral ring
In which mind of God aspiring
Gliding o'er heaven on golden wing
For which the saints and angels sing

The Rebel as an Artist
Isn't oft appreciated
But in the labour of her creation
Consists marvel created
By pained triangulations
Of the form of image
The artist is a sorceress and magician
For she makes real a mirage
She paints so exquisite it could move stone hearts
To melt, to be moved to tears
In her art, flies magic darts
And immortal grace appears
The rebel as an artist
Swings the hearts keys
She has the knack to wield a work
That can treat and taunt and tease

I went with haste - to chapel of Peace,
Pity - prayer - hid in my Heart,
Fluent in tongues - of Love,
Words - magic darts,

Filled with seraphim - singing,
Filled with light of the Lord,
Golden, singing cherubim - fly,
Irresistible - to adore.

Raise thy slumbering, majestic heads
And see the light from divine ether bled
Which casts a glow upon reality
Truths go bold with conviviality
To be by discerning eye read

The light is bright, puts up a fight
It's on the side of our delight
The ride is wild so sit down tight
And enjoy the whirring sight

Our spirits shall soar like floating kites
For having been blessed by sacred rites
The charge of light is irrepressible
And enchants the spirit irascible
That the evil blights

Chase the wind and follow
Where those bonny breezes fly
Like a homing pigeon
Accustomed to the sky

The wet, cold days will soon give way
To colder ones as Spring
Metamorphoses to Summer
Indelible as song

The Suns a fiery sermon
There's precious truth in it
Giver of life
Soils alit

****, I bear sin,
They seek to squash,
The gay within,
Fated to die at tyrants hand,
On distant shore,
On oppressed sand,
Friends and families thrown off buildings,
When they should be having weddings,
May this barbarity and evil cease,
And those poor souls all be at peace.

Once brigadier in evil empire new
Took with her Heart as sweet as sultry sun
Sees other souls as twins, yet one
Be guide by creed that hate in vain not knew
She walks in foregrounds noisy, sandy, blitzed
******* to God's sky, slightly apart
Sweet speech of peace spoke from a hearing Heart
Turns my own from forlorn blue to red
Beau not made for fetid empire's boots
For all she tires, not selfish needs
To wise to be conduit of empire's deeds
Aghast, in tears, at wily war cahoots
Nakedly brave she shames treacherous truths
Bared for all the world to see
When truth-tellers in fraternity
Unite to lay bare war's same forsooth
Perhaps example will teach us how
Us, deceived flock, fleeced and eaten
Us, cheering war sulphurous molten
Teach us to Love a sister now
She dances sober past those drunk on death
Those novices of life yet still to Love
Within their prison walls beau turtle dove
Did take flight yonder with laughing breath
So as she lives, she to love obeys
So when she's not she, she lives yet everyday

Suddenly she wakes alert,
Her senses keen, she stares,
What does she see that I can't?
The tension raises hairs.

Focused, stealthy, she hunts the prey,
Staring, sniffing wide and vast,
She catches - mashes - the mouse to death,
O sweet this child of Bast.

Upon a wizened ancient lyre                                                                                 Harps music of irrepressible allure                                                                            Suffice to set the soul on fire                                                                                  With supreme reflection pure                                                                                Troubador of the city floor                                                                                        Irresistible tune to cherish and adore                                                                          Fluent in melodies of magor and minor                                                                  No magic no fires of heaven could outshine her                                                        Prophets clamor to hear her and wine her                                                                   She like thee a mystery                                                                                                      Riffs and riddles on the gems of history                                                                      myth and magic her mind's geography                                                                       love's philosophy her theosophy                                                                                 her psalms beget by ear wise trophy                                                                     which ne'er decay or wilt or atrophy                                                                        beget thy sweet and sonorous bars                                                                             WHICH DREAMS OF HEAVEN AND SINGS TO THE STARS                                         in harmony with the cosmic serenade                                                                          in which the soul's truest abade                                                                                    balladeer a renegade who told the truth because it paid                                               to not put one's soul up for trade                                                                                      a passion in love's furnace made                                                                                oh to listen in the dappled shade                                                                                   my mind waltzes with the lilt                                                                                         you have replete lilt to the hilt                                                                                    song stirs flowers sunk in silt                                                                                       they sway and sigh and soar and wilt                                                                          sensuous and attuned to the song                                                                                  that doth ring around the earth up and along                                                              raising the sound of the world in the throng                                                                  for half the world away is tianneman square or hong kong

Civilization,
You are a ruse,
A myth that must,
Be disabused,
Tell all the truth, it must be told,
We're an empire built on **** gold.

I spot love, its tender clues
That blot my pain, suppress my blues

Two souls transcend dichotomy
A human is a half
Until two lights unite, collide
On interlocking path

Converging in mutual passion
A saccharine and innocent tryst
Heaven on Earth I found in thee
A state of permanent bliss

Come back to me my love and only love
Find sanctuary in my heart's golden grove
Which boasts a pasture tended to by passion
An immortal light, which triumphs over fashion
In Love what's Heaven's, God's is surely ours
A knowledge that nourishes, begs to be devoured
Come back to me my love and only love
And frolic inside my Heart's treasure trove

Come fly deep in the night dear friend
For the bright stars gold, they whirl, sweet fly
Come fly deep in the night dear friend
For I am here, with guardians of the sky

And the worlds of wonders here: no end

Like the glow of the angel as she goes by

Come, for a zephyr of heaven moves
And the planet of Bliss is on high
Beginning to stir with the light that I love
On a bed of stars in the sky
Beginning to stir with the light all souls love
That returns bright, ever bright even after it dies

I say to you friend, “The cosmic bliss
Is eternity shown to a friend
Flown upon wings God bless with kiss
His generosity without end”
Come, you too will flower as Rose
Like the angels you see on your way my friend

Compassion - companionship - is Love - awake -
Her pleasantries abloom -
A chivalry of gestures - sweet -
At noon a sight on which to swoon -
Warmth - sensed sure - by stealthy hearts -
Behold with enchanted awe -
Loves glory - impart -
By - Angel - rapping at my door -
Love - irremediable - once she infect -
Most benevolent disease -
Dissolve dalliance with despair -
Treats - taunts - teases -

The weight of the world is bore on my shoulder
But I learn and preach happiness as I get older
The embers of love in my heart smoulder
And bring to my life deep joy and wonder

The visceral urge of love compute
A philosophy of great repute
Up the aisle in suavest suit
Love a bounty, a superior fruit

Congratulations comrades, we are one
Time unfold to panacea true
Painted people's red, majestic hue
Tearing up the town, having wild fun
As riches fade to freedom for the mass
As caste falls down to equal lass and men
As communist pangea come again
As we lay on its resplendent grass

To write of Love, of Heaven, and of God,
Hills of joy, o'er which Angel pursued
Of that Boy, a sublime hippie shepherd,
Who in Heart the wisdom of Heaven had,
My pen, it labours, I give sweat and blood,
To paint world in cerise, a sweet red flood:

Or Prussian blue, depending on the scene,
Let Poets tell true folk from chess piece Kings,
Feign benevolence, when they are mean,
Who strut and rule above, superior things,
Who on the carcass of the suffering wean,
Drunk on power, Almighty sovereigns.

To write of Love, Heaven, apart from days,
Spent in drudgery at whim of Lords,
Who sit engorged by gold, wealth as they graze,
Upon the fruits yield by the mass, that horde,
As mass toil deep 'neath sun's sweltering rays,
To give and barter time they can't afford.

But they will be the ones in Heaven crowned,
As all time vindicates the plight of souls,
Who in port, or wine, have never drowned,
Rich gluttony the faithful mind abhors,
Upon which Saints and angels incensed frown,
So to tyrant's whims take pious war.

Convention is a Covenant
That stultifies development
Tradition hinders gradual change
To Evolution an impediment

My correspondence clutters
Your overloaded pigeonhole
My sorry soul has cast itself
In to the writing role
I beseech, implore and beg you
And seek your validation
Each letter an open plea to you
To end my heart's trepidation

I'm sat here playing cosmic blackjack
Devil thought I didn't have the knack
But I've just dealt a lucky flush
And the vindication through me rush
Devil's wits do lack

He plays the game and plays it well
He cut his teeth in the circles of hell
He lies because the truth doesn't sell
He does things you never want to tell

His evil music has over earth knelled
And spirits he have hurt and felled
But bards can play the beautiful game
And set all hearts ablaze, aflame
When the score is settled and told

Sunlight falls upon the hearth
Sparrows sing the song of earth

Flowers blossom in the spring
Sparrow soar on fledgling wing

Nature calls to meditate
Solar system, mind connect, relate

A universe inside my mind
Where love and time are intertwined

Beckons me to cosmic bliss
'Tis joy to see sunshine as a kiss

In hidden hinterlands of space
Betwixt the whirring spheres
Are marvels time cannot erase
With the bludgeon of her years

In stars’ cascade one sees clear
Nature’s hand, so accurate
The creations of her mind
Like pearls immense, immaculate

The majesty of multitudes
Is embodied in the expanse
Its bodies waltz and pirouette
In celestial romance

Walking cross the Milky Way
We could see on and on forever
Into an infinity of untrod realms
Untouched by man’s endeavor

For want of it the cosmic mystery
We may never fully grasp
But such ignorance is bliss to me
It’s enough to be in nature’s clasp

A cosmic destiny beget
A sonnet from my parapet
Soothing fear and pain and fret
As I toil and love and sweat

A solar system in my mind
Arose to find itself sublime
Lucid, awesome and refined
Time and love both intertwined

A fire, pierced the dark
We do not know its flame
Only that within a bang
The elements, they came

And then, the fire raged
Expansion, from the core
And then condensed in to the things
The Hubble searches for

We glance with star struck eyes
At orbs of transcendent light
They look like winking beads, I thought
In their epic flight

Like life, they’re superstructures
I offer them my awe
As I row upon the Milky Way
As I step out the door

Beneath the cosmic canopy
That mystical frontier
Beneath which we can’t comprehend
Its truths so strange and queer