In a world where mercy is fading away,
And where hatred and darkness play,
Look towards the Beloved and pray,
Remember the dawn of love's eternal day.

I pray for the end of the violence of anger,
No more knives, guns, bullets, or slayings,
Put aside the hatred that corrodes your soul,
Skulls grow upon the pathways of brutality,
The infection of cruelty spreads everywhere,

Live your life, enjoy your time, be at peace,
Look towards the days of solace and light,
Remember the love of the Eternal Beloved,
We are all one, black or white, me and you,
One day, today or tomorrow, you will know.

O, my eternal Beloved, my lamp,
Let your winter moon bring peace,

Our world seeks the light of healing,
We have seen the brutality of hate,

People yearn for the warmth of love,
Let all intolerance be swept far away.

The broken ones are stronger,
They see deeper, far deeper,
These are life's true soldiers,

Sit with them and learn,
Discover strength and hope,
And know that you are not alone.

You will live on in our dreams,
You will live on in our hearts,
You will live on in our words,

You will live on in our songs,
You will live on in our memories,
You will live on in our prayers,

Your smile, your spark,
Forever in our hearts,
Always and forever,

O, my Eternal Beloved,
The cosmic Light of Life,
Lord of Love and Mercy,

May this sweet angel play safely
In the eternal fields of freedom,
Where no harm can reach him.

Your radiant smile, oh my brightly flavoured darling,
I saw the light in your smile beaming from far away,
Holding two warm cups, you carried the tea of kindness,
You glided over to me with a graceful dancing step,
Our greetings, our warmth, our joy and twinkling zest,

In the window of my mind I welcomed you in my arms,
I held you close, ever so close, I inhaled your perfume,
The contours of your lush landscape merged into mine,
Our two worlds wrapped together as one sweet soul,
Our laughter, our steps, our chats and sparkling auras,

In the golden autumn air we gazed upon treasures rare,
The leaves floated like confetti all around the canopy,
Pigeons puffed their plumage and danced for the girls,
You and I, we admired the colours of autumn's passion,
Our shoulders gently weaving and caressing in harmony,

My lips tasted the golden light in your gorgeous eyes,
Green, amber and gold carpeted the glittering park,
My nose tickled the tip of your nose in a rosy touch,
Upon the parting of the ways time seemed to pause,
On the way home I still walked with you, hand in hand.

Crisp the air, and bright the day,
Brighter still was your radiant trust,

Your delightful honeyed greeting,
Eyes glistening with mesmerising magic,

Your courage is a cherished treasure,
Strength glimmers deep inside you,

We two walked as one delicious lyric,
Each of our steps lit with fresh hope,

Tan suede shoes gracefully tapping,
High heeled over hills and canal stones,

Holding your soft hand upon the crest,
Our fingers waltzing together lovingly,

Larking downhill with shared earthy joy,
Our laughter swirling through the air,

We glided under nature's canopy,
Dancing with gleaming inner peace,

Our journey a serenade of sentences,
Your words weaving softly into mine,

Your name is nectar inside my mouth,
My name with your voice is a melody,

Lush rose petal lips butterfly shaped,
Silken threads of sunlight unite us both,

The doors of our inner dreams opened,
Trees and waterways became our lounge,

We melted each other with pure passion,
Unveiling layers of transparency,

Upon the bed of the vast open garden,
The fingers of sanctuary traced over us,

I swam so shyly in your amber eyes,
Throbbing with ripples of pure bliss,

Our touch, the silky touch of our eyes,
A bridge glowing with intimate dignity,

On that curved soul ridge sat you and I,
Both sharing a flawless drink of respect,

In an age of icy cybernetic existence,
Both of us knew a much warmer tune,

Breathing in the sublime moments,
Tasting the scent of the late season,

The essence of your gorgeous patterns,
Darling, you and I, we discovered solitude,

Our spiritual kiss, it was ever so deep,
Lips and tongues wrapped in rapture,

This kiss, it twinkled and caressed us,
Musical notes felt in the fabric of our souls,

The fingertips of two unexplored worlds,
As we two parted, we felt the air pulsate,

In our minds we hugged each other close,
This was our mystical and tender embrace,

Oh, my gorgeous eyed dove, fly freely,
Reach for the soul of the vast cosmos.

The polite mask of those who spread division,
When that false face slips off in the darkness,
It reveals the sickness inside their decaying soul,

There is rot and lies, and the virus of hate,
Hard hearts reeking of midnight greed,
They thirst to dance in the raging inferno.

Those who fight mental illness,
They are not awarded medals
for the bravery displayed upon
the daily battlefields of pain,
judgement and loneliness.

Every new darkling dawn is a trial
of their strength and endurance
in a heartless and callous world,
Their invisible badge of honour
is known only to themselves,

One day, far from nightmares,
The sun shall spin for them
a necklace woven without chains,
Freedom shall dance in their hair,
And madness will echo in raindrops.

Forgotten,
Left with only the memories,

Betrayed,
No trust inside a dead soul,

Abandoned,
After all the pulsing passion,

Discarded,
All love and hope in the heart,

Crushed,
The dreaming petals of life.

On the crest of her lips a dream sails,
An ocean of words sweet and secret,
Vast and deep her soul is submerged,

The weight of a thousand eyes upon her,
Society's arrows shoot her soul daily,
Relentless judgement from the vultures,

She hums a song from a long time ago,
She knows the meaning of her breathing,
The petals of her stimulated flower open,

Her ship laden with the treasure of desires,
Sparkling jewels pure as dawn's dewdrops,
She longs for a taste of the hypnotic nectar,

Dark are the days of autumn's lonely pain,
Darker still the numbing days of winter,
In spring she will warm her heart with hope.

I heard a sound, my darling, I heard a sweet sound,
It was a sigh, and it was wet with hope and desire,

Outside the window, my beautiful-eyed darling,
It was outside upon the glistening window glass,

Such a sweet sound, my princess, a velvety sound,
It whispered hypnotic love all over the natural world,

The rain kissed your lush red lips, my darling dove,
Over the breast of silky hills and ripe autumn cherries,

Gently it touched and discovered your fragrant garden,
Dark textured grass in the valley between your thighs,

Oh, my smiling summer rose, see how the rain dances,
Over your delicate curves and hips it cascades and plays,

Wet fingers of love's endless symphony stirs your soul,
The scent of pine and earth lingers in the fertile fresh air,

This sound, my radiant beauty, this is a sound unheard,
It speaks in words that are moist with a cosmic crescendo,

Let us walk, my lilting voiced maiden, let us talk of hope,
All around us the tranquillity of the rain showers over us.

I journeyed through the valley of promiscuous wolves,
They clawed at me with fiery eyes dripping naked lust,

Dead souls howling out their salacious whistling tunes,
They lurk, haunt and hunt upon the congested roads,

"Come here, sweet one, come here, ride in my fast car,
We'll drive to the woods, and there undress and play."

These men wearing the robes of respect and society,
Prowling the streets for degradation and depravity,

I found the courage of the stainless heavenly stars,
No hungry wolf will claim the sacred cloth of my soul,

My tears are not for the valley of the cursed wolves,
I weep for the words heard at the beginning of time.

Let no man make you feel inferior,
Rise up and stand your ground,
You have every right to breathe,
To savour each day's delights,
And to feel free from fear,
Fly, you glistening black raven,
Unfurl your crow feathers,
And fly to heavenly heights,
Search for the heart of freedom.

The night skies lounge across the heavens,
Golden flecked paint shimmers and swirls,

Flames of orange kiss smoky lipped clouds,
Purple velvet drapes the throne of twilight,

White, silver and black, all dancing together,
This is the soul of a city rich with humanity,

Love is here, light and beauty too, all here,
Every colour, and every song is sung here.

In the soul of her aura glittered compassion,
Soft eyes, where the lustre of life sweetly smiled,
Her hypnotic lips radiant petals of contemplation,

Every fragrant word she spoke swam upon the air,
The melody of a lilting heart in the fields of freedom,
Her devotion danced upon starlit rays of the cosmos,

Tenderness tingled upon her delicate fingertips,
And pure joy twinkled from deep within her core,
Light, serenity, and humanity swirled around her.

Wipe away the pain of the weeping soul,
Breathe,
My Black and White world,
Breathe,
The walls of separation will crumble
And hatred shall be no more,
A day of light and healing will dawn,
Our world will know hope.

Peace is the name of my Beloved,
Mercy is the message of my Beloved,
Humanity is the passion of my Beloved,
Come all you broken ones to my Beloved,
You shall walk free in the land of my Beloved.

Farrokh Bulsara was his earthy birth name,
From the exotic sultanate of Zanzibar he hailed,

He crossed continents fleeing unrest and violence,
A refugee boy seeking sanctuary to Britain he came,  

His talent and passion was to unite one and all,
Bismillah! He rhapsodised in the name of God,

The world came to know him by another name,
Freddie Mercury written all over records and stages,

Remember him too as the lad who arrived here,
An outsider, a traveller, a refugee, a human being.

O, my beautiful cosmic light, my eternal Beloved,
Peace for the ravaged, forgotten and unloved,

Grant us the days of sweet summer serenity,
The songs and sounds of brotherhood and unity,

I pray for the silence of the guns and broken bones,
No more roar of infernal damnation and death drones,

Revenge leaves the world hollow, skinned and stolen,
Let us remember the poor, erased, apocalyptic fallen,

O, my radiant lord of mercy, love and humanity,
Give us this day a memory of times without calamity.

O, my eternal Beloved,
Let my invaded nation heal,

They came with greed and rage,
Leaving behind fire and blood,

No more imperial armies,
May my sacred borders run free,

End the apocalyptic division,
We are one in life and hope,

See us, hear us, know us,
Understand our words of love,

Salaam Alaikum,
Peace be upon you.

Another day of stone cold deafening silence,
The voiceless ones whisper their words on paper,
Their truth barbecued by insidious censorship,

Make a dua, make a prayer, make a promise for peace,
Speak for those whose homes were stolen in the daylight,
Ask for justice for the children who will never breathe again,

Pray for us, pray for them, pray for me and you, pray for all,
Let there be a day of love and healing for the forgotten,
Remember them in the dying of another censored day.

In the darkness and murky barbarism of the times,
Search for the light of hope, healing, and humanity,
Each day reveals jewels that enrich the human soul,
Bask in the beauty and grace of the eternal Beloved.

There was a day
and there was a time,
There was a flame
and there was a word,

They wrote this
and they wrote that,
They screamed fear
and they knifed hope,

It was before the light
and it was after the dark,
It was neither this
and it was neither that,

Know the coming of the wave
and learn to understand it,
There will come the hour of truth
and the hour of all accounts,

It will come at the rising of the tides
and it will dawn before midnight,
It will come for me
and it will come for you,

Upon this day remember light
and remember unity,
Reach out towards the Beloved
and reach out to love and life.

"Mommy!"

"Yes, my baby?"

"Mommy! Did you hear that sound?"

"What sound, my dear?"

"It's under our bed, Mommy!"

"Don't worry, it's only Daddy's dead bones rattling…"

In a world drowning in division and the song of chaos,
There is a reservoir in fields deeper than human thought,
Her strength is a summer's cooling tidal wave in the rain,

In those mystical soulful eyes a fire sings of human unity,
A radiance rare shimmers in the waterfall of her hair,
She has known the lilting lyrics of love's eternal glance,

Battles and wars dance and rage across a heartless world,
But she fuels existence with the universal colours of life,
Her lips write the melody of truth for those without voices.

We worshipped the false egg,
Chocolate money bunny,

The message of the Beloved was deeper,
Deeper and richer,

The message once sang of peace,
It was the very melody of humanity,

Long ago it was,
Before the coming of greed's fatal virus,

We were brothers once,
And we shared the blessed message,

Remember hope,
And celebrate love.

The message was not myth or folklore,
The message, my friends, was much more,

Religion, faith, belief, and more,
It was this before the disease of war,

A world crowned by viral thorns,
Compassion crucified for the devil's horns,

A plague of pure greed infects existence,
This man crafted plague stalks social distance,

Man long ago isolated the Beloved's truth,
This he used to herd us from the days of youth,

We are one, my friends, we are one,
Now comes the hour for holding true as one.

In a fragmented existence,
Where nations are fractured,

Fear and lies are peddled far,
And truth gagged and jailed,

The disease is man made,
Confusion and greed too,

Let the people live and breathe,
Open wide the gates of healing and humanity.

Oh, my Darling, my Darling,
Our purple passion rises, rises,
Your heart beats faster, faster,
My desire burrows deeper, deeper,

Both bodies warm, warm,
Fingers tracing, tracing,
I embrace you tightly, tightly,
Your breath sings, sings,

"Now," you whisper, whisper,
"Yes," I ******, ******,
"Faster," you gasp, gasp,
"Here I come," I pump, pump,

I rapidly withdraw, withdraw,
Sweating and pulling out, out,
I peel off the sheath, sheath,
And make myself ready, ready,

I aim my shaft hard and true, true,
Over your peacock feathers, feathers,
Thick lava spirals out hot, hot,
Settling in your bellybutton, bellybutton,

Your index finger dances, dances,
It swirls in the creamy pool round, round,
You trace across my glistening juices, juices,
The light in your eyes smiles, smiles,

You use my salty ink as lipstick, lipstick,
My liquid sparkles across your sweet lips, lips,
I lean over and come in close, close,
And upon your wet syrupy lips I kiss, kiss,

In that moment I taste life's bliss, bliss,
Two souls become as one, one,
Our hearts tasting love and peace, peace,
Our song embroidered upon stars, stars.

Paris, Moscow, Berlin, New York, London,
City of angles where the poor are abandoned,

In a windswept corner of a merciless winter street,
The discarded soul of a divided nation sleeps,

This man is a forgotten mother's human jewellery,
He lounges on the concrete pillow of rich cruelty,

A blanket of cold wraps around his exposed feet,
Torn clothes flapping over another statistical tragedy,

He sleeps beyond the smears and headlines of hate,
The hymns of hope and light arrived way too late,

No one will remember his voice or fading songs,
For he is from the tribe of the invisible broken ones,

Their stories and brief lives brutalized by silence,
Once, they were a part of life's cosmic balance,

There is a war being waged upon the human soul,
A battlefield littered with bloodstained begging bowls.

In a world becoming colder,
More divisive and torn,

Speak to each other,
Heal and inspire the children,

Plant the trees of life,
Bask in the light of the Beloved.

They who wear the loud words of power,
Littering our world with political hatred,

Their infertile poison withers our land,
They harvest insidious seasons of violence,

Choke our rainbow flavoured nation no more,
No more,

It is time to plant the seeds of human peace,
Let the soil be enriched with love and hope,

Rest and remember the days of humanity and light,
In these fields of autumn's last gold a soul dreams.

The Truth gets crushed,
Twisted and distorted,

Beware,

Brother Malcolm knew,
He knew, he knew,

Enough of the division and hate,
Unite for new hope and change.

From the heights of freedom's songs,
Seated upon a throne crafted by time,

The plague of war wasting away nations,
Through this darkness a glimmer of light,

The Beloved's uncaged domain,
Solitude breathes over the soul,

A bird sang and a song was heard,
The delicate music so still and lyrical,

Peace was the precious melody,
Glittering unity for one and all.

The seasons of earthly existence,
Breathing in the colours of humanity,

The spirit of autumn light glows,
Over the green and gold,

One day, upon the oceans of time,
Humanity will dance to the Beloved's song,

A lyric written at the dawn of awakening,
It shall release all glittering souls.

Treat your fellow human beings with warmth,
With compassion and with understanding,

Be patient and listen to their words,
Give them support and give them hope,

They hunger for the balm of acceptance,
Each day for them is a battle for existence.

The trees of summer fade away,
Their songs whisper upon the air,

Nations withering under occupation,
The lust grows for the earth's lifeblood,

There is no profit in war and invasion,
Only loss, deep and heavy,

Remember this, O Man,  
The seasons of existence are a circle,

The touch of life is light itself,
These bare branches will blossom again,

The Beloved's kingdom will glitter and pulse,
And the light will glow across us all.

Once…
We floated, we floated,

We sailed upon the waters of summer,
Carefree days,

Out there, across the banks of memory,
We shimmered and smiled,

The passing of decades shall not age us,
We brothers shall live on,

The ages may come and go,
The years may clog up our streets and homes,

Yet we shall never fade,
Our moment will ripple ever on upon the light,

Our lives are brief, so brief,
But we shall never fear the coming of the night,

This water, this boat, this moment,
This is home.

There was a time, O my Brothers, there was a time,
It was an age when we all played and shared together,

It was our time, it was our space,
And we kids explored the gardens and parks,

Running up hills, fishing in ponds,
Paddling in pools, and playing with puppies,

It was a time, O my Brothers, when time belonged to us,
We had time to spend and freely play,

Black or White, Christian or Muslim,
We knew the bond of true brotherhood,

In those fields of summer we screamed and sang,
Memories warm, and memories immortal,

No cars, no computers, no mobiles, no social media,
We had more, much more, we had the fields of summer,

We had a childhood without borders, flags, or fences,
This soil beneath our feet is where we spent our youth.

High up on a summer's day three roses did fly,
Each rose woven with a prayer for humanity,
Three roses, three dreams, three wishes,

First, a prayer of unity for the broken nations,
Second, a prayer of peace for a world polluted by war,
Third, a prayer of love for one and all,

The red maiden, summer's dazzling light,
She dances and sails on a sea of green,
A living and radiant flower.

In these fields of humanity's fragrant summer,
For a delicate moment she pauses and contemplates,

Upon that bridge of time's fading seasons,
She smiles and reflects upon the hope of humanity,

We are all children of the eternal Beloved,
And one day we shall all play freely and be as one,

One family, one nation, one world, one love,
And hate shall be but a distant memory.

The last red rose of the lilting summer,
Contemplating the delicate memory of the Beloved,

Water cool and rippling as the dawn of time,
The memories woven with shimmering dreams,

She hopes for a world without fear or judgement,
She longs for the lost songs of a fading humanity.

For EL Paso,
For Ohio,
For Hope,

For those who lost their lives to Racism,
For those who lost their lives to Bigotry,
For those who lost their lives to Hate Crime,

For You,
For Me,
For us All.

Black in the White,
White over Black,
United humanity lines,

Leaders try and divide,
Pitting race against race,
Colours ripped apart,

And in that sea of anger,
A spirit smiles and shines,
Unity is her sparkling song.

In the halo of a secluded summer's stone,
A hush,
A stillness under the shade of slumbering trees,

This was life, living and breathing,
Singing too,
Now, only the weeping silence,

A name etched upon a fading headstone,
Fingerprints and memories withered away,
Upon the summer's light it still glimmers,

Nature's tender embrace soothes broken stone,
Curling and wiping away the past,
Death shall never darken the songs of life.

The season of light,
Of blue skies
And yellow curved flowers,

Let no one bring darkness
Or dread lies to the world,
Their war of words consumes mercy,

Smile and unite in times of hate,
Stand proudly with a shared humanity,
Make the music that ignites the soul.

To ride upon a steed where dreams flow upon freedom's highways,
The eyes of the world watching from painted man made veils,

Her voice shall never be silenced or suppressed by false knights,
In her veins the song of life sways to the rhythm of her heart,

Those storms that rage in the printed ink of the newspapers,
And the daily lies and stereotypes flashing across television screens,

None of them will breach the fortress of her inner peace of mind,
Inside, in the tranquillity of her soul, she swims in the seas of serenity.

On the music of a summer's day a message floated,
High up it drifted upon the breath of the eternal Beloved,

Our world stands upon the lonely crossroads of life,
The message of humanity balanced upon the edge,

No more darkness, no more hatred,
No more division, no more racism,

We need no words or false speeches and promises,
The mercy we want is as weightless as a nightingale's feather,

All of us, black or white, we are passengers without borders,
Our hearts pulsating beautifully for a brief moment,

And then, in the fading of the silent years,
We become a memory upon a summer's day.

Life, on freedom's open highways,
The wind rushing through my hair,

Speed, dancing through the days,
The music tingling my soul,

Me, a rider upon the Beloved's Path,
The truth unleashes my strength.