O, my Lord of the Worlds,
Wash away the media’s inky suspicion and division,

Our world lost peaceful souls at prayer,
Plucked by a poisonous worshipper of hate,

Bring us the dance of light and unity,
Let our days be filled with humanity’s music.

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.

"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…"

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.

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.

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.

Light I had, a stage too, and the music of my soul,
In this place of solitude and forgotten memories,
I danced, I searched, and I found the Beloved,

The afternoon hour weaved light with gold,
And before the coming of the whispering dark
I flew to the glittering landscapes of contemplation.

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.

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.

The ink of the headlines point jagged accusations,
Daily, day after day, hour after hour they shoot blame,
On the news, in the interviews, a spotlight for hate,

People divided into starkly marked camps,
Us and Them,
With Us or Against Us,

They give oxygen to the voices of intolerance,
Casting the shadows of suspicion and fear,
Friends and families huddled in camps of confusion,

In a silent place a soul looks for the Beloved’s light,
Praying for peace, hoping for acceptance,
Deliverance is the pattern of her prayer.

Seasons of the Beloved's eternal light,
Glowing after the storms of existence,

No man made bullet shall dim the unity,
No man made pain shall dim the joy,

Step out into the landscapes of healing,
And dance to the sweet lyric of humanity.

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.

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.

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.

O, my Beloved, Lord of the Worlds,
Your light of life graces our existence,
Maker of All, Giver of Hope, the Almighty,

The golden hour of the day is here,

Out there, in the bones of the cold stones,
Built by working men long gone,
Their fingerprints still linger in history,

We shall remember their cemented art,

In this palace of memories comes a princess,
From far distant sands of humanity’s colours,
She dances her passion in this serene arena,

In the solitude of the light a bird flutters her wings.

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.

The storms are here,
People herded into concentration camps,

The regime labels them ‘re-education’ camps,
Torture and ****** takes place there,

They broke and erased a poet and musician inside,
His name was Abdurehim Heyit,

And the world never spoke out,
It danced the lion, dragon, and celebrated a pig,

Out there,
A storm weeps.

Ravens flutter over branching headlines of hate,
One merging into another, day after day,
The same terrifying narrative of suspicion and fear.

Souls locked inside landscapes of ignorance,
Never quite escaping the dangerous fog of lies,
From every angle the victims suffer accusations.

She, the lady of the night’s eternal truth, she rules,
For her the moon of midnight is her crown,
Her words are the words of the silent pearls.

Darkness and prejudice cannot prevail in her kingdom,
She harvests the milk from the mountains of harmony,
Drink in her sweet dance, and remember the songs of life.

Your writing lit up the imagination,
Deeply human tales full of passion,
Full of life and love,
Death too,
Death upon the lonely highways of the world,
Yet even in death, you gave us hope,
The spirits of your characters lived on,
And you shall too,
Your stories will live ever on,
Thank you for the emotional magic,
Blessings be upon your soul.

Bricks from a bygone era,
Eyes of glass gazing from times past,

Under a vast landscape of history,
There dances the heart of humanity,

Pulsating, throbbing, alive, a soul in rapture,
In tune with the Beloved’s eternal melody.

The blanket of the Beloved’s light above me,
The soft grass of solitude my bed beneath me,

All around me the darkness of intolerance,
All around me it circles and prowls, closer it comes,

I have no fear of those who try to hurt me,
I have no hate for them, nor any venom,

My dreams roam in the valleys of eternity,
In those faraway fields my spirit soars freely.

The light glittered and the season smiled,
Summer gold, life's stories richly told,

Peace and mercy, love too,
The ways of the eternal Beloved,

No more pain, no more division,
Unity for all, hope for all,

In the valley of dark and light,
Always lean towards the light.

Farewell, sweet soul,
Good bye,

No more the music of your voice,
No more the sparkle in your eyes,

A void, an abyss,
There is a chasm of grief,

And one day, one bright day,
All darkness shall be no more,

And on that day,
On that day we shall dance again,

For now, the days of silence are here,
Good bye.

O, my Lord of Light and Reason,
Bestow upon me the fragrance of peace,

No more pain and division,
No more war and suspicion,

Shine the mercy of friendship on all nations,
Give us the days of summer’s rainbow rains.

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.

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.

O, my Beloved, Lord of Mercy and Life,
Give our world peace and sweet unity,

We have seen the men of war and chaos,
They fly the words of hate and division,

We shall not dance to their volcanic thunder,
In a room of colour and memories find peace,

Close your eyes and dance with your soul,
In a darkening world find the light of life.

On the eve of Valentine,
The night roads closed in,

No cards for the abandoned,
No roses for the homeless,

Life lived from a carton,
Eaten and discarded,

They are your brothers,
Your sisters, your friends,

One the eve of Valentine,
A soul wept alone in a deserted road.

In the late daylight a symphony of blades,
Angel wings encrusted with silent grief,

Too many lives lost,
Too many lives wept away,

O, my Lord of Mercy and Light,
Grace our world with hope,

We pray for the days of peace,
Let light and love wash away all pain.

There will always be the darkness at the edge of days,
Fear it not,

Remember the light upon the sacred bridge of the world,
Swirling upon the precipice,

Steel ribs and concrete muscle, a building decays and dies,
Watch how life still shines,

There she contemplates the Beloved's light at the close of day,
Each movement praises the Merciful,

This is her dance, this is her wish, this is her hymn to humanity,
This is her.

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.

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.

The real face of a poppy,
Blood red and blind,

They died far from home,
Fighting for rich men’s causes,

Lads from forgotten fields,
Buried in war’s merciless lies,

Their lives brief and loud,
Now, only the decaying silence,

Unbutton your red lapel flower,
And remember lest you forget,

Remember,
The price of war is humanity and truth.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Depression, stress, anxiety,
All killers,

Beware their disguises,
They wear smiles and confidence,

If you have a loved one,
Go warm their heart,

Fear the rain that dawns upon midnight,
It is the symphony of regret.

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.

My pillow, softer than jagged glass,
My dreams, more vibrant than a jailed rainbow,

Here I lounge, freedom dancing in my heart,
Here I weave, songs pure as silken honey,

No darkness shall cage me, none,
No fear shall trap me, none,

I am a nightingale, and these are my lands,
I am midnight, and I sing the sweet song of dawn.

There will be days of darkness and unrest,
The land coughing sick with worry,

Leaders barricaded behind dark doors,
Ignoring the writing upon the walls,

On those days bask in the Beloved's mercy,
Stand there by the golden doors of light,

Let pain and fear ebb away to distant shores,
Drink in the sweet nectar of existence,

Heal and nourish the soul with life's glow,
Paint each day with humanity's eternal rainbow.

Those dark orbs, in them floats a universe of light,
Regions unexplored, spaces where light flourishes,

Those who dare to play in the darkest of places,
To them belongs the treasures of life’s purest light,

Each soul will taste the fragrance of the unseen,
Their lips will sing the hymns of immortality.

For those who are gone,
They shall live on in our words,

Their songs will sing ever on,
And in dreams they still walk with us,

Sleep now sweet soul,
Sleep.

There is a silence that speaks of the soul,
Listen to the signs of the Beloved,

Those in search of ease and comfort,
They shall never find the pathways of the Beloved,

In a reservoir of shadows and lurking darkness,
Those are the pools where real treasures glow.

Some will use rhetoric and hostility,
Some will elect genocide and annihilation,

We will use love and peace,
We will elect to pray for unity,

One world,
One hope.