in air crisp
the moon that night
as will-o'-the-wisp's
haunting light

shone upon
the flehmening mare
breath aspiral
in the air

shone upon
majestic beast
shades o' cinnamon
from furthest east

shone upon
in secret awe
and hummed this tune
upon the moor

ruled by baboons
governed by a goon
******* by buffoons
every - - - - - - - day!

and if we fume or cuss
fulminate or fuss
they won't talk or discuss
but this is what they say:

Tweet tweet, shush shush,
now now, come come!

Goose, force-fed,
eyed me in pain
as they poured down the grain
heavy as lead

horse snorted and heaved
panted to breathe
as rider pulled tight
reined in with might

child wide-eyed
with innocent wonder
suffocated, tied,
till they go under

(fed like a goose
head in a noose
squeezed nice 'n tight
it doesn't seem right.)

till as a zombie
they stumble and fall
automated combi
with no recall

of who they are
'neath the exterior
'neath false coiffeur
o' Mother Superior.

lives ruled by externalism,
idle chatter and palaver,
egotism, journalism,
pave way to world disaster.

let's tune in to inner world
morality and true goodness
let's stop being swirl'd 'n twirled
ruled by puffed up lewdness

give me a leader of themselves a master
before he drives the world to disaster
if himself he cannot rule
we might as well be led by mule.

on eggshells i tread
scared of my shadow
with whisper and dread
skirt unknown meadow

Frightened to step inside
loose self in the flow
fright, in corner hide,
as spirit cries, 'let go '.

'let go of the reins,
forget the world,
laugh at the pains
of getting unfurled.'

'shake off the care
cut loose the cords
rise to the air
beyond human swords.'

Cloak'd in verdant green,
Wrapp'd in royal blue
Finest golden sheen
From crown o' shining hue

Face as burnished prism
Gushing grace aglow
With acts of altruism
Rushing to and fro

Radiating hospitality
Welcome to humanity,
In tender, softness, sympathy
Kindness, good-will 'n charity.

Sweetest music o' rauschpfeife  
Fills a world aswarm
As he sows the seeds of life,
As he breathes sentient form,

Whilst in quietest corner
Soars transparent spirit
Rays o' purple adorn her
Fires of sweetest merit

In a space of nothingness
In centre of sensual emptiness
Yearns for soul of all-thing-ness
Yearns for grace of no-thing-ness

For that hidden Seed of Soul
Who treads unseen in silence
Who is the Whole that fills the hole
The place of spirit subsidence

In the darkness of the night
Far from starkness o' crass light
Wrapped in black, mind aflame,
Takes her leave, takes to flight

So these two opposing sides,
Intransigent as moon divides
Sea from sand in cyclic tides
Each with lords and angel guides

Till He saw that it was good
And so created harmony
Peace between the outer hood
And inner returning fervency.