Saturnalia

Saturnalian cold
he hides his horns
belies the lie
from day to day
he feeds on fear
and energy
and blood and bones

saturnalian chic
will yet beguile
no desperation burns
quite like the lightless eyes
of those who strive
and yearn
for heaven’s style

the multitudes thereby
all search for light defracted
so distracted
and seduced
by satan's smile

which hides a sneer
at all the earth's pure light
the endless ebb and flow
of love's true vibrancy and glow
a dark december night
originally brilliant and bright
they stole the magic
just for show

but just like ice and snow
real heat and warmth will make them go
true love stands up to all, and so
the fracturing veneer
will disappear
as wisdom stands
scales in her hands
for those who know

Signed (liberal with kisses)

(For John Keats) :)

Fair the gentle mountain flower
hardy in the cruellest of terrains
smiling at the sun whenever
sunlight breaks through snow and hail and rain
fragile in the mist, a quivering
heart amid the maddeniing earthly chains
gazing at the sky a wondering
what on earth of freedom still remains
keep this mountain flower in your
pages filled with wonder, wild with wishes
never doubt the power of our
love, alive and liberal with kisses

Queen Canute

We shake our incredulous heads
Bright sparks among the brain dead
waving their flags at the future queen
she owns the sea bed

money rolling in
like waves
for doing not a thing
a rich man's daughter
while her working subjects fight to bring
their heads to just above the water

O scales of justice
a balance, please restore
where a world of work and sweat and debt
pays for the new clothes of the Empress
the poor man getting less
as the media tumbles froth and lies

But also tumbling is the truth
unstoppable and wise
like a storm upon the sea shore

Egypt on the Rise (No suits and ties)

(Memories of Eden)

Egypt on the rise
by all means necessary, what it takes
the little white man in his office
England shakes

something in his
milky tea toned heart
of beer and safely distant tabloid tits
no threat of real women
but a seed of something
starts to start
and now awakes
and something shifts

BBC and media
controlled hysteria
spread the fear

there's no belief in man's ingenious
beauty, peace
it must be heinous violence
but the protest reaches high
into the heavens
out with tyrants

something in your sand and soil
dear Egypt, holds a secret
that no office man or media anchor girl
can spoil
its coming like a whisper
as the spark of real hope
begins to filter
and unfurl

No suits and ties
No regurgitated lies
No phoney muslim guru, no
it all lies in your dark Egyptian
eyes

This Twinkling of Existence

When this violent tide
eventually subsides
and has abated
breathe deep
remember all the ones you hated
the energy you spent
on matters virulent
for soon the winds of love will come
and see your sails of anger
float like seagulls, calm and sated

For in this lies a clue
the gentle breeze, while not the storm
it has the power to subdue
the raging breast,
create the power of a love
made manifest
And see your fellow man
not as a threat
but as a flower that
you hold within your hand
for you are he and he is you
and the fragile ache of memory
you have to understand
once he is gone
will make you wish
you had been kinder
when all thats left is but
an everlong
and nagging deep regret
as a reminder

I Am A Memory Come Alive

I am a million years old

I am a memory come alive

Stone breathes with fractal freedom

Roses shimmer and vibrate with beauty frequencies

Consciousness is a Rose

I am a million years old

maybe a bud that never got to grow but oh

at least I was here, in this time, in this place

at least I got to see your face

that took a million years for me to make

the perfect face i got to make

the perfect face i lived to get to see

and thats the reason i am me



I am a memory come alive

and so are you

brought back to live in love

and all who lay the path of

density

and build their temples and their icons up

in negativity

denial of the Equity

the time will come you'll see

non-fractal boxes that they strive to put us in

will fade

and we'll be free

Capability Brown

Lancelot Brown
Standing gazing
feeling breathing stone
small in a world of handsome trees and storm
waved his little hand
and a different world was born

"If only" he thought "if I
could recreate this bliss
where the world of green can kiss the blue of the sky
and the taming of nature's beast
wilderness beauty and cultivation debt
could blend into a heavenly garden, well at least
if God laughs at my effort and sweat
he knows i tried to make a paradise here
fusion of the wild, tempered by the kind"

And with that in mind
he wandered the land
and he stamped his northumbrian dream
with the wave of his hand

Lancelot Brown (1716 – 1783)

Liberate Nature Child

To go to the ancient house
of dark and wild
with destiny entwined
in wooded winter waste
a gossamer eternity
in her icy fingers takes
the twists and turns
and makes of this
the wondrous rapture
evergreen into a kiss

in blossoms
crown of flowers
beyond the world
of time and hours
start of summer
dream and sighs
and falling like a petal
from the leafy tree of skies
where at your sacred feet
she rises up
into the wonder
of your eyes

Fallen Angel

Tortured angel
twisted
and enlisted
squirming on his
crumbling champions phoney pedestal
terrified of heaven
only understanding hell

the chiming of a bell
a fall from hero
to a frantic sentinel
the tragic loss, bereft
of granted crown
his only talent left
is to fight, day after day
without relent
in every way
just like a devil
fighting hard
to bring the angels down
down to his level

No Such Thing As A Poor Country

no such thing as a poor country
all overflowing rich with bounty
only humans make them poor

a manufactured poverty
deliberately so
imprisoned from their birth
born free, they make a hell hole
of this rich abundant earth

polluted minds extend to their surround
corrupting all and everything around

no fruit or flower, herb or healing spice
can sway, convince or make them realise
that they were born to live in paradise

One and I

Oh I am the freshness of your very eyes
all the names sail by like seabirds
not for the fainthearted, one and I
all the wolves, their friends sent radiant
yet radiation underlies
their every motive so
oh I am the freshness of the iris in your eye
cast up from the bowels of the earth
but diamond like in intent in a sense
a sparkle
jewel encrusted epitome of innocence

and all of the names sail by like seabirds
not for the fainthearted
one and I

world affairs

man draws a line in the sand
then gives the command
a man on one side of the line
fights a man on the other side
starts a fight with a man like him
a manufactured divide
and a man up above takes the profits of sin
from the ones lower down, suffering

give him a name, any name
a jew, a christian or a muslim - any label
that fuels the violence
and keeps the world
and the human heart unstable

the mother earth divine
intended and divised no division lines
such ideas wouldnt cross her mind
its the land and the sea
and all the people were put here
to be happy and free
so they could live in the bounty
and partake of the beauty
abundance and harmony

an original idea
free from fear
in the balance of natural law
there is no such thing as war

a simple solution for all
take all the lines away
then hate and the armies fall
for there's nothing to fight for any more
and man is free to play
for the rest of his earthly days.

The Air of Elsewhere

(part one)

In a blanket of liquid Elysium

Glancing at the world,

Like an after shot

Was I really ever there

In that utter hell hole

That explains the manic stare

That explains the despair

And intention to go nowhere

And meet no-one

And avoid the daylight and the sun

That explains the confusion

That explains the fire

In the words that are written

The wrestle with the devil

Savagely bitten

Yearning for heaven

That explains the desire

Islands of the blessed

Sanctuary for the stressed

It was strange in the dream

I was so obsessed

And it seemed insane

That’s not my name

And the bravery of someone

Who could take a dare

To come here, alone

And the only home

And the only protection

Was the air of elsewhere

Release the Matisse

Falseness Falls
Infinity Calls
When the inside out is a cut out dove on the wall
He's got it all

In the concrete scream of a city scene
when a mind has original colours and a dream
always ready to
release the Matisse in us all

would it be easier
if the love paint splatter explosion police
came with an ancient idea called peace?
all war would cease and its
Infinity we're chasing after all

In a wheelchair, pointing a stick at the reverential
unleashing the ultimate potential
and releasing the Matisse
in us all


Henri Matisse (French Painter) - 31 December 1869 – 3 November 1954

To awake

to wake to the whole
unreal idea of time
something blows away
the cobweb construct
of the mind
the blinding vision
of something so sublime
creates the revelation
that immediate elimination
of the fear
is yours

and then the spirit soars
with just the recognition
that a higher love divine
is truly here

just let it whisper
in your ear

Sovereign

So here is the time
he walks the earth
and truth from lies
he steals
from rich to poor

he moves the air
and the living being knows and feels
for sure
his hands, his heart, his soul, his eyes are finally here
a vision so sublime

in his rhythm, in his rhyme
all pain now disappears
without a care

i envy the breeze
that moves around
his hair

Benediction

there was a day in golden times
long since forgot
i placed within your hand
a flower blue forget-me-not
and uttered thence a prayer
whatever happened, you'd be there
and uttered a prediction
that all throughout the years of fact and fiction
at your final benediction
when you rose there'd be a whisper
like a scripture
that all would only dive
with half the picture

but where they only see
part of your soul
and that part solely
i hold within my heart
the picture whole
it is divine, defines the word
and the word is holy

The eve of truth

Is this the thing?
like Eve
put to the test
reached for an apple
but it was
a hornets nest
so much does pointless knowledge bring
a million years of endless stings and suffering
today, a thousand new age false messiahs
where history is written by the liars
woman - demonised, despised
her version of events is not required
the word of man, a heinous libel
in his neverending bible
we only have his word for it, at best
when maybe she was happy
with the perfect kiss
and sighing on the bliss
of Adam's chest

Anodyne

swept up in a night of a billion thousand stars in the sky
cast up
in a swell of music,
rhythm and rhyme
wrapped up in a cloak of silver love dust sparkles
love-locked in the gaze of the endless eyes of time
it's anodyne

a race through the heavens high enlighted to rejoice
all atoms resonating to the deep and the high combined in the perfect voice
to swing on the songs and the words and the sounds is to pray
makes me feel like the Milky Way

a cosmic harp and an echo laden clarinet
some bells heralding a super sonic safety net
to connect from afar and somehow they reach us here
the heart in the cold material earth world hears the clarion call
and in its safe vibration it frees us all from fear,
it frees us all

the universe is a circuit of creator interface
star sparks form a lace in a work of an endless love
and the reliable force when you feel in pain is a real embrace
you are all
and a gift from the one,
from the one
above

Earth is our Garden

Earth is our garden
a boundless endless place of perfect bliss
no jailer, lord, dictator, boss or warden
can keep or hide this truth away from us

no mental prison, clique or club or workplace
no pressure to purchase a certain brand
no acquiessence into mental slavery
like birds we have the freedom of the land

no border, fence, blockade or wall or checkpoint
division up of land or name of country
no ownership or landlord, creed or council
can ever steal the playground of the free

The Honey Business

Bees are buzzing
fortifying
defenders of the flowery faith
people in the media say
the bees have had their day

but bees are like a buzz within your mind
the sort of thoughts that are the honey kind
just like the birds that sing
the twitter network
i invented
full of tweetness
heaven scented
bees provide the sweetness
they are in the honey business
they rock and roll
they pollinate the flower in your soul

the bee said to me
"there are things i hate about this world
the ones that block the honey
the corporate ones who only value money
who try and make a mess
of all my fractal mother nature loveliness"

i said to him
"there are things i really hate about myself
where to begin
but honey gives you lovely skin"