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)