When a Poet Loves

The Empress lay upon the shimmering glades as they glisten with reflections upon morning dew. Within her heart dwells the spirit of Eternal Love, her stare a perfect
Blue. She hath known the touch of papyrus upon her palms, she hath known her calms
Immaculate yet retains in her stride the strength to ride the storm of mysteries tiding.
Such a beauty her eyes conceal, such a grace I’d never known as real before her soul
Strode so boldly within this heart of mine, abstracting the way I feel. She leaves me the
Time within which I may melt my insecurities. Freed am I from ‘dull realities’ as I stand
Straight by her side yet it is only now that I realize the true wonder of all that lay beyond
Her flesh, only now do I realize that she contains the freshest of poetic breaths.

The projection of her emotion upon the winds of the hills
Thrills as it fills the atmosphere of the poets heart.
The Good Folk, Fey, they dance around her, entranced by her creation,
She leads them unknowing in their dance as they plait their hairs to mimic the maiden,
They dance and chant and form circles within the garden green,
They are the children of our observation, those elemental beings
Who may fly so soft whilst swift upon emotion,
As all rivers flow towards the ocean so we must
Make the most of the moment,
Erect a monument to the memory of your Love
Take in the skies above and the ground below

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Towards the blue all rivers flow.

Storms ravish the coastlines as boundaries blur
Signposts are lost to the surge. Pushing, purging
The land is left fertile yet lifeless whilst microscopic
Parasites feed upon stagnant bloodlust. They feast
Upon decomposing beasts. Winds whip the stallions
Of their riding, spurring, cheering on with a howl.
Overturning leaves, Overturning trees as if some
Giant had arose from his slumber and sought his
Firewood beyond the realm of childhood fantasy.
Tides push against the shore in repetitive motions
Each time gaining ground, moment after moment
Measure for measure they will take in the grains of
The shore, soaking them more and more.

Only life breathes beyond the doorway.
Everyone who comes to the future lives here, now.

Who would be so bold as to take the greatest leap of faith
Casting in ritual away the face they hath known so long?
Hiding in the shadows as molten earth comes rolling

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I Left Last Night for London

Leave your bed your sanctuary
Asylum from the nightmare
Leave your life, your sanity
Come smile come share a while

I left last night for London though I don’t know the way
I’ll follow cars and follow far and hope I find my way
Chasing tarmac serpents snaking breaking on my way
I left last night for London; I hope I find my way.

Bowler hats and tailored suits, will I find them there?
Fashion students with pierced lips and red dye in their hair?
Umbrellas soaking wet and dogs all sick of barking
A sign in every place a go telling me that there’s no parking
I’ve lost myself upon the bridge, the tower bridge is folding
I find myself upon the verge with nothing I’m left holding.

A Double-decker phone box, will I find one there?
Surround by the punks and junk with wood glue in their hair?
Studded jackets, DM boots, will I see them there?

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At Peace Within The Soul Of The World

Here, sleeping, at peace within the soul of the world
The abyss of closing lids forbids the clothing of the sun,
Here I am, a story begun in a new heaven blooming
As the moon in feminine virtue pursues the stars in their descent.
They’re dancing now, dancing for us as we are angels
Lost upon a material plain, lost within the labyrinth of our supposed sanity,
Fighting to slay the beast of vanity that clouds judgement out of time.

Deep vibrations are shaking this land to its core.
I can hear it, tearing soulful chunks from the foundations of the valley
The Earth mother is crying, dying at the hands of
Her children frenzied with fear of the unknown.
Acid rain showers are melting the faces of
Business men as they stare uncomprehending at the sky.
The rain gods are angered at the bellowing of toxins
Into their lungs. Vengeance is assured.
Hear now the rain begins as still
The Earth is shaking; the curtains are flying off the rails,
And each in their own world united begins to come to
Terms with the failings of heartfelt aspiration.

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Orchestral Proportions

Generation subsequent, momentum gallops,
Running freely awesome natures rides.
As the wild hunt frolics in the sky.
Politicians in unison must recognise
That which the people keep well disguised.
Hidden from the view of pigsty atrocities stewing,
Boiling, frothing forth a flock of birds
As they tweet in twee harmonies
Of orchestral proportions unheard.

The Sky pale blue and bluer still
The Lovers locked upon the hill,
As we question what it is to love,

What it is to be free in a society that
Feeds you your history the way they would have it,
They way they read it through tainted eyes of bias magnitudes,
All to feed an attitude of hatred for their brother,
Each black ribbon sister in distress.

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Confusion

Here I am, a poetic soul lost within the confusion of fairy tale romance.
Here I am, a prophetic soul lost within a realm of ever dancing shadows.

Outside the world is waiting still, there she lay upon the hill beckoning me,
Painting flowers blue and grey, there she lay, awaiting the sun to rule the day.

The clouds are blanket comforts, offering shade at the most poignant of times,
This world is mine for a while, a bubble un-burst reflecting auras of emotion.
The sky is an ocean deep; the sky is beckoning sleep beyond the call for weeping.
Earthed through the act of breathing alone, I know my soul to be growing through
Rooted to the home I know so well as my sanctuary. Soon I am to leave,
Soon I am to breathe again the world anew and know a city green as my asylum.

I am a man who would seek to know you if I did not believe that I was already
Doing so through growing to know myself. I am a man who may never place
The voice of my heart upon the shelf and though ignored at times the calling of
My soul is ever present. I am a dreamer through and through, I have no excuses,
And through dreams I believe that a new heaven, a new reality is revealed.

I am a man who wishes to fulfil the potential of his love, his source. I am a man

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The Alchemists Kitchen

The Alchemist's kitchen
Riddled with dragons,
Symbolism lost to the erosion of time
Swealtering heat brings your pulse to the fore,
Feel the essense of life pounding in your eardrums.
Beat to the rhythm, Your wings may lift you if you try
Your songs, angels will sing for you if your cry.

Everything is lost, Still everything is shown, Woven threads by a hand unknown, incomprehensable to those that dwell too long in their science, be it art or the workings of the cosmos. The universe as one, unity, what is known by the void will be shown to those who do not dwell too long in practice, cease the reigns. Ride, Rise, Rose.

To lie, Embrace the shimmering glades,
Swooning inwards seemlessly,
Below the waning moon, dancing in the shade
Turning inward dreamily

Feed the daemon so we may feast, upon a hearty meal, upon the ale of yeast, Not least so we may slay the daemon to feed a thousand souls with the carcass of a beasts no one knows, knew as well as I, flesh torn from the hide. So far as he was, detached from the norm, still retaining a calm you'd least expect to rule the eye of the storm.

Dreams on sunken solitude, seem to feed an attitude of remorse for a life we moarn that has not yet passed.
Systematic malfunctions, Telepathic junctions, stuck in a jam, straight out of the frying pan into the fire.

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Thirteen treasures

Watching as the shadow's stretch across the plains,
A silhouette by any name,
As the sun god lays down upon the hilltop,
Radiating the valley with a gesture of his palms.

The moon goddess in her silver grace,
Race's down by the riverside, reflecting in pool's of tears
Every fear we've tried to hide,
Push back along the way.

Without a lie, in the most honest of truth's,
Was the revealed the proof of unison,
Nothing to exist without all as one,
As power resides in the heaven's,
It lives, breathes within the heart of man.

Look into the eye's of the beast,
Primal natures suppressed by a society that feed's the history books it's king's and queen's.

Below as above, above as below,

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A Power Is Rising!

They are sailing for distant shores
Trying to find a little more
Trying to escape the trail of industrial horizons.

Driven from our paradise where are we to turn?
Who will open up their doors to us?

Relics of the person I once was are floating
Endless dust desert trails, seeking a soul that they can trust
In re assembling the form I knew before the storming of my years.
The looking glass is beckoning bliss with the promise of beauty
The reflection is a hollow facade, a mask of light in falsity.

Contemplation
Meditation
Appreciation

Each is a road worth wandering as
We turn within the shadows of ourselves.
Staring into the flames of visions empowering,

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We Eternal

Prepare yourself my child for the time is rising
And it is we the young - we eternal - we unknown
Who are to weave in to the pages of the great wheel turning

The story itself is a wild beast yearning
Yearning for the bliss of wisdoms kiss and learning
Learning day by day to keep the world away.

Isolated - Desolate and dressed in forest shadows
Can you hear the music of mountain caverns?

They claim the clock to breath and that our mother has no pulse.

The sun has arisen and once more the southern soil beneath my feet begins to bake in the rising heat
The streets in the town beyond the horizons are tarmac snakes devouring
Hour by hour the restless - the faceless are lost

And here upon the boundary of the generations
I stand knowing that all that has passed has been for the good of all,

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