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Goodnight my frightened friend
Bright lights upset your heavy head
So just forget the world instead
Sleep tight let nature send
Blissful surrender for a while
A brief escape from fortune’s trial

Goodnight my broken bride
Strange sounds disturb your muddled mind
So just relax leave life behind
Sleep tight let passion ride
A precious tide of potent peace
Where tortured spirits find release

Goodnight my weary one
The party was such fun
Round we run, round we run

Goodnight my drowsy dream
Hard hope destroys your cheerful charm
So just embrace the creeping calm
Sleep tight let reason seem
A magic stream of consciousness
Deeper than mere words can express

Goodnight my sorry soul
The party took its toll
Round we roll, round we roll

Goodnight my languid love
Sleep tightly wrapped in slumber’s velvet glove
While wide awake I blankly stare above
Sleep my love
Keep warm and covered
Sleep tight, goodnight


Strange Changes

Watching Life’s mystery
Quiver quite clear,
Chasing Love’s ecstasy
Ever so near,
Following Freedom we wander to cease,
Searching for Heaven’s pure peace.

Bringing Faith’s prophecy
Closer each day,
Giving Art’s harmony
Serious play,
Worshipping Reason we suffer to learn,
Praying for Favour’s true turn.

Cherishing Conscience we gather to share,
Conquering Chaos we linger to stare,
Singing Tone’s poetry, Music word born,
Striving for Beauty’s dear dawn.

Holding Hope’s fantasy
over sure Doubt,
Letting Trust’s honesty
Pour it’s Heart out,
Nurturing Nature we prosper to grow,
Waiting for Karma’s fair flow.

The Revenge Of The Innocent


At first the worst did fall, amid riddle that burst all vitality, stall the hidden forbidden wonder beyond the wall of rude crude intruding reality. Yet upset regret yearned, burned, turned fear to clear idea, here, now, somehow to come from humble diligence, the omnipresence of those brave, grave, chosen saviours,,,,

Shall we dare to care, play fair, smell the spell of Hell, stay well aware, or spill a pop-a-pill thrill to kill our will, stop proper skill still fine to teach each sign, reach the line of shining spirit, fit the bitter fight to ignite the right despite?

The revenge of the innocent, a most excellent boast! A toast to the government deciding, deriding the ultimate trip, the delicate grip of blunt power devouring its tail, the stunted hate-of-the-State failing to steal the proud crowd, appealing aloud to justice remiss, hailing the healing kiss of “Live To Forgive”, the hunted hour of its fatal flower,,,,

Through seductive memes, instructive dreams and destructive schemes you who led the tread of dreaded Dionysian dance hewed dead chance, survived to thrive, driving silent evolution to striving violent revolution, a magic tragic war, the Law a whore no more.

The Devil spoke, awoke the next level of desire, an extra fire to inspire, to start the heartfelt meltdown, drown the empire entire, the broken crown a jagged antique streak, a haggard staggering mouldy old slag. Evil believed achieved the cross of dross, the loss of faith to atheistic histrionics, drastic tonics tossed back-to-the-rap of wacky tacky crap.

While in the street I cheat deceit, begin my kinky beat by the neat neighbourhoods, defeat the “Goods”, the “Shoulds”, the “Woulds If Coulds”, deny the lie, fly high past dry persuasion, fast evasion slyly cast to own the zone, the jealous moan of blame, the smile of shame, the game of style, the zealous trial of precious paradise, the sacrifice of God to an odd archetypal form, the normal ripe rich hype of reason’s trickery, the quick slick wicked kick-of-the-stick,,,,

And so the masquerade must show its trust lost, the dust of frosty word, the musty serenade half heard below the laughing bird of love, ever above the clever shove of quaint restraint, the dainty dazzle of frazzled control held over our roving World Soul,,,,

Like Oedipus one pleads the curse, shocks the universe to strike the wretched drama undone, mocks the star-stretched, scar-sketched Karma thus far run, bleeds the deeds of naked man, the sacred plan with us begun, the dithering, slithering fantasia of crazy what not got gone, the consequential, accidental mess of essential success.

New Future Fantasy – Tripping


Life’s prim picture soon chances to play
Nubile nature will ever sweet sway
Fantasy accept and convey
Only if we go tripping

Love’s fresh flower soon dances to share
Pregnant power will ever soft care
Harmony receive and declare
Only if we go

Flipping that zip-zapping magic
Splat slick atavistic appeal
Dripping with dithering pleasure surreal

Life’s weird wiggle soon quivers to soar
Gallant giggle will ever quiet roar
Mystery excite and implore
Only if we go tripping

Love’s pure passion soon shivers to bloom
Fatal fashion will ever quick plume
Ecstasy arrive and resume
Only if we go

Slipping through pip-popping music
New ripe archetypal design
Ripping round ground breaking earth shaking
Free re-birth divine

Only if we go
Only if we go
Only if we go tripping, skipping, tripping on yon wonderblur place
Tripping, skipping, tripping by nigh psychoflow space
Tripping, skipping, tripping on yon wonderblur place
Tripping, skipping, tripping by nigh psychoflow space
Go trip a mazy motion, skip a hazy notion, trip a crazy potion, skip a lazy ocean, go
Trip a dizzy measure, skip a fizzy pleasure, trip a busy leisure, skip a whizzy treasure, go
Tripping, skipping, tripping on yon wonderblur place
Tripping, skipping, tripping by nigh psychoflow, sky plateau
Psychoflow, tightened bow
Psychoflow, vital show
Psychoflow, sly hello
Psychoflow, spry tiptoe
Psychoflow, flighty row
Psychoflow, diamond glow
Psychoflow, I nouveau.

New Future Fantasy – Desire’s Dream


Revealed, turned on
Awoken by our sleepy season
Conception’s quiet design
Inside love’s petty play

Concealed, burned, gone
Unspoken by our rapid reason
Exceptions quite divine
Collide life’s dizzy day

Now all is one so none can sever
Clever done by heaven to redeem
Rein the main endeavour
To forever face the blinding beam
And chase desire’s dream.

Realised bright, clear
Protected by our passive power
Attraction’s very soul
Soft sings love’s giddy game

Surprised right here
Perfected by our fickle flower
Distraction’s rigmarole
Fast flings love’s fleeting flame

Now all is fundamental matter
Running through a universal theme
From each tiny tatter
This then that must race the slippery stream
And chase desire’s dream.

All is one so none can sever
Clever done by heaven to redeem
Rein the main endeavour
To forever face the blinding beam

All is one so none can sever
Running through a universal theme
Rein the main endeavour
To forever race the slippery stream
And chase desire’s dream.

Indian Constellations

My friends and I were ripe with wanderlust. Flushed with our successful A level results we were full of eager optimism, savouring the first bloom of independent adulthood. We determined to go on a tour of exotic locations, exploring the strange lands of the mystical East. With a keen spirit of earnest camaraderie we were soon on the magic bus, tripping through the weird dream regions of our bizarre itinerary.

After many adventures on our transcendental travellings we all felt the call of home. As we were soon passing an international Japanese airport we decided that we would stop there, leave our cosy coach, and catch a flight straight back to our normal lives. In the meantime I curled up on my cramped seat to get some sleep, as all this excitement had left me exhausted.

But I slept too long, as when I awoke all my companions were gone and my flight home was far behind. It seems that my so-called comrades had thoughtlessly disembarked without waking me. I was hurt and disappointed at their apparent selfishness, and the lack of that fellowship so evident at our journey’s start.

Then I became aware of new passengers who had replaced my old colleagues, fresh explorers on this mystery tour. As they chatted in their familiar cliques I felt somewhat alone, although these fledgling tourists were in no way hostile or alien to me, most of them seeming to be well mannered young Americans.

By now night had fallen and our extraordinary excursion had reached the ancient pagan panoramas of India. I looked out of the windows to see vast black-green plains passing by, seemingly stretching forever in awesome vistas of rich sombre shadow. Then my sight was brilliantly distracted by the sky, which glittered bursting with a prodigious array of the most fantastical stellar constellations. It was as if all the stars had moved that much closer to Earth, and multiplied into celestial formations of dazzling esoteric abundance. Despite the uncomfortable ride in this battered old vehicle on a bumpy dirt road, I was totally captivated at the pure beauty and spectacular wonder of this exquisite vision.

I knew that synchronicity had favoured me by misfortune, leaving me deserted in this secret scene of cosmic consciousness. It appeared that the universal striving for self knowledge had come a giant step closer, and was using my perception and understanding as a means to its realisation. I recognised the yogic wisdom of the way things are and always will be, which now illuminated my very soul. I felt blessed to be observing this most precious picture, and sorry for my fleeting friends who will never witness such an incredible wonder. For me life would never be the same again.

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Strange Changes

My midsummer’s day song,,,,

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