In Olden Days were deity
to worship from a bended knee.
Their numbers were as grains of sand
with different names in every land.
And orisons were never free.

The sailor sued upon the sea,
the farmer from his field’s ennui,
but not for Man had idols planned
in Olden Days.

Reform betides us presently.
The long engaged theomachy
is fought with fewer gods on hand.
Still Man must sacrifice withstand
and ever do the Nations flee
the Olden Days.

Between the fibers
of this page,
an ancient magic
has been laid

Pressing leaves
with mystical power,
kissing the corners
to grow sunflowers

Cherish a word
a wish or rhyme,
making it grow
deep in your mind

Taking the letters
that are your divine,
weave them into
a master design

Make your own mold
and pour yourself in,
to not be yourself
is the greater of sins

Feel the earth
beneath your feet,
build your own kingdom
a heartlands retreat

Recalling homes once stood in pride,
the hearts are drained.
for those had sheltered flesh that dried,
and re-arranged.
As evil hit and shattered all,
the hearts, the souls, the flesh and wall,
now left the memory splashed and stained
with hearts that drained.

Someday he will come. When the timing is right
he'll ride to my door on a horse pure and white.
Perhaps, even better, a big jaguar -
not the wild animal … I mean the car -
with roses on long stems, chocolate delights.

He’ll whisk me away to his house on the heights,
the tale of my dull, boring life to re-write,
perchance even, one day, to make me a star.
Someday he will come

the sanctity of insanity is well revered
when common sense is badly used we fear
all that's strange and doesn't fit the norm
then fall backwards into ignorance

It's seldom that we find a place where
the sanctity of insanity is well revered
and when we do it is a special place
which absence would well be feared

When a neighbour speaks in tongues and sits
beside us with his words most strange
the sanctity of insanity is well revered
if we find it in ourselves

"Count your blessings", tells the saying,
think about the goods you're haying.
 Forsake your ills, forget them all 
 Your blessings make the grieves forestall.
Healthy paws enhance the swaying.

Money's worthless love is paying .
 Every little thing is weighing
with health and passion-overall.
Count your blessings.

I've gone and stood on one of them
oh god I hate them worse than phlegm
half pulverised to mangled meat
still wriggling, though near obsolete
I stood on it I say again

I feel so sick - it's caused mayhem
I wave my arms, and count to ten
my meal just may, on me, repeat
I stood on one

I know I sound like some weak femme
but those who've done it won't condemn
I scrape my heel, to try delete
the feel of slime on naked feet
bug or slug I squished it open
I stood on one
.

October zephyrs briskly blow
to sweep away September's fling
and yesterday's a brief echo -
a tantalising taste of spring

Today the trees cavort, dance, while
October zephyrs briskly blow
and, slyly, ebon clouds beguile
preparing moisture to bestow

in sharp cascades, on all below
prolonging winter's long furlong
October zephyrs briskly blow
and I have heard not one bird's song

It's great to have a dauntless heart,
a one that's filled with lots of hopes,
it always gives your life a start,
when overcomes the crucial slopes.

As life sustains a running peril
It's great to have a dauntless heart
to bravely lash its dangers-feral
that is a pretty real art.

This life is quite the biggest mart,
to trade in good and bad forever.
It's great to have a dauntless heart,
and get the best purchases ever.

March, we march because we must, oh we must.
We will never trust , you see?
Blind and numb, n'ere reaching thee.