Blessed words, like Blessed Creation,
Inspired phrases, gifting Blessed Inspiration,
Harmonized letters, free of chains and fetters,
Mixed and stirred and baked,
Never chemically processed or otherwise faked,
Some poets dance steps,
Followed by thumb snapping Heps-sters,
Or Hipsters or Hippies,
Sporting little do-hickeys,
Choosing rainbow colours of hair,
Donning desired garb that they wear,
Depending on tribe, or primal groove,
Oh those poems and songs, how they make me move!

Mental up, time takes no prisoners,
half empty, half full,
we choose our own cup.

Oceans of emotions reef the world,
rivers of tears and gales of laughter, set the stage,
as precious moments are unfurled.

Runes like tunes tell of fortune and strife,
naked, under all, we fumble, or dance, 
through this dreamy, cosmic life.
 
Choose your cup well,
for melodies, and day dreams, like acid,
can be placid or hell.

Shine on, as the moon and the sun, 
climb down the velvet sky,
seek glorious meadows where lions and lambs gently lie.

Ring chimes, eat limes, sing harmonious, 
as the stars tell their historic tale,
pray for peace, time filled with love,
so your soul doesn't stumble or fail.

Exudation

Exude reciprocity,
All familial works,
Magnanimous generosity,
With tricky orgasmic quirks.

Can sun shine any harder?
Could seas rise still higher?
Might wars empty every home's larder?
May revolution expose every lying liar?

Contain dormant blind rage,
Digest emotional yearning,
Lock-up evil in a steel cage,
Remove the blinders so we keep learning.

Salmon fin upstream seeking new beginning,
Arctic Terns brave storms, far north and due south,
Caribou wander rugged taiga and treeless tundra migrating,
God's creation serving obscure reality, hand to mouth.

Instagram a sultry, sleeping world,
Tweet cryptic, mystic rhymes,
Catch bolting asteroids with bare hands as they're hurled,
Twitter blips and bleeps 'cross a silent universe in these arcane times.

Dissolve freedom,
Disassemble all life,
Let blasphemy curtail Eden,
Epitaphs lay discarded by the wayside, flensed and broken by the warlords bloodied knife.

There's a cosmic wheel turning,
Stars duly yield to instant karma in the vastness of this revolving universe,
Planets and moons juggle realms, juxtaposed round suns blazing, evolving, burning,
Buddha sojourns with Brahma in heavenly repose, quietude, sipping sweetened tea, humming sacred chants and Sanskrit verse. 

Round the horn of Mars mounted knights prevail,
Past Saturn's rings, deep into space they sail,
Gleaning golden orbs of cosmic dust, they halt and hail,
God's word, unified in thought and deed, adorned with shining armour, linked by holy chain mail.

Guess the weight of the planet!
Remove all obstacles as ambient order walks hand in hand with virulent disorder,
Stare forever into an oblong sun, mixing myth and mystery, as God planned it,
Compelled by hearts desire, wandering down this timeless corridor.

Dig new potatoes, blissful, as the neighbour's cattle low,
Sit eating peaches under a flashing summer haze,
Mutter murky prose as stockpiles of munitions round the world grow,
Revel in posterity as death counts the dead, plagued by this rancid daze.

All things finally into dust,
Into black holes all wanton light congeals,
Sediments of existence fail and rust,
Alpha and Omega, diligent time forever conceals.

If love exists, if God exists, if intimacy is not crushed,
One heart joins all in this sacred test,
If delusion alludes to character that remains unbrushed,
One world, one planet, one soul, fulfills the quest.