My stand alone poetry

 Prophetic times

In mystical illusion's wherein the spirit dwelled

the wise men drew their options twixt sanity and dales

the faded footsteps told them the reasons for their joy

amongst the leaves of fallen trees where Truth and logic falls

The high esteem and virtues were stranded on that plain

where solitude and merriment were all but one the same

where lofty virtues told the tale and victory was at loss

amongst the Sanskrit words and rhyme where poetry was lost

The fallen angel withered in corridors of stone

where jackals hid their callings and the streets were made of gold

oh it was an order that masonic men recall where Jesuit's ans Jew's reside

but only the prophets calls. 

When deceit and half truth's hide our worth

there's little can be said for those who are locked at birth

there's foolish tongues and pages of regrets

forks in the road to take and none to yield

oh but for solitude and love to forgive

there's little hope in a world lost to him

Where the mirth of vanity hides beyond her mask

there's few will tread or dare to state a fact unsaid

there locked in memories yet forsaken Truth

the jester hollers words uncouth

Whilst savage breasts haunt the evening breeze

and silly fools gloss over the Truth of all to see

oh humble pie was scattered to the winds today

whilst Marys in the garden making her play

The vagrant soldiers lost in foolish gains

only the Truth survives through the love and pain.

  Fools paradise

Inside the fools paradise the sorcereses parades

some of them in wishing dreams and some are just old maids

there's hordes of people laughing there and telling porkies too

lots of foolish none sense amongst the drunken fools

They guide you to the waters edge

then call you to consent

with promises and foolish talk on the nuts parade

the solemn oaths are scattered there and lies reveal deceit

with hornets nest awaiting grace and the dumb folks gone asleep

The cross eyed talking masquerade was set to snare a trap

with frozen words and promises they beg you take a chance

the ladies and the gentlemen hide their foolish tongues

where gardens grow in sanctuary's and poets dream a lot

The craft was set there every night with lies and foolish art

where tables set to score a deal and tear your world apart

the tangled web they wove there was naught but stupid gain

with promises of monies and stores of acute pains

the humble art of reason was lost in crafty gains

whilst gentle folk walk on again and avoid the falling rain.

Deceit

When deceit and half truth's hide our worth

there's little can be said for those who are locked at birth

there's foolish tongues and pages of regrets

forks in the road to take and none to yield

oh but for solitude and love to forgive

there's little hope in a world lost to him

Where the mirth of vanity hides beyond her mask

there's few will tread or dare to state a fact unsaid

there locked in memories yet forsaken Truth

the jester hollers words uncouth

Whilst savage breasts haunt the evening breeze

and silly fools gloss over the Truth of all to see

oh humble pie was scattered to the winds today

whilst Marys in the garden making her play

The vagrant soldiers lost in foolish gains

only the Truth survives through the love and pain..

Silly realms

Pardon me if I'm absurd said the sandman to the fly

i count my blessings every night then whisper dreams gone bye

the sailboats sail to who knows where and little children play

whilst dreams are made in heaven and maidens knell and pray

The trumpet sounds were heard at night whilst the whispering winds gave chase

upon the page where poets scrawled and wise men they gave haste

the love they shared was etched in tears though none could state its cause

whilst writers lost their flowing pens and flowed with no discourse

The master of the house was lost whilst foolish dreams were caste

amongst the effigy's of pan and soldiers at the gate

the castle held no fortress's stone to bless the humpty downs

where sacrament's were handed out and warrants flown around

The cock did crow upon the hill and the pigeon gave a sigh

one sad neglected virgin girl was swooning to small fry

the vanquished armies turned and fled across the falls that day

whilst farmers counted crops that thrived and lovers in the hay.

Paradise poets

Paradise poets with love in their eyes

dream lands with sailboats and full of surprise

candyfloss maidens with lacy blue gowns

a fool on a bicycle peddling to town

Sunbeams and sailboats sailing from shore

windows that lookout on scenes love amour

silly boys surfing on sands full of sprite

dreamers and prophets with their thoughts full of grace

kisses in love land where memories are made

Faraway places with strange sounding names

children at play with happy free games

sandcastle valleys with flags flying free

shell bays and stud lands just by the sea

Hills that explore the beautiful scene

lollipop dreamers with grace in between

forests and enchantments that send you to space

with a gift in your hand and a smile on your face

In a tumbledown shack in a glade by the sea

where pastures are blessed were rabbits run free

where the sun shines there daily

and the moon scores at night with stars to delight

what a heavenly sight

Simple life's flowing with happiness realms

nursery rhymes alleys with tropical palms

gypsies in vardos with chavvys to spare

beautiful maiden with long flowing hair

A tale of two cities to delight you each day

one love to last as you knell down to pray

a forest of words that flow from the heart

with no wordily gossips to make you feel smart

A kiss in the moonlight with the stars twinkling free

a message from god written only for thee

in paradise alley were wolves never tread

there a candle to hold and light you to bed.