Hard times bristling intention

Forced entry into faith’s open door

Strengthened mine own deliberation

Confidence peals, oozing ev’ry pore

Reality fluxes The Real – smooth

Passage through tribulations of day

Inspiration drives a spinning groove’s

Harnessed, invisible mainstay


Respect also  goes to my shadow

Partner inc. and many other things

Helped to grease life – with no tomorrow

Always drank from hope’s eternal spring

Like angels hidden amongst men

FarI design complete construction

Victor in battle – one against ten

Neatly sowed Babylon destruction


Righteous Earth outside of your world

For such are blessed – and to live in it

This solution finally unfurled

Artful coexistence in Spirit

It was, before, ridiculed as joke

No one actually believed

A disembodied voice spoke

Or, indeed, a virgin conceived


Behold!  Peaceful revolution

Conquered with sweetest bible song

Cramp and paralyse institutions

Stand firm: chanting and chanting strong …..


England In 1819 ….

An old, mad, blind, despised and dying king, –

Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow

Through public scorn, – mud from muddy spring, –

Rulers who neither see, nor feel, nor know,

But leech-like to their country cling

Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow, –

A people starved and stabbed in the untilled field,

An army, which liberticide and prey

Makes as a two-edged sword to all who wield, –

Golden and sanguine laws which tempt and slay;

Religion Christless, Godless – a book sealed,

A senate – Time’s worst statute unrepealed, –

Are graves, from which a glorious Phantom may

Burst, to illumine our tempestuous day.

By: Percy Bysshe Shelley…