Getting high with Obama

Happy new year! and well done to the first black president.

Folk song (unfinished)

I hear a song of paradise
while the ship doth sleep in the maze.
While our hero drops the power dice
and the Genie slips his gaze.

Oh, one fair day our heroine
she stooped neath the shade of the trees.
She grasped a gem from the clear blue stream
And her hair it blew in the breeze.

Musing

Oh, flower of the revolution
sing your poetry with your eyes.
Sad eyes, nonchalant in poverty,
wide mad eyes, giddy from haven's flight.
Remove your dark tears from night.
Paste a new channel from the
great threadbare history...
Solemn Love illuminations,
Revolatory meanderings beyond borders.

whisper your dreams

As the sun to a shadow
so the bike wheels
to the yellow lines
Silver balloon hanging surreal
from the gangly tree.
Pink traily reflections,
dithering indigo light over the pharmacy.
Fulbourn bound in winter,
making energetic loops in orbit
around this disparate microcosm.

Artroom reggae

effervescent museum,
Forget the tattered labyrinths
of deep bleated Universities...
Corroborate the languid moment.
Fill your soul with the beauteous
Earth mystery.
Within and without;-
Arm the spirit with solid fusions
Bathe your soul and merge
at last to the lazy night.