Imagination

None can fault the Holy Grail

The Words there will never fail

Imagination plays its part

In the mind of Art.

Only one source of sweet repose

In the Word as all the pieces know

The Thin White Queen knows it too

And that Word she will never eschew.

The playing of the mind adds spice

To an otherwise lonely life

Don’t confuse the truth with play

Know the Word and forever stay

In the field of the battle for the mind

To the Thin White Queen be kind…

She plays a game with your psyche

Watch out for the trip up mighty

That will trick you into thoughts confusing

And lead you into holy musing…

To The Thin White Queen give honour due

She loves you and you and you…

Avalon

Avalon- my sanctuary, where I have been out to heal

Above all the criticism, blame and murder foul.

The lights are on, and it is my spiritual home

Peace reigns, because the Thin White Queen is known

By Saints and Angels only

A woman so lonely

But filled with Spirit and therefore beyond the hurt

Of the cruel mindset and the false answers, curt

A haven of rest for body, mind and soul

For the waves of rancour never do roll

Over that place so exalted and safe and sound

One place on the planet so free and yet so bound

One day to freedom’s choice land of bliss

To escape this

The dull thud of the head upon the pillow

And once again cast out upon the billow…

The Black King and the White Queen

The Black King and the White Queen

Had a passionate love affair

It burned up the grass into cinders

And filled with singing the air.

The Black King loved so passionately

The Queen was as happy and free

He taught her every powerful move

And he loved her endlessly.

The heights of eternal devotion

Infiltrated her very soul

In an instant he gained a magnificence

She never before did behold.

His power and her passion enveloped

The world and those all around

They loved and adored each other

Until the day they were put underground.

They both relinquished together

Their hold on a mortal life

Into a glory they blossomed eternal

Their passion fulfilled and their strife.

Forever they yield to each other

In beds of permanent bliss

Never a love story witnessed

As true and mighty as this.

Betrayal

They sat together on the milk white steed

Chatting happily never lost or disagreed

Friends and comrades of the way

Close and intimate to always stay.

Hold my hand in the park

Keep me safe in the dark

Bring me tea and leave me alone

My dear compassion is the phone.

It never lets me down but takes

Away my fear that never makes

Me feel I am left out or not loved

A simple machine friendship adored

But it cannot touch, it cannot feel

On logics couch I must kneel

To talk with mind and touch a hand

A person is what must with me stand

Do not betray my fragile sense

Make me uncomfortable and tense

Be my friend and comfort me

Betray me not completely…

The Black Steed

He charges headlong into the foray

His lady love her hand will ever stay

On his belovèd breast and her renown

Will follow on and all others will confound.

To rescue her from her heartless blame

He, eternal victory does claim

Over the demonic hoards that seek her doom

Receding her psyche to the single room.

The Black steed plunges into the battle

The bones of the Knight do surely rattle

As he lunges with sword and stave

Sending hate and blame to the eternal grave.

Her hand gently on his breast does rest

She his lady love now will caress

And love her still though all others fail

Faith centred and recited in the holy grail.

Singular

She rides alone over hill and dale

To fall in love would heart fail

To stand the promise she made to the one

Who her heart has now forever won.

He alone, The Black King is her bridegroom

No other love will she give house room

But stand alone in the intense squall

Reigning and ruling over them all.

Alone she rides over the mountains deep

Over the seas and into the valleys to keep

The right way and the good way forever

She everlasting life does savour. 

Through the darkness she rides alone

No one else can bear the throne

That she must rule with a rod of iron

Nothing and no one will brand her fire

She conquers all her just rewards

And everlasting life now hoards. 

Lost in the city

She sits in the window of the shop

Waiting for true love to drop

From the music in the earphones

Romance from them now drones

False love and folly beats it out

Love that has no future or clout

Hurt is better than nothing

She fears the nothing 

Lost in the city she sits

For a heart that fits

Her psyche and her dreams that flit

Back and forth from thoughts that fit

The predisposition to love 

Given to her by God above.

The Prodigal family

They threw her out- The Thin White Queen

Thinking they could escape the loveless in between

But they lost it all, her love and care

Vanquished was their psyche bare.

She retreated to the palace a place so heavenly

Where peace dropped slow from the atmosphere gently

Waiting in close regard for the coming day

When all would be revealed and they would stay

Close to her beating heart

That beats for them so far apart

Her mind in tune with the Father above

Peace reigns in her as a holy dove

No wrinkle or spot on her peaceful psyche

Sleep seeps into her nightly

Gentleness and love is her chief concern

For loves gentle caress her heart does yearn…

Stay in the peaceful spot

Love will come when war is stopped… 

The Lover

The King of Hearts is fallen in rapturous visions

Filling His whole heart and leaving no divisions

Every chamber full of love for His people

Not just those buried under the steeple.

He loves the unlovely and those left aside

On The Milk White Steed He will steadily ride

Capturing the hearts of those who lay them down

Giving their all and staying faithful to the ground

On which they stand, the Holy Scripture

Waiting for the day when His return will rapture

The hearts of His Beloved one, for whom He died

And are waiting for His love to be espied.

Tails flyin’

The Thin White Glide with tails flyin’

Means she’s not buying

It’s too neat and certain

Make the effort and pull the curtain

Over to reveal true loves

Gliding down the streets she roves

And slips and slides down the streets

Of city pathways and daily greets

Loves warm embrace

Face to face

In reality

A frailty…