Poems fantastical!!

 From the prophets on awkward sands To the last man plucking heaven with his blackened hands Teaching the proletariat from radio waves to dream of what you can To never let the spirit wane  A stoic in its city or at least a man Turn the channel to classic fm Teach the child to love today and tomorrow to plan Never to be tainted by the chuckling clown To defeat the thieves of the heart of this town A man teaching man about man Working in the fields hard labour at hand  The socialist and communist propogating ideas for a million pounds Hours spent reminding man of his fellow lost man  A million dollars painted in a fake and plastic can  Now said time is rolling keep up u have fallen far behind 

On the periphery of the heavens, where fallen angels and demons lay, where gurus and holymen dare not pray. A place of deceit, treachery and decay. Kings and angels come here to play! To test their powers for a future day! These the defenders of heaven, the ones who make it rain. For every teardrop an angel is feeling pain. A sensitive creature is this in the scope of light, a powerful creature tis made of fantastic light, a gracious creature when in flight, a strong heart whom Prays through the night, impenetrable when summoned to the fight. Faith in Angels and faith in god Pray and move as heavens move, Pray this part of the night. As the stars shine for us and moon glows bright pray this very part of the night.

Preacher to demon There is a preacher preaching light through the cosmos He checks the time holds fast and then some There is a shiver down his side A ghoulish fiend has climbed inside There is flame and a glimmer of light The fiend recoils and adjusts his sight Today oh preacher you will make a choice Burden and destiny is yours to bear One mistake equals one soul Oh preacher of light where will you go In his hands the power of the souls of men The light of god and the devils bowl Oh preacher of light where will you go Preacher of light where do you go?

Knowledge will feed an open heart An open heart will see the stars Oh seeker wrapped in wool, whom dance the moon to beautiful song, They greet kings of every land with knowledge of man etched in the sands Oh seeker wrapped in wool with hands rubbed with an ancient dust The seas are filled with a bounty for our friendsamongstthe stars Oh seeker wrapped in wool refrain the velvet berry and Roman road The natural order and land of justice will safekeep our higher elementof love Oh seeker wrapped in wool the sewers of kif are filled with a brothers love At school with wolf and laughing lakes Conflicting the child's mind in the land of the kif Knowledge will feed an open heart An open heart will see the stars

Stay close, the rhythm of this town hints at the devils fairground, The gypsy congregation reside here and steal with painted hands of make belief Made up and loaded with rustic potion, they pass on heavens to the social classes bringing down a something to prove government with well plucked feathers of magic. Pick pocket the slick rocket, disparagement of the impoverished, gates to the moon or gates to the oldest lands. Time to ask the old man.