authentic Blake

authentic Blake
THE William Blake
dead or alive
real or fake
in an oven he baked a cake
in an imperfect world
he sharpened and hurled
an endless rain of words and hence
songs of innocence:
and if you pity me
all you see
i will love you
sleep with you
authenticate and rebel
against dogmatic visions of Hell
i will etch you near it
in wholeness and Spirit
leave you dense
with special songs of experience
and through the eyes of me
capture all infinity!
there were angels in his tree
watching expectantly
the madness on his brow
and tiger on a jungle prowl
stalking Heaven's golden Gates
attacked convention and dictates
authentic Blake
THE William Blake