Lightning in a double shift

The Desire to be knights in blue,
the working class heroes
lost in stone cold speculation.
(three chords and a heartbeat)
Evolution, revolution, illusion, One,
the lost gate of silence.

Awareness of the walls

Standing my ground, the mystic warrior.
Meditation,
open to the energy
of light and darkness.
The solid songs inside the silence,
faithfull devotion to be
One.

Mind traveling in a yesterday dream

Another blue sky falling underneath a tree,
in the centre of the soul, the heart
is crawling with a purple snake.
Circles in the movement of the morning
earth is trembling, ready to pull back
to the source of love,
because you're faking
a new green deal in liberal conclusions
of an ugly science again.

A solid pray

The mirror is shaking in universal measures.
Salt of the earth abused with the raging claws,
science reduced and lost in the myriads
of a chemical conspiracy.

Wine and roses

Expanding inside, without a borderline,
spaceless measures
on the burning ground.
Timeless nature of the heart.

Stubborn stagnation in a black hole

Maintenance of a broken wire
inside your mind,
the tracks are in the moment,
here and now.
The investigator is dwelling
in the substance,
a broken window in his shoe.
A blue bird is flying higher
from her mighty hands.

Inside out

She smiled when she moved
through the crowd,
an open fire surrounds you
in a lucid dream,
the soft whispering
from all ages still holding
them together in the dark screams
of the factory.
The stones painfully
affected from the simple smoke,
they are rolling wasted
from the hills,
devotion kept pounding
from the melting mountains.

Magic mirror machine

Behind the wall inside the garden.

How thin is the heart?

The scale of resurrection,
a reflection of a mortal universe,
an eternal contemplation.
The content of the framework
didn't change that much anyway
in all ages of light.

A modern time twisted
in the wires of the mirror.

The sound of blood

I was too loaded
and forgot to vanish humanity
last night,
the magic of the third star
erased the boundaries,
the esoteric nemesis
is still dreaming through
every storyline.
(the weight of your heart)

Crack in the system

Made by hand, the feathers shaking
in the morning dew,
so tired of the suspicion
in this desperate monatary
oppression,
stone cold speculation
with the stolen elements
of the kingdom
the magnetic field lost another cell
in a essential corner
of my overheated brain.

The Beat around it

 The grateful scream
of the organ grinder
through wide open wires,
the purple branches.
Ring the alarm, the beast is loose
and placed an infection on top of the world,
to let us sleep in the golden light
of an empty heart.

Freedom beyond speech

Gateway to the elemental breeze
(what goes up?)
The Kingdom
inside every grain of sand.

(what comes down?)
You've got to shine a light,
the universe a stage
deep inside
a dualistic illusion.

Organized crime on holy ground

I don't need a leak to know what's going on.
The oracles lost in the chemical circulation,
the bottom felt of the ladder,
the scientist juggling with percentages
to publish ancient matter again 
in modern advertisement.
The elements are smiling subtle.
Being, awareness, bliss,
the infinite one to comprehend,
the word is not the thing.
(what is love?)

To Rule is To Serve

The weight,
natural ability to response.
Evolution of the heart.

Soul searching

The mirror machine following the gaps
between the dualistic movement
of thought.
Roaming too far from home,
heart knows the high way.
(if you need some technical support)
The buzz is raging through the silence.

Meditation for the towers

Smoke is gone away in several bright
words, the silence made our hearts
wide open in capital letters,
beyond the colours of each book.

Spirals of manipulation

A constitutional black hole,
stardust elevation and a straight line
behind the wall.
Equality only in the mines,
the abstraction falls on the wet floor

in a blue room of thought.

A Feast to Be

Burning children to make a point

He blew up part of the temple
a little piece of his own heart,
the unborn child
in the burning woman
was bound to be a prophet,
now they have a soldier
on the throne
ready to go to war.

Angry dance in the blissful salt of the ocean

Evil is spying through the cracks,
my name is vanished from the wall 
to let them dream in their narrow path,
afraid to loose control,
the sleep is overwhelming
without a solid soul.


I could give you that,
and a little bit more
wherever I lay my hat,
I'm always playing
a different
chord,
a longer one, a stronger
One
beyond eternity
no borderline
to hold your heart.
(He thinks he has freedom in his golden castle,
 but he is living in the smallest room
 you could experience in this cosmic dance,
 his own poor body a small reality
 for another few years on the peacock
 throne)... 

The Mother is calling

Angels made a blue point
beneath the stone,
mountains came to me
I did it from a loan,
the sun came through
in primitive measures.
The elemental matter
from deep within.

Judgement

Stone was thrown
and broke his own.


Who am I?

Stoned on a good morning

And it has nothing to do with drugs !

First move towards the true blue

Found these eyes wrapped in plastic,
while I was strolling through the Garden
in a timeless pace.

Walls of faith

Behind the walls a child
captured in fear,
shake off your soft ware
and dance.

Ivory Tower

Behind the walls, words are empty.
Imagine how many hearts
were stolen.
The meaning
goes without saying.
Take of your mask
before you speak
about the Garden
again.

Plain greed conflicting with the world

So much elements were taken,
solid earth abused and tortured
to get some frantic relief,
time and space in a monetary
state of mind,
the circle
lost and twisted in plain greed,
always expecting
something in return.
Can you create the rain,
a wild breeze on a sunny day,
a rainforest at dawn,
the measures of the milky way?
The complexity of immanent diversity,
a colourful mystery of light and dark?
A human heart with wide open veins
smiling graceful like a child?
Can you give away everything you got,
and find out your first name?
Covering up the trail
of the mystic warrior,
the roses bloom
while the courtroom
is screaming
through the interlude
of a madman
fighting
against a deeper part
of understanding.
Yes, you can create fear
inside,
like so many did before,
the mirror is reflecting
just about everything
you are longing for.
Heaven is a word
of experience,
when hell is all around.

Visions from strange places

Did my time, my seclusion in the dark
part of a proper education
before you may speak
about the never ending visions.
Mountains came before me
for more than a week,
books whispering their secrets
in the wild side of the wind
making love
with the infinite sea,
being that child
dancing up and down
the ladder
nothing more
to find.

No shame at all

No more leftovers for the poor.

Fire behind the flower

Analysing the substance
created for the consumer
lost in a dreamland
of addiction,
subsidizing old fossils
on the peacock throne
to keep a status quo of greed
in the mirror of
religion.


Her voice went through the soul
of angels, every sound a heartbreak
the next walk through the woods
was clear enough to loose
every pride, the roof
was shaking underneath
my hollow breathing
of dark and light.


A fanatic fantasy
became fashionable education,
the hypocrites in need
for a lot of words
contradictive interpretations
to justify their intentions
for a certain beginning
or a constructed end.


The editor is selling
an inflammable story
to the infantile wanderer,
every fool is getting
behind the wires of the machine,
they can’t stop now
screaming loud
in digital credentials
to the neglected streets
of our ancestors.


The sound bites bouncing
back to our anxious hearts
in magnetic illusions.
( gold diggers dancing on our graves)
Don’t be too sure,
death is just a theory... 

Herald the day

Flying high enough for looking through
in a measure that is blessed.

Numbers to consolidate the profit

Standing in line, hungry enough
to start all over again.

Try Now

Consolation for the trying
against all odds,
redemption to the moment.
Guild captured by the sunlight
in the dawn,
when humility lives
the mystery
in the manufactured desolation.
Every sentence about money,
paying of to become
a futuristic angel,
another day to set the alarm.

Every day a traffic jam.

After the gold rush

We are holding each other tight
after the gold rush,
the colours of the art
will never fade,
will never become blur
in the whispering of the night.

The factory became a dead horse
on our tired shoulders,
another war to keep your treasures
in a few foul hands.

Smoking cars stumbling crazy
through the hall of a saviour,
every airplane crashes
in your hermetic thoughts
of fear and anger.
The crystal mountain grabbed the mask
from the Kings face,
behind his eyes a chemical substance
that will never blend
with the fruitful Garden
for a long while.

Several years
of heavy breath ahead.

Business as usual

Who has made these structures
from the beginning of time?
Is there an industry
fine enough
to safe the soul?

A window
beneath the wings,
the blue
has finally found you.

dreamland for the chain gang

Wild whispers in the circle,
let go now.

Am I exchangeable?

Prisoners of your greed
desire for some shameless relief.
Angelic exaltation is wandering
through the streets.
The judgement too fragile
for the burned out sleep
of the neglected herd.
Behind the sharp walls of the tower
her soul was captured
just for a little spin in the diamond dust.
It is shifting towards
the temple of the roses now,
their rainbow memory
is bound to be aware
of the mystic garden,
the immanent heart.
(window seat for the child
  in little steps)

Rock Steady

Painful conclusion
in the backyard,
the palmtree lost an island
she is starving to pay off an office.

Are you serious?

Critical consuming,
the temples are burning.
No Dutchman around,
flying too high
the African sun is screaming,
it's a snakebite.

The peasants took over our land
for just a fourwheel drive,
they call it freedom
what a terrible joke.

Hanging around

Through a black hole
into the cracks of the system,
twisted in a deeper role
still whispering a stranger rhythm.

Crucial triangle is burning

Sphinx beneath sealevel
the reflextion in the mirror,
heaven and hell.
Inflation of the mystical construction,
grace is murmuring through your veins,
breathe in and out,
time and space made of love,
the wise ones
will never find a borderline.

Educated fools

Indifferent elements
manipulated
and ready to vote.

Resurrection emerging

Addicted to your heartbeat,
took my dark fingers to the light,
a generous conclusion
in the night.

The betrayal
when you let me believe
there was a boundary.

Meditation in blue order

Lightning roaming through our heads
they scream out for murder and hate,
temples are rising beyond the pain.

(A legendary walk through the woods
accompanied by irregular whispers
of respect.)

Rising

Structure beyond the fashion,
a fast way around the corner.
The bee is crashing
into a little white bottle,
white powder is screaming
against a blue circle inside
the walls.

Third transfiguration

Second look behind the veil,
the temple is made of stone.
Natural intention is deep
without any borders,
only One to experience,
to comprehend,
the gate is very small,
only the heart can get through.
(devotional breathing)
That's Soul.

Angel behind the veil

Mind your own.

Through the desert

The walls are closing in on you.
It will be so sad
to be just too late
for the green expansion
and the new birth of the ocean.
You will emerge in cosmic
measures if you wake up
here and now!

The Kingdom(standing my ground)

True nature reduced
to desirable human proportions.

Twisted in the big wheel again

Another dawn
for the seventy-two monsters
beneath the crystal earth,
the spirals of manipulation
on the main road in digital shouts
of raw advertisement,
the fires are burning
megalomania is runing wild
on the blind road of the volcano.
True nature reduced
to desirable human proportions.
(the (de)monetary order eating us alive)

Plankton

(for the cruel big spenders

 the dealers of ideological illusions)
Neglecting the garden your only home
to plant the seeds of diversity,
crushing towards the stardust walls
in a strangled ocean,
too stoned and too high to feel anything
in just three thousand sixty one
former lives.
The burning sun
is moaning in the rooms
you still dared to call your heart.
The Master is hiding behind a grey hair
just above your left eye.

Highway code(true nature)

"Everyone is gone to the moon"

Ecstasy through circles

The inner science

Ringing

They are rolling from the captured spell

back to the forest,

the light like bells

whispering from deep within.

a peace offering to be a child

The first branch in the ocean

my blackberry rings the alarm.

It's a juniper berry!

The dove smiles,

the Sun in the circle is calling me out.

Her eyes in the reflection

of the mirror machine.

The blue world is turning

around and around,

the apparent contradiction

of heaven and hell.

Peace within

Three to One

No borderline
no real problems have been found,
just being , here and now.
The circus is in town again,
juggling with these numbers.
Only One to comprehend,
the everlasting mystery
of natural knowledge.

Horns(plenty)

The leaders of the system

had forgotten the principles

of their own machinery.

Golden walls

around these high-tech toys,

the yellow bricks

smothering the fertile grounds,

the wires are leaking.

Holler

"Planet earth is blue
 and there is nothing I can do."