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?)