This Illusion in specks of light and dark

The Mystic measures of the Sun,
got twisted in wheels of water.
Through visions of the ancient horns
came the poets to point at the dept

of the heart,
the borderlines an illusion
in a silly struggle for a little power,
the universe always was and will be you too,
the One that is burning with Love.

Post Punk Solar System

A mean switch on my plate

Walking slow,
another view heart is open
still talking shit,
you know damn well I'm in the game.
Deaf dumb and blind
in my Garden bleeding noses
sticking in every dark corner,
caught you in the act
my wings burned in your greedy hands.

I was thinking about IT.

I was thinking about it,
a nasty castle in the air
a lotus tree to purify,
a hammer dazzling in the light.
Blue eye shadow on a mountain of grieve
the outlines bittersweet and cynical.

I was thinking about IT.
A young daughter dancing for the King,
a slaughter in the night,
desire through uncertainty
invisible praying beyond the walls,
corruption in a man of steel.

I was thinking about it,
the main switch in the hands
of the living dead.

Dramatic absurdity

A ruined land,

poor sentences playful around the tree of life.
The reference to the cosmos
printed out in three dimensions
for the overheated consumers,

I am walking careless between the stars,
the tough flesh delightful lost in the infinite flame.

Round shapes are bouncing in dramatic absurdity
on the purple edges, the light accelerating
on a surrealistic column.

The beasts screaming anxious in chemical ecstasy
to the breathing of the yellow moon,
I’m staring with one hand behind my back
to the explosions on the mystical Sun,
the heart is whispering in slow gestures
to the mindless moment.

Balance

Till you used me up.

Wisdom was seldom found

Birds whispering in the Garden
the cold ain’t left yet,
clinging to the silence in-between.
Heart will open,
dancing like a wild child,
it’s a new morning again.

Through the ages
wisdom was seldom found.

The Lion slept well

 

 

Eating a dead horse

Strawberries used to grow wild in the dawn

beside the crystal river,
in today’s hollow dreams the fields
became manipulated emptiness for the lazy,
most of the people not too good and not too bad.
The grey micro-dust slowly consuming
the heart of the inner soul, sharing
wine and bread an ancient memory.

The latest fashion on the evening news

kept you busy for a while now,
made some dope for a few evil gangs.

The whispers got twisted on cloud nine,

the valley of tears became an academic vision
in an amusement park for the working class hero.
(The wild Ones are still travelling in absence
of time and space, fearless in the illusionary dark
through the devils property.)

Keep a diamond in your mind,

a dead horse in the corner,
be aware of what you could find,
deep inside.  

Looking through you part three

 

 

 

The lion beside the river,

the clouds kept you in the mystery

formless in an infinite ocean,

tears on her wings

the heart kept dreaming.

Brimstone

First move in the dawn,
the hunting grounds are gone
a plastic crowd is sleeping in dark water.

Standing my ground

 

 

 

Standing my ground

you will be aware and realize

when the borderlines are gone

only Love to comprehend.

Don't loose yourself in any conspiracy,

go INSIDE,

the cosmic being

here and now,

nothing can touch That

not even I.

Be.



Earth is calling very load now

What is Love?

Angelic whispers beside the Heart

 

Playing with the sunshine,

free Tibet, free china from the Amercan bible-belt,

the factory is overheated.

 

Anaesthetic desire for the the sleeping crowd,

do you dare to try to compete with the awoken ones,

it will stuck in your throth forever and ever,

One shall reap as one has sown,

a true rebellious One can change the seasons

in a silent whisper.

Planet in need

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Proud Insanity(without the madness)

The razor-sharp light is laughing through

the cracks,

hard notes rumbling in a marginal evolutionary state,

some things get better if you let it be free.

You are saved on a stuffy dark planet in need,

deep inside a box of plastic parrots,

rising above in mystic little steps

of pleasure.

Two eggs sunny side up(blue moon)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two eggs Sunny side up

Crowned in infinite awareness,
the days are wearing out and became unconcerned dust.
the rhythm dreams inside the blue sundial
the deaf ground is defrosting fast.
The transforming basic idea
in the solid dance of the whirling earth,
Paradise opening up in the silent moments
between the dualistic chattering,
merged together in a timeless circle.