The Earth is a school

Near the river
watching the illusionairy paradox.
What can I expect,
a bullet or a kiss ?

Reconsider a wordless moment
the enormity before her frightened eyes,
she is entering the Garden
like a mysterious child,
her knowledge was stolen
but incomplete and became a dark hell
when he tried to knock on heavens door.

Redeem

Slaves of hate
you better pay attention,
the Goddess is wathing you
from your own kitchen.
Do you have no shame?

The Judgement

If you ain't pure enough to pick up
a stone, you got to keep on rolling.

"Only Love can see you through."

Rosegarden

Your lips are like roses in the dawn
in the city of Love.
(bullets and bombs never can get through
 the mirrors of our hearts)
Untouchable in the Garden,
streams of consciousness
always here and now,
we are watching you from the unveiled
cloud nine, see the flowers,
see the flames of these little candles.
In your own valley of tears they will hunt you
in your common dreams.
(be merciful and try to find comfort
 inside yourself)
A masterplan is too much to comprehend
when you have got a monkey on your back.
I is, one love(there is no borderline)

Behind the maskarade

I have lost you in a dream,
thought the world would change.
Deep inside the heart of bliss,
crazy little stardust in the ocean.
The tree is still the tree,
the flower still the flower,
the mountain still the mountain
and the word is not the thing.

The roaring of a fighter jet is cutting trough
the song and prayers of a child,
gravity, being,
the essence of existance and love,
every quark is breathing.

Bees don't live on Mars,
a mountain of fire is holding the ocean
together in our hermetic madness,
stay on the scene
like a mirror machine.

A first draft in trying

It's time to be honest about
your relations, about your feelings,
about your work, your art and your company,
it's time to be honest about
a thousand different kinds of conspiracy,
it's time to be honest about your love,
your fears, the hate in the back of your mind,
it's time to be honest about your addiction,
your frustration,
it's time to see the doctor, take your pills,
do the yoga, meditate,
it's time to start dreaming, lucid and free
in beatitude,
it's time to be true about 
your cosmic complexity
too paradoxical to put in words,
( What is Love?)
the next good book?
Another philosophical relief ?

The wise can't breath in a chemical dust bowl,
there are too much dragons in the sky,
plastic scars in every river,
the ocean stoned by a grain of sand.

Be honest what you have found,
what you have lost in diversity,
be honest about too much,
be honest about the poor, about your longing,
the will to have it all,
no matter what it takes
in our competitive state.
Be honest about your intention
and be aware of the masks inside
the mighty mirror machine,
wireless connected electricity
digital perfection.
Be honest about my megalomania,
be honest about the sheep 
that wants to follow.

Je Suis Allah

Je suis Allah,
what you do to the web...

Plain Construction

Dragons screaming in the blue

spitting their fire walls out,

lines of dirt making colours in the sky

blocking the marvellous sun.

I’m walking the dog

in the devils property

I’m watching my back

in paranoid schemes,

the saints breathe heavy

into the great ocean

beside me.

being awareness bliss

Atom Heart

Atom heart connection
bouncing back in mirror neurons,
the awoken smile is dancing around
the fires of our Love,
borderless measures searching
with the greedy mouths of desire.
The castles transform slowly
into dust again,
the wheels overheated
on the highway.
A digital paradise is lost for ages,
rivers of blood and twisted flesh
in the apple machine,
in the back of your mind a lucid dream
exploding in tiny pixels.
( Peace is where the heart is.)

Artic Landscape To Keep It Fresh

I plant a tree to meditate
in the world of marvelous shadows.
The caves became bright,
still wondering where the fire came from
to keep you from the cold.

Police and thieves in the streets,
the fires in the Sun,
the air is much to thick
to breathe.
Lost my meditation
in the storms of greed.
Three little birds will get me back
to the ancient woods,
an oak is growing there for shelter
things will change.
when heart is open
I will be I again.

No Construction Inside

Red dust turned green,
eternal grieve in sadness,
pyramids and stairways to the light.
The endless sky is wondering
in magic screams.
The Holy Sun is crawling
on the temple floor,
the madman laughed inside
the apocalyptic mirror,
the mind listens to the silence
of the poem.
The invisible words of Love
in digital precision.

Paper-thin Illusion

The hillside an old quiet poem
sharing a space in the heart,
leaving my body behind
in the eternal moment
innocent and open.

Nothing can hold you from the One
that you are,
in this borderless construction.

Transit

A schizophrenic crash,
a trembling finger pointing
to the source,
the big drums rumble,
the green walls are shaking
a new implosion in a common place,
mercy on us all
when darkness calls in digital
madness.
See through the mirror machine,
the grand reflection.

The doors are open,
the hills are in bloom
and is waiting for a large donation
to get things done.

Sunmachine is coming down

The hollow shells
the house of bones,
hypocrisy, decay and death.

Sunmachine is coming down,
the glorious chariots of fire.

Another Song For The Captured

This mortal phantoms in the dark,
longing for the light.
Black clouds in a dream,
sweating and nervous.
Airplanes roaring over the roof,
dropping angelic bombs,
the walls collapse in illuminated
pictures.
The machines are bleeding
in the morning Sun,
warm bodies shine
the flesh is trembling
in a joyful eye.
A miracle of imagination
in the arms of Love.

He Who Goes Upstream

'When it gets to the heart,
you are born to sing.'

You are a King or a Queen
when you get out 
the king and queen
in everybody!

Echo Intensified

On the storm they rise,
flying an invisible course,
gathering nothing.
Inside
like a bird,
limitless and free.
The secrets of the Garden
here and now,
innocent like a child,
playfull in the new morning,
our tormented soul can not hide
for our inner light.

The masters still wonder
in the magic ocean of love,
the learning is eternal.

I heared a dove speak to me

The wild bread in the fire,
water turned into wine.
The blind still running around,
twisted tongues
in dualistic measures,
the cold flame
is creating a weapon
to let us get lost in a black hole.
The Angels whisper in an open heart,
and the howling Gods
are turning illuminated elements
into solid Gold.
The waves are calling,
it's time to come home
to the forest, our blue paradise.

The Last Flight Before Tomorrow

Lightning and mermaids,

fright trashing the worms

into thick cosmic soup,

the porcelain smile

brings the fertility

to a mad chaotic overview.

Deep silence is raging inside

the burnt-out lines,

the fragile nakedness settles down

just near the lights

of the empty bottle,

the grease of the meadow

screams holy in the night.