Intellectual poverty in stiff beams.

Intellectual poverty in stiff beams
from the hollow moon.

Hard energetic lights wander around
completely digital in secret codes
dark frustration
in mathematical delusions.

The failure of duty
in the overflowing matter.

The faith in the inner nature
the infinite moment
forgotten
in an ancient dream.

Trying to get some attention
in an electronic messed up window
selling hard rainbow shit
connected to the swallowing emptiness.

Anxious ambitions
the injustice of the strongest phase.

The awoken is in peace
there are no real problems.
He is sitting on a mountain of useless crap
and is crying in the affected night,
powerless against so much greed.

Our democracy of selfishness
this golden grinding teeth parade
appears to be a little bit of a hell
isn’t it strange
with your first million on the bank.

It’s always the easiest thing to predict
the wise will end up on a cross
or will get a suspicious car accident
maybe they fly against too many walls.

Every war is the end of a civilisation.

The temptation
opportunistic self-interest
sometimes deeply
hidden in secret ideologies
supported by corrupted scholars
the priesthood of reasonable assumptions
too dull to recognize the pain in the paradoxical.

“ It’s a glorious party, “said the wise Lady,
you never existed !”
She sees the little masks with her inner love.
in the end NOTHING has the power to hide
in the infinite Light of being aware,
so beautiful illusionary saint, SHINE !

Short pray in the shadow play
inside your yellow window.

the mirrormachine2007-08-28 0:02