Sunday, 25 November 2007

Motherless children have a hard time

The fire in the back up files
are on the green fields now
the infection is hurting
and made a bloody mess
your experiment is working his way
to the principal who gave the order
the rainbow angels smiling
deep inside,
have a nice day
you are part of my state of euphoria
my doors are always open,
but you have to take some time
in the mirrormachine,
no real problems on this side of the track
my earthbound words are working
on cloud nine.

The fraud is running into billions,
do your think you can take a life
for your greedy bigger picture,
terror has to do with creating fear,
the organizers keeps the war game burning
on the energy of the screaming blue Mother
the grease of the promised land
have some courage when the crocodiles attack.
Is it about turning the other cheek,
or do you slap him first in the face to wake up?
The enlightenment ones can only give
to share the knowledge
from the source called awareness,
a response can be a paradox,
some saviours will give you hell.

Walk a mile in the shoes of the wise,
they always waiting for you
to come back home to the motherland,
hope your have some appetite
to take a piece of humble pie,
and live your higher potential
with faith in the inner being
the silent song contains every sound
it is
a crazy little thing called Love
there really is no duality
in the infinite,
the borderline an illusion
the revolution is inside
sharing bread and wine.

What is Love?

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