You can't manipulate the mindless state

You can’t manipulate
the mind-less state

You tried to put your large nose
in my business,
but the lid came down
several years ago.
I don’t need no identification
the universe knows the real names
of the awoken ones from the beginning of time.
You tried to use
another precious child
who made it out of your political factory
on a bleeding cross,
he was put in your profane dusty temples
without his laughter and beatitude
to be a slaves symptom
of human philosophy
it’s so easy to be devotional
to a martyr who don’t talks back
you never were very good in total honesty
only silence speaks
the wise ones are aware of that.
Captured in your ivory tower
of esoteric numbers, needles and stones
on your dark road of interpretations,
you lost in material hunger
a global scam of slavery
your try to follow my steps
with satellite precision
and thought you could do it with your clever will,
but high roads go deeper,
and the books can only be read with the heart
in the joyous experience of love
there are no words and pages,
and certainly no code
the light can break it
with warm hands on the back
but it’s up to you to get some sense,
the infinite can’t be beaten, hanged, shot down
and is fearless beyond life and dead
the natural things has to be unfold(ed)
this paradise is free and open
always is
and has nothing to do with time
you can’t escape
these eternal signs
you have to be ready
right here and right now
if not
get lost little magician
we certainly will find you again
when you get the chance to do it again
the learning goes on and on
maybe you will be ready another sunny day
got all the time of the world
but I tell you now
your lost in a black rabbit hole
and a cybernetic robots dream
better use the science
to get your heart back
I have no appetite to eat it,
it is starting to rot in my library
the smell is overwhelming
your power structure
infected my rose garden in paradise.
Your little compass and your tricky hooks
are too small to get to me in your mathematical measures
my hits go far beyond your electromagnetic war games.

A close relation that I know
could force you to be free
because you build your billion dollar mansion
on a living volcano,
and you are still underneath the rain.

I know she is for free
my pretty little queen bee
I know I’m honey from these rocks
a original flower child
with the beat inside
don’t care about saint Peter
and I’m certainly not into saint Paul
I’m hanging out with the Holy Mother
every day
the mountains came
the ecstatic drunken spirits talking in tongues
dancing naked in the morning rain of the dawn.

I’m sitting on the dock of the bay
beside the widest ocean
of universal Love
too many prays
to put in your plastic web
the translation of the true language
can’t be handled by your hustlers network yet.
We are just giving
with chaotic precision
the mystic measures from above
solid grounded in the dept
you are crawling in.

Show your face, and put off your mask
I know who you are!

The real Web,
needs no ground control
I got wings of my own.
I can elevate and illuminate
without the dictators oil
the wires of awareness
go beyond
childish material fog.

Who told you to break a perfect circle,
didn’t they tell you that it can’t be done,
with greedy human hands.
Waist of precious time
and it can’t be forgotten
in the Mirror,
I’m a fisherman’s son
walking the waves of an elemental song
open your eyes
and you’ll see the anxious emperors
pissing in their illusionary pants .

Waiting for your Soul shine
to come back home
too much blood stir up the fires
inside the planetary mountain dream.

Code red,
time for a change.
Find the One that is searching
for a connection .
The mirror stands in front of you,
do you see the fires in the Sun.

You can’t touch this, because it’s gone before it drops down
in the lucid winds of temporary clouds.

the dolphin deep in the mirrormachine
(after looking in the rainbow of the sun) 2012-11-23