You could consider how it feels to be wise

Could you consider how it feels to be wise?

Alley cat in the broken rain
felt so tired
insane again
in grey areas of hermetic scholars,
deep inside the mystic wonder
I’m lost in your fairytales
and can’t understand your problems
of be yonder anymore.
A simple twist of faith
took me to the garden of light,
my pray was short
and without words
although it was written in the books
exactly like this before,
and my companion
had no judgement upon her
like Magdalena
of being a whore
she is a perfect lady
and came from a little place
close to the shore,
rolling, tumbling
drinking and smoking
inside the restrictions,
the social context
you made
for the victims
to work in your dirt factory
you made us poor.

I’m gone that’s for sure
and I paid though
for you to come back home,
I’m trained well
and I have a playful circus now
for a couple of years
to move you away from the spell
my wavelength
goes a bit deeper
than moonbeams and Hollywood dreams,
it was made on the first day
solid and strong
right from the first big bang
to uncountable star reflections
from the heart.

This working man’s blues
used to be playful and gay,
fragile butterfly movements
have no rules
moves with passion
and is bold enough
to tell you that your lost in a labyrinth
of greedy chemical disorder
a hungry ghost
your longing merely flesh,
dissolving
without breath in a sad traffic jam I guess.
Your slick fighting to capture some plastic money
brought you power over a dying grey spot
in the eyes of the cosmic giants.
Deep soul
need nothing at all
can even do without a planet
it needs
but the higher Self to comprehend
and goes beyond borders of life and dead
it holds the universe together in every moment
even you old boy with the red shield
and your bloody sword
and when it is living and loving
in this circle full of trees
it needs sometimes no more than
a natural piece of bread
a plain glass of water
from the conscious river
a voice to sing the songs
and a warm fire and a cave
to play a divine mystery .

What you bring in
comes back to the source,
maybe there are some crocodiles
who prefer the cold
and a brimstone on their forehead.
It looks to me a tiny kick
and I call it pain
and certainly no ecstatic bliss
I know you’re a little bit and you will try to bite
we still know a few stories that couldn’t be twisted
in your restricting trickery
you haven’t got more time
to get your act together.
Do you still think you feel safe inside
your well protected walls
of your unscrupulous ivory towers
are you planning to make more
room outside your dark room?
The same old story again?
young riff-raff on the battlefield
to expend your association?

Maybe it’s time for you
before you get mixed up in the judgement
to be called deaf, dumb and blind
like your father
to overcome some fear in your little kingdom
of electromagnetic spy ware and software slavery
and discover some higher range of possibilities
although you’re not aware of the fact
that you really are a crazy little thing called Love
the energy that could make your water a fine wine
it’s just a natural part of the process to forget,
who you are
and it’s not easy to be honest
about those family affairs,
hope you’ll trust me the heart
forgives everything
when you’re open enough
deep inside.

The world wide underground
took it over here
last year on a very bright morning,
some have told you before
how things go
in the infinite master plan of this planet.
The last turning of the purple rainbow wheel
took place in an eternal moment behind
a golden cloud at this moment
when there is nothing more to say
maybe you will feel it too.

Yesterday I brought the dealer in
and looked him in the eyes
the first preparation
to turn you around
and of course you haven’t got a clue yet
inside your democratic illusion
to busy counting your
manipulation coins all day.

So we kept your sleeping
in a restricted area of time and space
my angels can do that
in a pink robe of orange sunshine
beside their elevating crystals
with your real dream in their hands.

Didn’t you learned those facts
in your political pamphlet
in dark leaves university.

the Dolphin and the ecstatic mirrormachine
dancing in a watermelon mood
giving you a lecture
in free rosemary rhyme 2007-11-24