Twinkle, Twinkle, little star

You are what you need
from this cosmic measures
called Earth.

Sometimes a fake smile of weakness
straight from the pill factory,
chemical manipulation
by the bloodstained hands
of the gambling scientists
looking for a strange kind of glory.
A vision of accidental implosions
in the valley of tears,
a hermetic stairway
to illusionary substance.

In the meantime the lily is blooming
in total ecstasy in the tortured fields,
right before your broken eyes.

A pound of comedy dynamite
shaking the elements inside an awoken laughter,
twinkle, twinkle, little star, shine!

Roaring laughter is keeping it straight

Five steps on the leaf
near the mill,
the stone fell near the latest bill
beneath my crossed eyed axis inside.



The arrangement of the rainbow field
was sold to build an economic maze
for the dazzled and blind.
The one eyed is director of the boardroom
and drinks my wine and tells me to stop smoking.


Standing my ground
in this naked call
No chains are strong enough
to hold the source of love.
( Freakin' surrealistic with Dali in graceful meditation)
keep your apocalyptical dreams out of my face,
not hate but fear is the opposite of Love.

The profundity of the silence

Carry it softly
beside the riverbanks of the living water,
beyond the logics of the half truths.
Carry it to the depth
of the wordless silence inside

the streams of realization,
dedicate it to the mystery
the love you always have been
without a beginning or an end.
The wise endure the internal conflict
the battlefield and go beyond to keep balance,
the reflection of the One
without the two headed dog.

The Fool jumps blissful
from the twin tower
and puts the dreaming King
in a wild perspective,
the golden coffin is laid out
beside the old oak,
unspeakable like the unborn state.

It whispers near the pure roots
of the rainbow diction of the ancient faith.

Nearly a perfect circle behind the leaf

Figure it out !

The big picture of pride inside the high mass

The fig leaf fell from the poem,
the naked question of paradise.
The Garden is melting down
in neo-narcissistic chemical measures
in this eternal moment right now.

Globalization in the flame
the thick energy of the fallen angels
(an image in the mirrormachine of awareness)
leading a opportunistic mass
to move a little bit faster
deep inside the exciting illusion
of security.

The magic child is
blooming in the fields of joy
against all odds
in these crying rainbows
behind the soul.