Saturday, 25 April 2009

Postcard from nowhere


Keep your greedy hands to yourself

crystal youth chained in these economic cellars

of illusionary castles in the wind

wonderful desirable ass is shaking

to keep the dirt factory burning,


I became an old man too

hanging from the poplar tree.


The world of breath

going in going out.


Friday, 24 April 2009

Electronic Fog

It’s sad to be lost in the mirror machine again
a digital illusion, manipulated electronic fog
from the longing memory,
the memory that wants to come home,
no more labyrinths of fear to confront
the energy that can swallow the universe of dreams.

But true fortune can never be touched
the source inside the infinite awareness
the immanent manifestation of I,
we should be free
if not your in a crisis.
You really are a crazy thing called Love
if you look at it from a divine perspective
you got to keep on dancing in the streets
throw your software package on the ground
and stamp your feet on this solid Earth,
the mothership is sailing inside the elemental dust
this is the paradise your breathing in right here right now.

Celebrate the path of those worn out recordings
let the ancestral wisdom call out through your voice
can't you hear those magnificent songs of the mother
be here in the magnetic forest of love
(let it be completely alive,
it’s nearly too unbearable deep inside
this ability to response)
Why don’t we do it on the road, Queen Wiggle ?

Tuesday, 21 April 2009

Sunny side Up


Traffic jam in heaven

streams of consciousness

blocked by frogs

the princess is longing

for a castle in the wind

the heart is hidden and a head full of dust

the ancient library of the rainbow owl

is in-between those lucid words of silence

Sunday, 19 April 2009

Who blew me up?


These implosions don’t fix anything

it won’t get any prophet back

much faster.

Everything is connected

beyond time and space,

a silly big bang of love

created a universe so fragile

and it gave you the freedom to destroy

just about nearly everything you are aware of

inside the dust,

even the parts you think you are experiencing yourself.


But can you build it

the way you found it? Who created too much flies?

Is your vision already wide enough

to be a natural part of these implications of gravity?

Are you essential ?

It’s clever to understand the fact

that infected water can make you very sick

and proper breathing could bring you unexpected bliss

right here, right now.

The saviour digested a plastic apple last night

hope she will live to tell you tomorrow.

So much for innovation.


Saturday, 18 April 2009

High resonance of the solid ground


Blue star stone free

the silence between the words

is changing ground control

the frequency is deeper than expected.


Saturday, 11 April 2009

The Fire Inside, the end of a tail


Sweet wine

The celebration is about to begin

the mystery in the lucid winds, the veils are broken

the door is open

On and on

Perpetual song, the seasons change


Friday, 3 April 2009

Redundancy of the free children


The slave market

the new order,

flying dirty in suffocating circles,

the stirring wheel is melting the ancient mountains of solid ice

the deal is made, the manipulated flowers were picked

to put on the grave,

the monster is thirsty and drank the great ocean,

a tiny blue planet dissolving in the black hole

of his (un)scrupulous heart.


The oak is trying to break through the plastic ground,

the roots are playing very loud.


Subtractions of the factory,

a free child redundancy.

Thursday, 2 April 2009

Father cut off my head


The Days of broken glass again,

crystal skulls and bones with blood diamonds

thrown with screaming frustration through

financial multi million windows,

the (de)monetary maze is calling

to keep the infected factories burning and in place,

the grand investment of the new world order.

The tribes are well armed, just enough money

to buy a gun, fighting amongst each other,

dying on the raw material,

the material you could also use to make a plough,

the same material that end up in the pockets

of the investors who choose to make guns.

So much for economy.


Mother Africa is still bleeding

in a dark cellar in London Town,

she is gang raped over and over again, chained to the wall

by the emperors of democracy,

in-between their moments of desire for more of the same

the deal was made with China to pay off the debts,

the world of slavery.


Smile the camera is walking through the mirror machine.



The eternal knows right now.


Wednesday, 1 April 2009

Back on top


The April fools are dancing in the free infinite,

jumping from the top of the mountain in elevating ecstasy,

I know nothing and it’s so terrible good to be.


Shaking the tree of knowledge

the masquerade of good and bad,

the searching matter of desire.

The rude One

is dying to become alive again,

deep inside the eternal moment beyond time and space.

(dust is dying to become alive)


The way of the seasons

our elemental nature, the cosmic alliance.

No body knows the true name of Love

only a sweet fantastic mystical indication

to play with.


The Sun is shining very light today.