Indifferent enough

The idiot wind
blew the sheep through the fences
in soft patterns with a terrible grace,
the clouds are playing an endless sound
with the strings of the burning ground,
she was laughing on the other side of her face.

Cutting across awareness

Look sharp there is a lot of love,
going along with a fools dream
to the shining boulevard,
the captured got loose 
in elevating philosophy
from the lost winds of the heart.

The infinite universe

Do you know what is means, 

to come back to your dreams?

The dreams of  ancient mysteries,

beside the yellow river 
on a bright summers day

a soft breeze whispering through the trees,

the golden rocks are warm and breathing

and the inner ground is silent beating

the first melody of freedom,

the scent of their bodies

opened an infinite universe

and erected chaos

in a blissful verse. 

The Throne is shaking

And many are wandering,
the pillar of the blue-faced angel
stood lost in the middle of the windy sands,
they were crawling from dust to dust
broken pieces called out for the death
through diamond waves
of the emerald ocean,
the marble ships of the merchants
are sailing towards her ivory breasts,
the throne is shaking
and the hollow king felt burning
on his pestilent knees,
his frantic face down
to the wide open ground,
the slaves never stopped singing
in melodious tongues of love,
the snake-skin rhymes
touched the foundation,
the cymbals and drums
are pounding
through the mouldering gates of Eden,
wild satyrs are calling from the electric caves
fundamental seeds whispering from underneath,
the first-born is bound to be
in mystical contradiction,
you called her by her many secret names.

Maybe

Maybe the soldier

that shot a looting child in her back

will catch you when you fall,

after the streets vanished screaming

in thin air?

Maybe it will give us life again

beyond the broken fences?

Maybe purple blood will set them free?

Maybe your heart will skip a beat

in the dust of this old earth's heat?

Maybe dreams will get rid of the numbers

today?

Conceptual madness

I will hold you and fly away,

through the silver lining of the day.

( Throwing brillo-boxes through stained-glass

  cathedral windows.

  Pop-art became advertisement,

  money talks, so much trash in a small fraction

  of time.)

It's spreading like a wild open fire,

the elements are screaming for peace.

Marble arch, hope you're smiling

A ring of fire beside the silver ladder

the hollow moon is dreaming,

cracking the system in little green dots.

Voices are whispering through cynicle

conclusions,

the flowers are pounding

inside the seeds.

The root is dancing, the serpent speaks,

the fountain is moving beyond the heat.

The wild one flew back from the circular grave

the universe is smiling in an electric cave.

A thousand birds beyond the clouds

To renew the wasteful force

in evening colours,
a few friends fading
stars are gazing in the bright light.
It will go around and around
in simple movements,
always here,
all ways now.

Some peaceful magic will happen

The shape is smoking

I'm not afraid,

the shades are hoping

if it's not too late.

Rolling up and down the hill in purple steps.

Tiger in your tank

As she opened the door

and turned to the circle

wider than the world

this elevating miracle,

her paper-hat was blue.

Drastic turn

The crown fixed in chemical storms,

dark deserts captured.

Men and Women screaming
in bullet-proof paintings,
walls fall howling in a masters dream.
The green holes implode
in a fig leave mountain
the sleeping beauty
kept whining everyday,
everything is for sale.
The beast hands out an advertisement
another gate to open, the latest paradise.
The longing lost
in the measures of the heartbeat
sharp numbers burn blind
in the calculations of your brain.
Blue earth is melting in silver disks beats,
radical blue rays in shaken rainbow heat.