A Feast to Be

Burning children to make a point

He blew up part of the temple
a little piece of his own heart,
the unborn child
in the burning woman
was bound to be a prophet,
now they have a soldier
on the throne
ready to go to war.

Angry dance in the blissful salt of the ocean

Evil is spying through the cracks,
my name is vanished from the wall 
to let them dream in their narrow path,
afraid to loose control,
the sleep is overwhelming
without a solid soul.


I could give you that,
and a little bit more
wherever I lay my hat,
I'm always playing
a different
chord,
a longer one, a stronger
One
beyond eternity
no borderline
to hold your heart.
(He thinks he has freedom in his golden castle,
 but he is living in the smallest room
 you could experience in this cosmic dance,
 his own poor body a small reality
 for another few years on the peacock
 throne)... 

The Mother is calling

Angels made a blue point
beneath the stone,
mountains came to me
I did it from a loan,
the sun came through
in primitive measures.
The elemental matter
from deep within.

Judgement

Stone was thrown
and broke his own.


Who am I?

Stoned on a good morning

And it has nothing to do with drugs !

First move towards the true blue

Found these eyes wrapped in plastic,
while I was strolling through the Garden
in a timeless pace.

Walls of faith

Behind the walls a child
captured in fear,
shake off your soft ware
and dance.

Ivory Tower

Behind the walls, words are empty.
Imagine how many hearts
were stolen.
The meaning
goes without saying.
Take of your mask
before you speak
about the Garden
again.

Plain greed conflicting with the world

So much elements were taken,
solid earth abused and tortured
to get some frantic relief,
time and space in a monetary
state of mind,
the circle
lost and twisted in plain greed,
always expecting
something in return.
Can you create the rain,
a wild breeze on a sunny day,
a rainforest at dawn,
the measures of the milky way?
The complexity of immanent diversity,
a colourful mystery of light and dark?
A human heart with wide open veins
smiling graceful like a child?
Can you give away everything you got,
and find out your first name?
Covering up the trail
of the mystic warrior,
the roses bloom
while the courtroom
is screaming
through the interlude
of a madman
fighting
against a deeper part
of understanding.
Yes, you can create fear
inside,
like so many did before,
the mirror is reflecting
just about everything
you are longing for.
Heaven is a word
of experience,
when hell is all around.

Visions from strange places

Did my time, my seclusion in the dark
part of a proper education
before you may speak
about the never ending visions.
Mountains came before me
for more than a week,
books whispering their secrets
in the wild side of the wind
making love
with the infinite sea,
being that child
dancing up and down
the ladder
nothing more
to find.

No shame at all

No more leftovers for the poor.

Fire behind the flower

Analysing the substance
created for the consumer
lost in a dreamland
of addiction,
subsidizing old fossils
on the peacock throne
to keep a status quo of greed
in the mirror of
religion.


Her voice went through the soul
of angels, every sound a heartbreak
the next walk through the woods
was clear enough to loose
every pride, the roof
was shaking underneath
my hollow breathing
of dark and light.


A fanatic fantasy
became fashionable education,
the hypocrites in need
for a lot of words
contradictive interpretations
to justify their intentions
for a certain beginning
or a constructed end.


The editor is selling
an inflammable story
to the infantile wanderer,
every fool is getting
behind the wires of the machine,
they can’t stop now
screaming loud
in digital credentials
to the neglected streets
of our ancestors.


The sound bites bouncing
back to our anxious hearts
in magnetic illusions.
( gold diggers dancing on our graves)
Don’t be too sure,
death is just a theory... 

Herald the day

Flying high enough for looking through
in a measure that is blessed.

Numbers to consolidate the profit

Standing in line, hungry enough
to start all over again.

Try Now

Consolation for the trying
against all odds,
redemption to the moment.
Guild captured by the sunlight
in the dawn,
when humility lives
the mystery
in the manufactured desolation.
Every sentence about money,
paying of to become
a futuristic angel,
another day to set the alarm.

Every day a traffic jam.

After the gold rush

We are holding each other tight
after the gold rush,
the colours of the art
will never fade,
will never become blur
in the whispering of the night.

The factory became a dead horse
on our tired shoulders,
another war to keep your treasures
in a few foul hands.

Smoking cars stumbling crazy
through the hall of a saviour,
every airplane crashes
in your hermetic thoughts
of fear and anger.
The crystal mountain grabbed the mask
from the Kings face,
behind his eyes a chemical substance
that will never blend
with the fruitful Garden
for a long while.

Several years
of heavy breath ahead.

Business as usual

Who has made these structures
from the beginning of time?
Is there an industry
fine enough
to safe the soul?

A window
beneath the wings,
the blue
has finally found you.

dreamland for the chain gang

Wild whispers in the circle,
let go now.

Am I exchangeable?

Prisoners of your greed
desire for some shameless relief.
Angelic exaltation is wandering
through the streets.
The judgement too fragile
for the burned out sleep
of the neglected herd.
Behind the sharp walls of the tower
her soul was captured
just for a little spin in the diamond dust.
It is shifting towards
the temple of the roses now,
their rainbow memory
is bound to be aware
of the mystic garden,
the immanent heart.
(window seat for the child
  in little steps)

Rock Steady

Painful conclusion
in the backyard,
the palmtree lost an island
she is starving to pay off an office.

Are you serious?

Critical consuming,
the temples are burning.
No Dutchman around,
flying too high
the African sun is screaming,
it's a snakebite.

The peasants took over our land
for just a fourwheel drive,
they call it freedom
what a terrible joke.