Speculation in an amusement park

Mister Morgan

bought every possible piece
of this cosmic construction
to serve a silly grain of sand.
How is life up there
for a fallen angel?
My ass will close for another thousand years!

First sounds of light and dark

Messenger beside you
the wires penetrated the dreams
of the solid ground.
The inner source
was called love
in the first sounds of light,
the crows flew up to the whispering
of the Sun.

Always back to the Sun

Selling air

The zenith calls the bitter wind
behind the ancient message,
seven circles around the sun
don’t fall asleep in the supermarket.
You could hear the mothers call you,
the cherub’s head in a lyrical movement
beyond the heart the ice is melting
the mountain walks slowly in uncountable
mortal moments.


Mystic blue in a formless dream(the crows nest).

Guilty steps in the green field

Traumatised from the beginning of time
food from the manipulated machines,
my soul is served cold
it came from the electro magic
screams of a refrigerator,
solid dreams came crawling
from underneath the measures
of the red dirt.
The open source
with empty hands,
standing in line
to lend a piece of the pie
again.

Nowhere to hide on planet blue

The leaves are falling
feeding
the trembling earth,
a restless world is longing
for a little peace,
a respectful touch
to grow wild.
'I wish you joy!'

Hands up....

(De)monetary visions,
squeezing life out of the elemental
well.
Lifted a stone
the river smiled
the carving changed
in a timeless morning.

Stone by stone

Back to the woods
in a straight line,
the mystic warriors
stranded in an electro magnetic hole.

Here and now

Faster beyond light and darkness.

Abundance of light

Still a wallflower with an academic virus
on a flat world.
Matter don't save a soul.

Growth

Intolerance, speculation,
religious self-interest,
material gain for the insane,
dead words of love
stuck in the throats of the hateful.


Compassion is trying
to be aware of the pollution,
our heavenly body,
still everything is holy.

Measures on the crossroads

Time is passing slow through the valley
the measures forgotten.
New mornings to become free
in the cosmic sea.

Why not ?

Eternal circles in an infinite reality,

a wise one can't change anything.

Mirror machine is flying wireless.

Roots in yellow pleasures

A wireless state in the ghetto,

rocks are chained to thirty silver coins.

Gave it all away to plant a seed.

Too busy thinking

I heard it through the grapevine,

never enough silly dreams to believe in.

Into the machine again

Sun machine is coming down,

moneymakers are shaking

the land of milk and honey.

Reality became plastic,

dreadful bubblegum

in the third round.

(what does that mean?)





Meditation number nine



Painting it black

on every road

little white movements

on the solid ground.

Five ways to crawl through visions,

the haunted stars are screaming

near to our fragmented minds.

Smoke gets in your eyes,

the bed is made

lifting the veil in the meadow,

don’t be late.

The first will be, at last.



Muddy corners

Encrypting the system
the key is infiltrating anonymous
in several muddy corners
a biochemical process is responding
to the walls of the heartless crystal,
the goddess wanders faithful in the valley of tears,
the borderless radiation is burning holes in the soul,
a square head is changing the reflection of the mirror machine
the hard rain is screaming through the green of the infinite woods,
naked skulls and bones are dancing digital in the dirt of the streets,
the anxious warrior wanted to transcend to the cold light
of the disintegrated stars,
back to a promise in sacred letters
in the overheated disconnected hemispheres of the brain
he falls.
The trees of knowledge shake off their colors
in an electronic maze.
The elemental secrets of love, the facts of nature
just forgotten for a few desirable moments,
you thought you’ve felt awareness
for the first time in this existence.
(when breathing is bursting shameless
into energetic freedom,
the Garden
a timeless circle of the eternal breeze,
it’s whispering around and around,
only One, with uncountable names,
becomes reality deep inside,
a weightless place of light a dark.)

More generations to become

Cowards are living with the gun
beasts took over to manipulate
the armies of democracy
to protect the trademark currency,
the two-headed dogs dividing
the circles of the heart
changing them in hermetic structures,
one-liners of political science
creating fear to keep you in chains of desire,
the lines too fragile to walk on straight.
The elements already in the greedy hands
of the boardroom, the chiefs of industry.
The lone wolfs are smelling blood,
the forest is frozen nowhere to hide,
the payroll infected by wicked signs.
The herd still sleeping
surrounded by the hissing
of advertisement,
the overheated production of the factory
an eternal selling of a childish dream.
The marvelous design of the carrot
kept you hypnotized and drunk.
(Speak out for freedom of speech
and talk only about Love)
One Love that is!
Everything is part of everything.

The deeper shades of soul

In the dark room,

became isolated by refining

the deeper shades of soul.

Inside the Garden

I heard the moaning of the accuser

the roots holding it to the ground

it is kicking, complaining, it’s pounding,

and howling

it’s spitting absent in the mighty mirrors,

the unnatural fluids scraping

against the source.

The Sphinx beside the rivers

Awareness here and now,

eternal infinity inside,
have faith.

Pray on it.

The Mystic Tree

Seduced to serve the electro-magnetic field.


When everything you touch turned into gold,
the organic measures forgotten.

Drowning corpses for the goddess

After a proper education
we’re lost in the street hustle,
a heartbreaking global swindle,
doctors selling addicted chicken
and screaming blue grass,
A mathematical ghost
for the degenerated people.
In the mines of minerals
a pile of drowning corpses
to pay of the golden palace
and a rocket to the stars.
The strawberries used to grow wild
in the dawn
near the riverside.

Beside the concept

An abtract walk around her.

First move towards the Gate

In the centre of a smile
the heart is dancing.

Pearls of ecstacy

Planet blue
and nothing to do.

Lifting up a mask

Energetic minerals
dancing through clouds of moulding dust
deconstructing the soul from within,
the goddess is dreaming
in an experimental movement
through the rusty gate again.

Minerals for sale

Down in a hole.

Hermetic visions in digital waste

Animalistic management in science,
biochemical robots lost in desire
the cold experiments of determination
with an eternal cellular structure,
beyond the mind the blue circles
scream to the dreaming squares
in a true conscious matter of facts.
(don’t be led by gravity)
The heart knows the highway.

Post-modern Flight

Black bird underneath the chairs
the table hangs beside the waterside
erecting the line on top of the page
the pigs are jammed between
the plastic teeth of the big wheel
the existential deed is rubbing against the red wall
nowhere to go
a conclusion of the rusty spectacle
the exploded image is drifting cheerful
on the higher mountains
her hands are moving towards the key
she’s tuning in on the drunken songs
and is transforming into the infinite witness
of the silent whispers
deep inside the malicious dreams
of the seducing world conqueror
experimental disorientation
on the seventh step of the pain
the actual connection became a sentence
it’s running wild
in the devastating waves of the ocean
the closed doors collapsing into darkness
the eternal growth is vaporizing in his hungry fists
the soft rhythm of the solid ground
is drawing back in terror
the bloodbath is swallowing the edges
of the still waters of the Garden.

Generous gesture in the forest

Material specialism, men became a clean machine
chemical adjusted to survive on these mountains
of waste,
the presence representative,
the inside probably rotten.
The psycho-analyst spreading his diagnosis
all around and created a universe
of anxious patients
trying to escape and ready to fight
for a heavenly future,
a global scientific experiment
underneath the magnanimous sun
to sustain the burned out
stock exchange.
(manipulation of a free mind)
An eye for an eye, a teeth for a teeth,
turning the other cheek,
could we be that meek,
this week I’m descending
from a luscious peak.

Blind rivalry in the ocean

Educated bubbles
in a melting universe,
another explosion
inside the infinite conclusion.

A borderless centre

Mister clean is in- between to keep
the greed machine burning,
digging holes in a nuclear breeze,
eternal production
in plastic colours of the latest futuristic dream,
only for the masters of rivalry,
educated bubbles.
They came crawling from the degenerated
universities of liberty ready to explode,
lost in the mathematical complexity
of matter.
The desire to be free
from the cosmic measures,
heaven is falling
in a mystical grain of sand.

I spoke like a Child

I wonder
if my secret life
will become
closer
to the books
you're reading
in this dream.

Electronic devices burning in the wasteland

The child descending in the underworld
to receive another message of no real importance,
the frequency is burning these fragile grounds.
Minerals stolen from the amputated
structure of the Mother to dial another number.
(apocalyptical electronic devices
in the wasteland)
Communication network
strings of flesh
energetic rainbows
in a plastic world,
Plant a tree,
a book can travel with you
for more than a lifetime,
this machine shall burn
in the deserts of Africa
next year, the hardware
will give them more knowledge
of your earthshaking desire.

Distribution of the peacock seats

I left the dream  on a moulded street corner,
ghetto’s of red dirt
were build nearly towards heaven,
the rancid magic of the machinery,
the deserts around them
became acid liquid fire,
the pillars of salt screaming
for a saviour,
the scavengers fighting brutal
amongst themselves,
digital eyes and ears on every corner,
in the towers the stone cold skeletons
get turned on by their fragmentising
manipulation.
The old goat is groaning
ecstatic in the hard rays
of the twilight,
he’s dancing hypnotised
with the ghost of confusion.
(The year before the emperors
  plasticized the Mother)

Always back to the sun

Without a judgement or a conclusion
she is slipping into bliss.


The solar system
tells you to sit down
for a while,
to see what’s underneath.

Meltdown meditation

Meltdown to the bone
sacred ground kinetics
the pandemonium
conflicting with a strange desire
the slave trade
in a sleepless dream
the tides never stands still
the waters are whispering
through the electromagnetic
caves,
it’s roaring
in the next message
to the back of your mind
all the traces lead back
to you.

Pulp hazard on the rocks

Butterfly movements
through the skin of the lizards,
a hard fire to swallow,
the curse comes with the question,
your current account.
Slowly fading in,
to the left wing
my heart blended with infinity,
the words just pointing at the moon.
Even when you don’t know
I will always be there
part of everything
the elemental structure
time and space an illusion
here and now.

Holler from the mountain

From inside the silence,
the whispering got twisted
on cloud nine.

Systematic thoughts

Poverty wakes up the lion inside.
Nuclear infection
to pimp up a machine.

Monetary manipulation

The masters told you a long time ago,
we will never become
manipulated robots, working for the company
wandering in an electronic maze.
We are volcanic flesh and bones
our warm blood is dancing free
in the African dawn.
The core is empty filled with
every possible essence
far beyond light and dark.

Blues went around and around

A piece of the pie your teeth are bleeding
when you take another bite in the soft warmth
of the earth,
while you was trying to grab the sky.

Biochemicle robots
on a mountain of crab,
burning the electric wires
no power to breath
to the smiling Sun.
The world is getting smaller
when I'm standing
on my toes.

Power play of a green onion

Deliberation
in the boardroom consensus of democracy,
manipulating darkness
in the source of light.
The factory overheated
and penetrating a hole
inside the blue circle,
a cellular destruction
to survive another tired day,
a nuclear breeze to serve
our infinite greed.

The chains of our nagging will,
just for another important appearance,
the status symbols of this global repression
ice cold in front of the dead eye.
Please tell me that your shops
will be open till the end
of time?
(a mixed up digital conclusion)

Indifferent kings and queens

Interests of a few are they men or are they beasts,
talking heads fighting for a vote, it’s all in the numbers
of the dreaming consumer in diabolical debt
from the beginning till the end
twisted in devious desire.
Wisdom is seldom found
although it’s always
going 'round and 'round.
The multinational boardroom
wheeling and dealing
to keep the chemical poison burning,
a new generation still poor enough
to stand in line for the factory.
(recollecting eternal infinity,
religion tells you there is a possibility
to reunite again beyond space and time,
become one, are you experienced?)

Bullets and oil raging against the stardust

April fools dancing for a piece of the pie, in nine measures
can you hear the howling of the mad dogs now?

System of pain

The magic numbers in a moderate pace
beside her forehead
she will confront the walls of greed.
The wild ones travelling fearless
through the devils property,
they always keep a diamond
in their minds.
(dualism of a revolution in a system of pain)

the measures of the labyrinth

A mystic corner beyond the law,
the bullet changed
into a stone
deep inside the centre of the heart,
the dust a weight of torture
present in every dream.
The minotaur is praying,
the memory in the colours
of an elemental song,
the breeze in the cold room
is running wild
with the blind anger
of desire.

When heart is open

Love the essence of being
only One to comprehend
inside infinity.

Fearless construction deep inside

Through the second gate the fields are empty,
the four cats are wandering
which way to go.

Full Human touch

The healing has begun in certain measures
beyond duality.

The horns of the Mother

Burning the ground to take controll again,
to keep the earth in a few foul hands.

Fossils in an ancient dream

The old kings on their knees
they offered their souls
for the fat of the land
and the company.
(a multinational tragedy)

Birth of the golden flower

Transfiguration of the heart
beyond the rivers of blood,
the rage of the crocodile
throwing fire against the mirror.
The mother gave birth
to another prophet,
a child to become aware again
of the mystery of love.
The measures of liberation
carved in stone,
a fragile borderline
of a timeless whisper
in the wind.
The immanent seeds
longing for the light
to feed them.

Historical reaction live

Rampage of the barbarians
throwing fire to the source
of Love.
(de)monatary illusion
the dealers of grease back in place
for our chronic addiction.
(top of the piramid)
Isis whispering through
a dutch meditation..
I can't get any lower!

Sun dance for freedom

The scale of the piramid in a kings mind,
dust is changing in raging numbers,
consuming the earth that holds you.

(you are what you are dealing!)
Together as One.

Transformation lullaby

Don't be a parasite
become human
in the cosmic mirror of the world,
the red sea will be open again
fearless and free,
be the One in diversity.

Reaching out for another child

Standing my ground, respectful and open,
a hungry man is crawling
towards a borderline.

Strange solar system inside

Mystical measures
back to nature, just saying a thing or two,
you may be stranded
and don’t remember
who you are,
when you have landed
it will be marvellous
if you really will be true
about the silver lining of the day.
‘Put on your sailing shoes’
the waves are whispering
embracing stones
inside the beat of your heart.

Economic gamble

Poverty wakes up the lion inside !

Face it

Creating jobs to clean a dirty mind,
the mystic elements are bleeding,
straight lines on the holy ground
overheated in a economic gamble,
little grains of sand
too lazy to pick up a can.
Hard plastic rainbows
in the veins of the ocean,
a chemical smile
on your face(crook).

Holler in a mystic dream

Soft parts of the elements reduced
in the boardroom of a little boy,
education went underground
in a marvellous bright moment.
Could you understand
the extraordinary master in me?

Captured in an electronic scream

Time dead straight in crooked days,
space is falling in the red yearning
of the night.
Next to the breathless harbour
sticking butterflies on his hat
in digital imperfection,
the walls delivered with the memory,
encrusted around the soul.
The inner source of the mirror
loaded and wild,
bouncing up and down,
deep inside the black hole
of the search machine.
The powerless devices
ringing through the silence
in dissonant verity,
the raw bearing
hollering beyond the dream,
hammering clouds dissolving
in the infinite rain.
(secret spies are leaking a universal truth)
A diplomatic pile of words to fall
in a restless sleep.

Destiny

Light shining bright,
breaking down the walls.
(don't mess with a good thing!)

Empathy for the fallen ones

Enlightenment of dark matter, our altruistic disposition
mutated by a monetary swindle,
a greedy bubble popped,
the players of the machinery already
are making profits again on a global scale,
the same old songs, new and improved
the latest modern fashion of numbers,
mathematics of a cold heart.
The wheels on fire, whatever the cost will be
for our cosmic civilisation,
the eternal ones breath in and out
in chemical disorder.
(the nail that sticks out will be hammered down,
mathematical rage in timeless space)
Our altruistic disposition
mutated by a monetary swindle!