April fools dancing for a piece of the pie, in nine measures
can you hear the howling of the mad dogs now?
Monday, 28 February 2011
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)
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)
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a monkey flashback
Wednesday, 23 February 2011
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.
Sunday, 13 February 2011
Monday, 7 February 2011
Saturday, 5 February 2011
Thursday, 3 February 2011
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)
they offered their souls
for the fat of the land
and the company.
(a multinational tragedy)
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are you sure of your action
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.
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attack with a soft resonance
Wednesday, 2 February 2011
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!
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!
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Jesus knows my goddess very well
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.
Tuesday, 1 February 2011
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.
become human
in the cosmic mirror of the world,
the red sea will be open again
fearless and free,
be the One in diversity.
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