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)
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 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.
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.
From inside the silence,
the whispering got twisted
on cloud nine.
Poverty wakes up the lion inside.
Nuclear infection
to pimp up a machine.
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.
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.
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)
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?)
