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.