Funked up Feeding time

When I was wise,
I was blooming like a mountain
meadow in spring,
playing with the winds of the Sun.
Rooted in the blue of my Mother,
breathing deep beside the illusion
of light & dark.

The unmeasureable rainbow. 

My Love awaits inside,
always ready to start all over again.

The kings & queens
still living in a dream.

Pop life awakening,
the beat goes on & on,
blow your horns
the walls will crumble 
shine a light, it's always time.
The Mirror Machine
jumps up & down
electric whispers
have got me
spellbound,
the peaceful silence
in the sound
goes
'round & 'round.

A first draft in trying

It's time to be honest about
your relations, about your feelings,
about your work, your art and your company,
it's time to be honest about
a thousand different kinds of conspiracy,
it's time to be honest about your love,
your fears, the hate in the back of your mind,
it's time to be honest about your addiction,
your frustration,
it's time to see the doctor, take your pills,
do the yoga, meditate,
it's time to start dreaming, lucid and free
in beatitude,
it's time to be true about 
your cosmic complexity
too paradoxical to put in words,
( What is Love?)
the next good book?
Another philosophical relief ?

The wise can't breath in a chemical dust bowl,
there are too much dragons in the sky,
plastic scars in every river,
the ocean stoned by a grain of sand.

Be honest what you have found,
what you have lost in diversity,
be honest about too much,
be honest about the poor, about your longing,
the will to have it all,
no matter what it takes
in our competitive state.
Be honest about your intention
and be aware of the masks inside
the mighty mirror machine,
wireless connected electricity
digital perfection.
Be honest about my megalomania,
be honest about the sheep 
that wants to follow.

Wisdom was seldom found

Birds whispering in the Garden
the cold ain’t left yet,
clinging to the silence in-between.
Heart will open,
dancing like a wild child,
it’s a new morning again.

Through the ages
wisdom was seldom found.

The chase of the last Dove

Digital blur became an infected Ocean,
trees are shaking wild
in my silent Mind.
Celebrating Humanity
a fine part of the undivided
Cosmic Being.

Exile in the backstreet
of consumers paradise,
a monatary elite crushing
potential little sparks of light.
A possible green whisper
is erecting my wings of freedom,
the Garden is still flourishing
in the source of my heart,
the painted design of the wallflower
is tumbling through the academic virus
of a managers decay in a flatliners world.

Here and now

Faster beyond light and darkness.

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.

Minerals for sale

Down in a hole.

The sound of blood

I was too loaded
and forgot to vanish humanity
last night,
the magic of the third star
erased the boundaries,
the esoteric nemesis
is still dreaming through
every storyline.
(the weight of your heart)

Stoned on a good morning

And it has nothing to do with drugs !

Controversial search machine

The source don't need your wires,

there is nothing substantial to be found

in paradise.

Fragile blue

Illuminated measures

for the chains that will be broken.

Maybe

Maybe the soldier

that shot a looting child in her back

will catch you when you fall,

after the streets vanished screaming

in thin air?

Maybe it will give us life again

beyond the broken fences?

Maybe purple blood will set them free?

Maybe your heart will skip a beat

in the dust of this old earth's heat?

Maybe dreams will get rid of the numbers

today?

Cowgirl in the sand

The elements are changing into the blue.

the season is changing

Green prospects beyond simplicity,

a room in the heart with a view

the alternative arrangement
becomes a rough remedy,

don't fly around in circles
keep your feet on solid earth,

the universe is in the little things,

it will grow in time. 

Expanding to a grain of sand.
(another birth)

The screams of agony

Angelic raving a million eyes multiply

humming through the minds
of the monster,
electric tentacles
caressing the skeletons of hate.

These trembling hearts are faithful,
appearing in the new morning
with purple mouths and butterfly breath
around the blazing Sun.

The Images of the illusionary One
are delicate,
a solid construction,
infinite flowers in the dark.

The noise of war is stumbling blind
through the screams of agony,
the mirror felt in a thousand pieces,
before his apathetic drowning feet,
he was staring at the back of the page,
the blood was slowly pouring out
in mystical conclusions.

Fragments of desire
swallowing the branches of the tree,
the leaves are falling faithfully
towards the open ground.


Always here, All ways now.

The Kingdom of Duality

The mirrors smashed
in a thousand years of rage
the castle became a whorehouse
for the middle-aged,
young dogs on cocaine
praying for the mighty dollar.


Lost in the labyrinths of lust,
spreading agony around
in high-tech advertisement,
the burning circle
of the multinational chic.


The scientific conclusion:
‘Just a little red pill for the living dead 
 to make them smile again’.


The latest fashion doing the strand 
on the top of the raging volcano,
the manipulated beauty's are dancing 
on the empty beats of the machine.


The thorns are broken,
the air is tired,
the next page beyond the roses, 
the Garden natural and clear,
the unwritten books are open 
for experiment
deep inside the harmonious centre 
of eternity.


Faithful in the moment
without a beginning or an end.
Be a King, be a Queen, 
be a servant for the people
deep within,
this is the Kingdom.
Who are you?
Where are you now?

Just around the corner in blue

From the cradle to the Grave
poisoned by a dark liberal swindle,
the priests of material relief
kept howling
at the reflections of the moon,
the Sun is waiting
to digest your silly moods.

 










What was it that you wanted?

Open

My heart is open
with angelic precision
beyond the variations of everything.


The wondering inside,
the revolution started last year.
The natural state was captured
by a frog in the blue sky.


The yellow stones are smiling 
leaning fragile against a crying tree.

Rage against the mirrormachine

Swallowing the Earth in bittersweet poems

the hole in this structure got water wings

the soft lines got terribly bored of fighting against

your will to think things over and over

again and again.

Dizzy deoxyribonucleic acid

The Mirrormachine
found the dream again
and made a connection
in the wireless substance,
the substructure
needs no company,
no boardroom,
no captains of industry.

Submit to the inner source,
it’s a crazy little thing
called Love.

The subliminal One
joyfully dancing in the protoplasm
of the virgin forest.

By order of authority
you have to be free
to comprehend,
watch the conception of the egghead
and the mongrel market,
they want to drive extremely fast
on mystical water.

Dizzy deoxyribonucleic acid
accepting the infinite structure
in a blue crystal ball.

The Wise are strolling
blissful beyond
the labyrinth of light and dark,
pointing their gentle fingers
at your desiring heart
to come back home.