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.

Visions from strange places

Did my time, my seclusion in the dark
part of a proper education
before you may speak
about the never ending visions.
Mountains came before me
for more than a week,
books whispering their secrets
in the wild side of the wind
making love
with the infinite sea,
being that child
dancing up and down
the ladder
nothing more
to find.

Open for reflection

Western perspective,

a scientific dream to get a mass

piss chemical poison in the river of life.
Which pills are you on?
The circle became a square
with philosophical dots of purple gestures.
The forest became a garden
with manipulated ecstasy
of a simple lie.

Now and in the hour of our dead

We’ve got plenty of time to wonder,

she nearly lost her mind,

longing for more

of the same brand controlled certainties.
The old days are screaming
to the fast lane,
modernism’s and pale blue productivity,
the vampire too anxious to be poor,
the fruits are whispering.
In the dark ground
the seeds are pounding to the walls,
the sun is overwhelming
inside the chilly winds of the east.

The silence is complete

The big wheels are going

around and around.

The profound universe of song

Her reflection goes beyond belief, it’s a certain kind of knowing

the contrast the Illusion in this profound unity.

The train of thought just a movement from the cosmic field of memory,

in silence it becomes the mystery,

the infinite Garden of Love.

Baby boom greed

The baby boom greed
and the morals of the perverted father.

I’m hiding in a sacred place
deep within.
For a few coins and a spoonful
this paradise is sold in this life
and probably in the(this)next life too.
Some called it heaven and hell,
who is leaving this mess behind?
Valley of tears.
Who is leaving this measures behind?
Cloud nine.

Throw your software package on the ground
and start dancing, thank God it’s Friday.

Glam rocks in the ears

Playing Big
in the dream machine
doing the whiggle and the butterfly
trying hard to keep it high
in this mortal possibility to reach the garden
been there before don't doubt it.