Electronic devices burning in the wasteland

The child descending in the underworld
to receive another message of no real importance,
the frequency is burning these fragile grounds.
Minerals stolen from the amputated
structure of the Mother to dial another number.
(apocalyptical electronic devices
in the wasteland)
Communication network
strings of flesh
energetic rainbows
in a plastic world,
Plant a tree,
a book can travel with you
for more than a lifetime,
this machine shall burn
in the deserts of Africa
next year, the hardware
will give them more knowledge
of your earthshaking desire.

Meltdown meditation

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.

Blues went around and around

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.

Mind traveling in a yesterday dream

Another blue sky falling underneath a tree,
in the centre of the soul, the heart
is crawling with a purple snake.
Circles in the movement of the morning
earth is trembling, ready to pull back
to the source of love,
because you're faking
a new green deal in liberal conclusions
of an ugly science again.

Energy from within

Connected to the wireless system
the energy level infected
the natural chaos,
the order of things.

The growth of dark spots
increased with a terrible speed,
the machines took over
the beating source of the alchemist.

Every third star exploded
in the back of the inner soul
and duplicated only empty shells,
the temporary mortal forms.

It became almost impossible
to be aware of light and darkness.

Thin white smog

Ocean bite

the roads are leading back to you,

plastic numbers in the third eye

the form is standard with digital precision

the soul is getting blur

the stench is audible in the garden

the formulation epidemic waste.

Thin white smog

in meditation.

Illusion beyond the purple flower

Poetic Reality

Digesting an African cow,
slaughtered two years ago,
smoking fibreglass leaves
in great disbelieve,
driving through petrochemical caves
in the penetrated fragile garden.
Walking in a material dream,
with a greasy heart.
Laughing in the mirror against
the first part of the carved number
on my forehead,
the manipulating code isn’t working
in the deeper streams of the infinite ocean.

The words are just pointing at the heart

Utopian darkness
of the democratic dictators,
the evening empire sold us
a miserable little castle to die in,
the walls a labyrinth of distrust.



Our holy chemical order broken
flying around in burned out air constructions
through the corrupted library.



The rainbow child got raped in the digital reflections
of a scientific delusion,
the strength behind the words
became lost in the mind.




The infinite mystery beyond the eternal dust
is embedded in the source of individual connection
with butterfly wings and the blue tones
of the rusty horn.
She is whispering the solid songs
of warm silence,
the mountain dream of love.
The mirrormachine drowning in the grail 2008

The open road to elevation

The rose whispered silent truth in the soft rain
we got to go back for some healing.
Back to the ancient woods,
or do you think your too modern ?
Leave the toy shop behind,
do you need more crap from the global dealer.