Blue sky bye bye

Birds fly
people are running around
fish swim inside a plastic ocean
mountains are walking through pools of oil
breathing fire into the silent whispers
thirty pieces of rusty silver
a broken child
there is nearly nobody in the blue sky,
nearly nobody trying to be that high.

Awareness under the roots of a tree

Avatar had awoken the skin of the heart
the avenger was an average soul
looking for attention
with an incantation to make it rain all day
in the toyshop of our greed,
the psychoanalyst can only help us to stand
the illusion,
it made him pretty rich the poison he is dealing.
You have to break the chains inside
hope you find someone who is pointing
to the Self.