The Mystic Tree

Seduced to serve the electro-magnetic field.


When everything you touch turned into gold,
the organic measures forgotten.

Horsepower in the dust

The hollow screams of the search machine are greedy

and need a vast amount of energy

to duplicate an imitation of light.

Around my little finger purple fedders change

the graceful calling of their daughters

will humanize the mystic fase

in the age of terror.

In the backstreets again

God is raping a child
in a revolutionary state of mind,
out of kindness I suppose.
The evolution crushing against

the borderlines in an open universe.

The Fire Inside, the end of a tail

Sweet wine

The celebration is about to begin

the mystery in the lucid winds, the veils are broken

the door is open

On and on

Perpetual song, the seasons change

Water hole on fire

Living on a thin ice mountain.

An air bubble was created
for everybody to be lost in
the inextricable wires
of greed.

Please it’s nice to share
an energetic smile
and hand over our bread and wine.

“The answer is blowing in the wind,”
so tired of fighting against the mills
again and again.

Is your knowledge second hand?

A dumb ass
is driving on cornbread
with an overheated brain
from his mobile phone,
his desire for meat
is corrected by a little blue pill,
he paid for it by speculation
on the free market
with the hermetic precision
of vampire numbers.

The Surreal pain

The surreal pain in enlightenment
beyond a cut out of pink value,
the dept kept burning, there is no might
to extinguish the source.
That crazy infinite little thing called Love.

set in stone(part 1)

It is
before it was
a fish in colours of blue stone
the breeze
made me free
like flowers inside the bee
sweet honey from the rock
in the timeless numbers of sun
the healing words are strong fingers
pointing at the solid moon.