Monetary manipulation

The masters told you a long time ago,
we will never become
manipulated robots, working for the company
wandering in an electronic maze.
We are volcanic flesh and bones
our warm blood is dancing free
in the African dawn.
The core is empty filled with
every possible essence
far beyond light and dark.

Face it

Creating jobs to clean a dirty mind,
the mystic elements are bleeding,
straight lines on the holy ground
overheated in a economic gamble,
little grains of sand
too lazy to pick up a can.
Hard plastic rainbows
in the veins of the ocean,
a chemical smile
on your face(crook).

The first and the last

Strange chemical substance of light and dark
invading my dreams of ancient blooming.
The only way of getting along is to be a joker
“dying in a dump like this.”
(still breathing in ecstasy)
Desolation between the soft spots
of the smoke, the hills too expensive
for a new fool.

To Rule is To Serve

The weight,
natural ability to response.
Evolution of the heart.

Angel behind the veil

Mind your own.

Ecstasy through circles

The inner science

The Veil

Another beating heart behind the veils,

nobody ever found a borderline.

The keystone of a careless lover,

the thrones revealing

a confused certainty.

The dust kept moving in different forms

through all assaulted seasons,

a hermetic conclusion to consume forever.

Dying thoughtless in the mist,

the mines are burning

on anxious flesh.

New Morning part One

Postcard from nowhere

Keep your greedy hands to yourself

crystal youth chained in these economic cellars

of illusionary castles in the wind

wonderful desirable ass is shaking

to keep the dirt factory burning,

I became an old man too

hanging from the poplar tree.

The world of breath

going in going out.

Digging underneath your security wall

I found a totally normal wallpaper
to wrap you in.