Destiny

Light shining bright,
breaking down the walls.
(don't mess with a good thing!)

Empathy for the fallen ones

Enlightenment of dark matter, our altruistic disposition
mutated by a monetary swindle,
a greedy bubble popped,
the players of the machinery already
are making profits again on a global scale,
the same old songs, new and improved
the latest modern fashion of numbers,
mathematics of a cold heart.
The wheels on fire, whatever the cost will be
for our cosmic civilisation,
the eternal ones breath in and out
in chemical disorder.
(the nail that sticks out will be hammered down,
mathematical rage in timeless space)
Our altruistic disposition
mutated by a monetary swindle!

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.

Nobody is excluded from peace

A plastic apple to consume
behind the electromagnetic walls,
nails, bullets and bombs
to keep the factory burning
night and day,
always twisted in the games of war
to keep the profits in a few foul hands,
cloud nine is whispering
through the back streets,
the embrace is overwhelming
nothing or nobody is excluded.

New dawn to shine a light

In the temple of awareness,
the open flames blissful playing with the walls,
the horns blew the dust back to the cosmic songs.

Introspection(the crossroad)

Introspective intervention and a little blue ball,
the crystal clear water is still holding
the plastic system of crap together.
Electromagnetic maggots
are swallowing the purple magic
from your dreaming brain.

Listen to the silence

Songs from the deep measures of the elements.

Beyond heaven and hell

When silence has torn down your thoughts,
the philosophers stone around your neck
in dualistic colours, the infinite One.
Love is who you are
it can’t get any clearer.
Everything keeps moving,
it will never stand still.
Isn’t it a struggle to hide
behind these empty walls?

Hands on the wheel

Spinning around and around...

Another path to be

Leaning against the trees
in contemplating disbelief
the dealers of plastic one-liners
sold out the universe of love
(awareness)
for a palace in the starving dust
of our chemical waste.
(a very strange way of making profits)
Back to the woods,
the rivers of consciousness.
Caves without a border,
electronic walls to whisper down.
An eternal path to wander in bliss.
(drive by shooting with closed eyes
  in a illusionairy dream
  inside the One that is)

Lightning in a double shift

The Desire to be knights in blue,
the working class heroes
lost in stone cold speculation.
(three chords and a heartbeat)
Evolution, revolution, illusion, One,
the lost gate of silence.

Awareness of the walls

Standing my ground, the mystic warrior.
Meditation,
open to the energy
of light and darkness.
The solid songs inside the silence,
faithfull devotion to be
One.

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.

A solid pray

The mirror is shaking in universal measures.
Salt of the earth abused with the raging claws,
science reduced and lost in the myriads
of a chemical conspiracy.

Wine and roses

Expanding inside, without a borderline,
spaceless measures
on the burning ground.
Timeless nature of the heart.

Stubborn stagnation in a black hole

Maintenance of a broken wire
inside your mind,
the tracks are in the moment,
here and now.
The investigator is dwelling
in the substance,
a broken window in his shoe.
A blue bird is flying higher
from her mighty hands.

Inside out

She smiled when she moved
through the crowd,
an open fire surrounds you
in a lucid dream,
the soft whispering
from all ages still holding
them together in the dark screams
of the factory.
The stones painfully
affected from the simple smoke,
they are rolling wasted
from the hills,
devotion kept pounding
from the melting mountains.

Magic mirror machine

Behind the wall inside the garden.

How thin is the heart?

The scale of resurrection,
a reflection of a mortal universe,
an eternal contemplation.
The content of the framework
didn't change that much anyway
in all ages of light.

A modern time twisted
in the wires of the mirror.

The sound of blood

I was too loaded
and forgot to vanish humanity
last night,
the magic of the third star
erased the boundaries,
the esoteric nemesis
is still dreaming through
every storyline.
(the weight of your heart)

Crack in the system

Made by hand, the feathers shaking
in the morning dew,
so tired of the suspicion
in this desperate monatary
oppression,
stone cold speculation
with the stolen elements
of the kingdom
the magnetic field lost another cell
in a essential corner
of my overheated brain.

The Beat around it

 The grateful scream
of the organ grinder
through wide open wires,
the purple branches.
Ring the alarm, the beast is loose
and placed an infection on top of the world,
to let us sleep in the golden light
of an empty heart.

Freedom beyond speech

Gateway to the elemental breeze
(what goes up?)
The Kingdom
inside every grain of sand.

(what comes down?)
You've got to shine a light,
the universe a stage
deep inside
a dualistic illusion.

Organized crime on holy ground

I don't need a leak to know what's going on.
The oracles lost in the chemical circulation,
the bottom felt of the ladder,
the scientist juggling with percentages
to publish ancient matter again 
in modern advertisement.
The elements are smiling subtle.
Being, awareness, bliss,
the infinite one to comprehend,
the word is not the thing.
(what is love?)

To Rule is To Serve

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

Soul searching

The mirror machine following the gaps
between the dualistic movement
of thought.
Roaming too far from home,
heart knows the high way.
(if you need some technical support)
The buzz is raging through the silence.

Meditation for the towers

Smoke is gone away in several bright
words, the silence made our hearts
wide open in capital letters,
beyond the colours of each book.

Spirals of manipulation

A constitutional black hole,
stardust elevation and a straight line
behind the wall.
Equality only in the mines,
the abstraction falls on the wet floor

in a blue room of thought.