Brimstone

First move in the dawn,
the hunting grounds are gone
a plastic crowd is sleeping in dark water.

Standing my ground

 

 

 

Standing my ground

you will be aware and realize

when the borderlines are gone

only Love to comprehend.

Don't loose yourself in any conspiracy,

go INSIDE,

the cosmic being

here and now,

nothing can touch That

not even I.

Be.



Earth is calling very load now

What is Love?

Angelic whispers beside the Heart

 

Playing with the sunshine,

free Tibet, free china from the Amercan bible-belt,

the factory is overheated.

 

Anaesthetic desire for the the sleeping crowd,

do you dare to try to compete with the awoken ones,

it will stuck in your throth forever and ever,

One shall reap as one has sown,

a true rebellious One can change the seasons

in a silent whisper.

Planet in need

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Proud Insanity(without the madness)

The razor-sharp light is laughing through

the cracks,

hard notes rumbling in a marginal evolutionary state,

some things get better if you let it be free.

You are saved on a stuffy dark planet in need,

deep inside a box of plastic parrots,

rising above in mystic little steps

of pleasure.

Two eggs sunny side up(blue moon)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two eggs Sunny side up

Crowned in infinite awareness,
the days are wearing out and became unconcerned dust.
the rhythm dreams inside the blue sundial
the deaf ground is defrosting fast.
The transforming basic idea
in the solid dance of the whirling earth,
Paradise opening up in the silent moments
between the dualistic chattering,
merged together in a timeless circle.

Vampire vision part two

Another tube,

phone-booth in your backbone,

electro-magnetic disorder,

the wheels overheated,

one-liners infection

in the soul of meditation,

fast life on the highway,

forever young

with a flat tyre

breathing black smoke

in and out. 

Vampire visions

Tubes of greed to empty the Holy Mother,

the vampire vision

of a scientific experience,

a small dream of stupidity

in an eternal ancient meditation,

the infinite measures are inside.

Here and Now in the wires

Free Europe ,

the ethics of sharing

Feed the children with knowledge and Love,

meditation to gain universal infinity,

don’t get lost in the labyrinth,

the desirable visions of the (de)monetary vampires,

plant a forest,

a Garden of Love, become colorful and open

Being, awareness and bliss,

the higher Self,

One the mystical number

in the mathematical measures

of the inner source.



Pussy Riot behind bars

Nadezhda Tolokonnikova
on the band stand.
Free Rusia
Free China
Free Tibet
Free Europe
Free America from a tea party,
Just three chords and an African beat
in the temple tonight,
Putin go back to the hell that you came from
and take your Dutch business partners with you,
Free the Netherlands
from the global enterprises,
although these lines are just an illusion
the deeper reality is that you have the strenght inside
to be an infinite divinity no chains can hold you!

Love and peace included

What do you sell?

Is it something deep inside the infinite measures?

When you put a stick in the ground,

you have to make a hole.

Hystery

Hysterical moneymakers.
Little wankers create a Garden!

Good vibrations,
let the fluids run.

Education in a new screen

Screaming information systems, 

the reflection of the mirror neurons

capital sins sell everything in the dirty grey dreams

of the door to door salesman,

every new screen of the digital order

is knocking reckless on your solid mind,

ideologies are measured by a globalised hell .

Faith, hope, love, charity to comprehend,

the heart is trembling in the storm,

ready to consume the nearly unbeatable greed,

the stardust that I am,

through education,

the realization that the inner song of peace inside

is infinite Love,

(* no complex references are needed in this material world)

the elemental source

in cosmic light and dark

is freedom.

The mirror machine is turning around and around

in playful perpetual notions.

One Love.



The chase of the last Dove

Digital blur became an infected Ocean,
trees are shaking wild
in my silent Mind.
Celebrating Humanity
a fine part of the undivided
Cosmic Being.

Exile in the backstreet
of consumers paradise,
a monatary elite crushing
potential little sparks of light.
A possible green whisper
is erecting my wings of freedom,
the Garden is still flourishing
in the source of my heart,
the painted design of the wallflower
is tumbling through the academic virus
of a managers decay in a flatliners world.

Designers Tale

The Golden Calf
became a plastic cattle,
gluttonous grabbing to the stars.

Green walls of sacrifice

Exile in the backstreets

of consumers paradise

the parasites of the monetary elite

crushing little sparks of light,

deaf, dumb and blind in the cocoon

of goldman(sachs).



Infinite silence down the road

Copy and paste in a crisis of waste.

Copy and paste in a crisis of waste
sunflower air in a blue gesture
cosmic lines in a planetary moment
without time our breathing is embracing
the infinite silence,
the source deep within
the measures of Love.  

Another lie to get you on your knees

When you get twisted in the mirror machine

you can’t get out alive.
Walking over water
through solid fire
high measures in the air
my latest feet deep in the cosmic dust.
It’s a wonder
for the dreamer,
infinite awareness for the One that is.
Breathing faithful in and out,
timeless through the beginning and the end.
(a half truth is pointing fingers at you, a cup of tea
is flying magical in a complex illusionary conspiracy)
Cutting of the head of an archangel
with a borderless heart.

Speculation in an amusement park

Mister Morgan

bought every possible piece
of this cosmic construction
to serve a silly grain of sand.
How is life up there
for a fallen angel?
My ass will close for another thousand years!

First sounds of light and dark

Messenger beside you
the wires penetrated the dreams
of the solid ground.
The inner source
was called love
in the first sounds of light,
the crows flew up to the whispering
of the Sun.

Always back to the Sun

Selling air

The zenith calls the bitter wind
behind the ancient message,
seven circles around the sun
don’t fall asleep in the supermarket.
You could hear the mothers call you,
the cherub’s head in a lyrical movement
beyond the heart the ice is melting
the mountain walks slowly in uncountable
mortal moments.


Mystic blue in a formless dream(the crows nest).

Guilty steps in the green field

Traumatised from the beginning of time
food from the manipulated machines,
my soul is served cold
it came from the electro magic
screams of a refrigerator,
solid dreams came crawling
from underneath the measures
of the red dirt.
The open source
with empty hands,
standing in line
to lend a piece of the pie
again.

Nowhere to hide on planet blue

The leaves are falling
feeding
the trembling earth,
a restless world is longing
for a little peace,
a respectful touch
to grow wild.
'I wish you joy!'

Hands up....

(De)monetary visions,
squeezing life out of the elemental
well.
Lifted a stone
the river smiled
the carving changed
in a timeless morning.

Stone by stone

Back to the woods
in a straight line,
the mystic warriors
stranded in an electro magnetic hole.

Here and now

Faster beyond light and darkness.