The Connection

The Dance

in the eye of the storm,

dust is moving towards

your conscience.

The criminal minds

are always into conversion.

(another word for religion is connection)

The Child Inside

'Motherless children have a hard time'

Controversial search machine

The source don't need your wires,

there is nothing substantial to be found

in paradise.

Machines crashed against our stardust

Dark water

from the veins,

the beat is pounding through the rain.

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.

Rough Goddess Inside

Inside the beat the blissful silence
one line ain't enough.

Butterfly movement through steel

It certainly is true

some stole the world

and everybody knew.

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.

Open for reflection

Western perspective,

a scientific dream to get a mass

piss chemical poison in the river of life.
Which pills are you on?
The circle became a square
with philosophical dots of purple gestures.
The forest became a garden
with manipulated ecstasy
of a simple lie.

New Morning part One

The treshold of the mirror

Mass manipulation for a mathematical relief

quantum leaps of fractal desire,

the eternal growth of the factory.

No more autumn leafs being in the process of decending to the patient earth.

The winter palace plasticized,the ice mountains chemical readjusted to be part of the digital gas fumes of the clean murdering boardroom.

A historical correction became reality by managing an average illusion to keep the top of the pyramid in a few foul hands.

Unauthorized meat is breaking up the throne of the rainbow wizards, experimenting with the golden seeds.

In which circle are you lost, can you still hear the mumbling

of these fragile beats?

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.

Steeplechase in a microwave

Nearly everybody infected

by the death march of the elite.

I saw the last wings vanish

in an electro magnetic box,

the wires too fragile to hold it together,

too complex to

comprehend their immanent proportions.

The Pair got lost in a thousand posible movements

inside the nerves of pure divinity,

the wide open mind.

The Counterclaim

A whisper from major Tom

about the transfiguration of the death valley,

ground control can't cover up anything. 

Fragile blue

Illuminated measures

for the chains that will be broken.

Water structure made of light

They build a cathedral

and everyone came,

the dancing was ecstatic

sharing the essential pain

of the mother,

stoned crazy in the acid rain.

The Sun

became clearer

in his rage.

Indifferent enough

The idiot wind
blew the sheep through the fences
in soft patterns with a terrible grace,
the clouds are playing an endless sound
with the strings of the burning ground,
she was laughing on the other side of her face.

Cutting across awareness

Look sharp there is a lot of love,
going along with a fools dream
to the shining boulevard,
the captured got loose 
in elevating philosophy
from the lost winds of the heart.

The infinite universe

Do you know what is means, 

to come back to your dreams?

The dreams of  ancient mysteries,

beside the yellow river 
on a bright summers day

a soft breeze whispering through the trees,

the golden rocks are warm and breathing

and the inner ground is silent beating

the first melody of freedom,

the scent of their bodies

opened an infinite universe

and erected chaos

in a blissful verse. 

The Throne is shaking

And many are wandering,
the pillar of the blue-faced angel
stood lost in the middle of the windy sands,
they were crawling from dust to dust
broken pieces called out for the death
through diamond waves
of the emerald ocean,
the marble ships of the merchants
are sailing towards her ivory breasts,
the throne is shaking
and the hollow king felt burning
on his pestilent knees,
his frantic face down
to the wide open ground,
the slaves never stopped singing
in melodious tongues of love,
the snake-skin rhymes
touched the foundation,
the cymbals and drums
are pounding
through the mouldering gates of Eden,
wild satyrs are calling from the electric caves
fundamental seeds whispering from underneath,
the first-born is bound to be
in mystical contradiction,
you called her by her many secret names.

Maybe

Maybe the soldier

that shot a looting child in her back

will catch you when you fall,

after the streets vanished screaming

in thin air?

Maybe it will give us life again

beyond the broken fences?

Maybe purple blood will set them free?

Maybe your heart will skip a beat

in the dust of this old earth's heat?

Maybe dreams will get rid of the numbers

today?

Conceptual madness

I will hold you and fly away,

through the silver lining of the day.

( Throwing brillo-boxes through stained-glass

  cathedral windows.

  Pop-art became advertisement,

  money talks, so much trash in a small fraction

  of time.)

It's spreading like a wild open fire,

the elements are screaming for peace.

Marble arch, hope you're smiling

A ring of fire beside the silver ladder

the hollow moon is dreaming,

cracking the system in little green dots.

Voices are whispering through cynicle

conclusions,

the flowers are pounding

inside the seeds.

The root is dancing, the serpent speaks,

the fountain is moving beyond the heat.

The wild one flew back from the circular grave

the universe is smiling in an electric cave.

A thousand birds beyond the clouds

To renew the wasteful force

in evening colours,
a few friends fading
stars are gazing in the bright light.
It will go around and around
in simple movements,
always here,
all ways now.

Some peaceful magic will happen

The shape is smoking

I'm not afraid,

the shades are hoping

if it's not too late.

Rolling up and down the hill in purple steps.

Tiger in your tank

As she opened the door

and turned to the circle

wider than the world

this elevating miracle,

her paper-hat was blue.

Drastic turn

The crown fixed in chemical storms,

dark deserts captured.

Men and Women screaming
in bullet-proof paintings,
walls fall howling in a masters dream.
The green holes implode
in a fig leave mountain
the sleeping beauty
kept whining everyday,
everything is for sale.
The beast hands out an advertisement
another gate to open, the latest paradise.
The longing lost
in the measures of the heartbeat
sharp numbers burn blind
in the calculations of your brain.
Blue earth is melting in silver disks beats,
radical blue rays in shaken rainbow heat.

A knock on the highway

Egyptian windows in a pancake world,

big balloons, green kisses

swarming beside a waterfall of angels,

a speck of dust is crying out

in these mysterious nights of wonder,

wide open eyes, the screams are massive.

Cold blood inside the dreaming circles

of Love.