More generations to become

Cowards are living with the gun
beasts took over to manipulate
the armies of democracy
to protect the trademark currency,
the two-headed dogs dividing
the circles of the heart
changing them in hermetic structures,
one-liners of political science
creating fear to keep you in chains of desire,
the lines too fragile to walk on straight.
The elements already in the greedy hands
of the boardroom, the chiefs of industry.
The lone wolfs are smelling blood,
the forest is frozen nowhere to hide,
the payroll infected by wicked signs.
The herd still sleeping
surrounded by the hissing
of advertisement,
the overheated production of the factory
an eternal selling of a childish dream.
The marvelous design of the carrot
kept you hypnotized and drunk.
(Speak out for freedom of speech
and talk only about Love)
One Love that is!
Everything is part of everything.

The deeper shades of soul

In the dark room,

became isolated by refining

the deeper shades of soul.

Inside the Garden

I heard the moaning of the accuser

the roots holding it to the ground

it is kicking, complaining, it’s pounding,

and howling

it’s spitting absent in the mighty mirrors,

the unnatural fluids scraping

against the source.

The Sphinx beside the rivers

Awareness here and now,

eternal infinity inside,
have faith.

Pray on it.

The Mystic Tree

Seduced to serve the electro-magnetic field.


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

Drowning corpses for the goddess

After a proper education
we’re lost in the street hustle,
a heartbreaking global swindle,
doctors selling addicted chicken
and screaming blue grass,
A mathematical ghost
for the degenerated people.
In the mines of minerals
a pile of drowning corpses
to pay of the golden palace
and a rocket to the stars.
The strawberries used to grow wild
in the dawn
near the riverside.

Beside the concept

An abtract walk around her.

First move towards the Gate

In the centre of a smile
the heart is dancing.

Pearls of ecstacy

Planet blue
and nothing to do.

Lifting up a mask

Energetic minerals
dancing through clouds of moulding dust
deconstructing the soul from within,
the goddess is dreaming
in an experimental movement
through the rusty gate again.

Minerals for sale

Down in a hole.

Hermetic visions in digital waste

Animalistic management in science,
biochemical robots lost in desire
the cold experiments of determination
with an eternal cellular structure,
beyond the mind the blue circles
scream to the dreaming squares
in a true conscious matter of facts.
(don’t be led by gravity)
The heart knows the highway.

Post-modern Flight

Black bird underneath the chairs
the table hangs beside the waterside
erecting the line on top of the page
the pigs are jammed between
the plastic teeth of the big wheel
the existential deed is rubbing against the red wall
nowhere to go
a conclusion of the rusty spectacle
the exploded image is drifting cheerful
on the higher mountains
her hands are moving towards the key
she’s tuning in on the drunken songs
and is transforming into the infinite witness
of the silent whispers
deep inside the malicious dreams
of the seducing world conqueror
experimental disorientation
on the seventh step of the pain
the actual connection became a sentence
it’s running wild
in the devastating waves of the ocean
the closed doors collapsing into darkness
the eternal growth is vaporizing in his hungry fists
the soft rhythm of the solid ground
is drawing back in terror
the bloodbath is swallowing the edges
of the still waters of the Garden.

Generous gesture in the forest

Material specialism, men became a clean machine
chemical adjusted to survive on these mountains
of waste,
the presence representative,
the inside probably rotten.
The psycho-analyst spreading his diagnosis
all around and created a universe
of anxious patients
trying to escape and ready to fight
for a heavenly future,
a global scientific experiment
underneath the magnanimous sun
to sustain the burned out
stock exchange.
(manipulation of a free mind)
An eye for an eye, a teeth for a teeth,
turning the other cheek,
could we be that meek,
this week I’m descending
from a luscious peak.

Blind rivalry in the ocean

Educated bubbles
in a melting universe,
another explosion
inside the infinite conclusion.

A borderless centre

Mister clean is in- between to keep
the greed machine burning,
digging holes in a nuclear breeze,
eternal production
in plastic colours of the latest futuristic dream,
only for the masters of rivalry,
educated bubbles.
They came crawling from the degenerated
universities of liberty ready to explode,
lost in the mathematical complexity
of matter.
The desire to be free
from the cosmic measures,
heaven is falling
in a mystical grain of sand.

I spoke like a Child

I wonder
if my secret life
will become
closer
to the books
you're reading
in this dream.

Electronic devices burning in the wasteland

The child descending in the underworld
to receive another message of no real importance,
the frequency is burning these fragile grounds.
Minerals stolen from the amputated
structure of the Mother to dial another number.
(apocalyptical electronic devices
in the wasteland)
Communication network
strings of flesh
energetic rainbows
in a plastic world,
Plant a tree,
a book can travel with you
for more than a lifetime,
this machine shall burn
in the deserts of Africa
next year, the hardware
will give them more knowledge
of your earthshaking desire.

Distribution of the peacock seats

I left the dream  on a moulded street corner,
ghetto’s of red dirt
were build nearly towards heaven,
the rancid magic of the machinery,
the deserts around them
became acid liquid fire,
the pillars of salt screaming
for a saviour,
the scavengers fighting brutal
amongst themselves,
digital eyes and ears on every corner,
in the towers the stone cold skeletons
get turned on by their fragmentising
manipulation.
The old goat is groaning
ecstatic in the hard rays
of the twilight,
he’s dancing hypnotised
with the ghost of confusion.
(The year before the emperors
  plasticized the Mother)

Always back to the sun

Without a judgement or a conclusion
she is slipping into bliss.


The solar system
tells you to sit down
for a while,
to see what’s underneath.

Meltdown meditation

Meltdown to the bone
sacred ground kinetics
the pandemonium
conflicting with a strange desire
the slave trade
in a sleepless dream
the tides never stands still
the waters are whispering
through the electromagnetic
caves,
it’s roaring
in the next message
to the back of your mind
all the traces lead back
to you.

Pulp hazard on the rocks

Butterfly movements
through the skin of the lizards,
a hard fire to swallow,
the curse comes with the question,
your current account.
Slowly fading in,
to the left wing
my heart blended with infinity,
the words just pointing at the moon.
Even when you don’t know
I will always be there
part of everything
the elemental structure
time and space an illusion
here and now.

Holler from the mountain

From inside the silence,
the whispering got twisted
on cloud nine.

Systematic thoughts

Poverty wakes up the lion inside.
Nuclear infection
to pimp up a machine.

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.

Blues went around and around

A piece of the pie your teeth are bleeding
when you take another bite in the soft warmth
of the earth,
while you was trying to grab the sky.

Biochemicle robots
on a mountain of crab,
burning the electric wires
no power to breath
to the smiling Sun.
The world is getting smaller
when I'm standing
on my toes.

Power play of a green onion

Deliberation
in the boardroom consensus of democracy,
manipulating darkness
in the source of light.
The factory overheated
and penetrating a hole
inside the blue circle,
a cellular destruction
to survive another tired day,
a nuclear breeze to serve
our infinite greed.

The chains of our nagging will,
just for another important appearance,
the status symbols of this global repression
ice cold in front of the dead eye.
Please tell me that your shops
will be open till the end
of time?
(a mixed up digital conclusion)

Indifferent kings and queens

Interests of a few are they men or are they beasts,
talking heads fighting for a vote, it’s all in the numbers
of the dreaming consumer in diabolical debt
from the beginning till the end
twisted in devious desire.
Wisdom is seldom found
although it’s always
going 'round and 'round.
The multinational boardroom
wheeling and dealing
to keep the chemical poison burning,
a new generation still poor enough
to stand in line for the factory.
(recollecting eternal infinity,
religion tells you there is a possibility
to reunite again beyond space and time,
become one, are you experienced?)

Bullets and oil raging against the stardust

April fools dancing for a piece of the pie, in nine measures
can you hear the howling of the mad dogs now?