Abundance of light

Still a wallflower with an academic virus
on a flat world.
Matter don't save a soul.

Growth

Intolerance, speculation,
religious self-interest,
material gain for the insane,
dead words of love
stuck in the throats of the hateful.


Compassion is trying
to be aware of the pollution,
our heavenly body,
still everything is holy.

Measures on the crossroads

Time is passing slow through the valley
the measures forgotten.
New mornings to become free
in the cosmic sea.

Why not ?

Eternal circles in an infinite reality,

a wise one can't change anything.

Mirror machine is flying wireless.

Roots in yellow pleasures

A wireless state in the ghetto,

rocks are chained to thirty silver coins.

Gave it all away to plant a seed.

Too busy thinking

I heard it through the grapevine,

never enough silly dreams to believe in.

Into the machine again

Sun machine is coming down,

moneymakers are shaking

the land of milk and honey.

Reality became plastic,

dreadful bubblegum

in the third round.

(what does that mean?)





Meditation number nine



Painting it black

on every road

little white movements

on the solid ground.

Five ways to crawl through visions,

the haunted stars are screaming

near to our fragmented minds.

Smoke gets in your eyes,

the bed is made

lifting the veil in the meadow,

don’t be late.

The first will be, at last.



Muddy corners

Encrypting the system
the key is infiltrating anonymous
in several muddy corners
a biochemical process is responding
to the walls of the heartless crystal,
the goddess wanders faithful in the valley of tears,
the borderless radiation is burning holes in the soul,
a square head is changing the reflection of the mirror machine
the hard rain is screaming through the green of the infinite woods,
naked skulls and bones are dancing digital in the dirt of the streets,
the anxious warrior wanted to transcend to the cold light
of the disintegrated stars,
back to a promise in sacred letters
in the overheated disconnected hemispheres of the brain
he falls.
The trees of knowledge shake off their colors
in an electronic maze.
The elemental secrets of love, the facts of nature
just forgotten for a few desirable moments,
you thought you’ve felt awareness
for the first time in this existence.
(when breathing is bursting shameless
into energetic freedom,
the Garden
a timeless circle of the eternal breeze,
it’s whispering around and around,
only One, with uncountable names,
becomes reality deep inside,
a weightless place of light a dark.)

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.