untied

is there a gutter that crosses borders

the street of freedom, coming and going

headlines and fish wrappings and broken dreams

these borders, they go all the way to heaven

just watch the birds…

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rat of ages

subculture begins at home

from the bottom of pyramids

eclipse of the moon

to the top of mountains

where the stairs finish

and words burn each other to keep warm…

translation:

the river of educated fish that know every symbol but hook…

pick a chord

periodically the marble statues are shaved by lenses

history fades away slowly to looks and touch

sad motivations outside the window

translation:

my red wine and wake up bruising with memories of blues I have no right to

at the crossroad the voices lay me down slow cry child for the beauty

wake child for now you old man prepare for the black dog

just when you got it right, not today, not tonight

dust of marble statues is the band in heaven

walk with you is their favourite song…

 

 

endless epiphany ensemble

there are smiles in the jungle, wisdom in the desert

there lies the path of story, infectious archetype

up, down, charmed, strange

translation:

I love and hate myself just enough for equilibrium

when I really am disposed to love to hate myself

this is something and nothing

something:

because I am nothing but the culmination of people who are true miracles of love, devotion, strength, compassion.

nothing:

because I am free to have these thoughts of love and respect for all of humanity before me, during me and after me. nothing becomes something.

Big Bang:

before the Big Bang

everything was nothing

after the Big Bang

nothing was everything

 

 

spoken like a whisper

listening to dreams like a spy in the house of love

to dreams like a spy in the house of love listening

dreams like a spy in the house of love listening to

still life

perhaps the thoughts of trees and plants make their breath

butterfly wings into mathematics

psychedelic mornings

 

perhaps the clouds are just a symmetry

imagination into pragmatics

visions into warnings

syzygy #

take my nuclear bones to a cave

make pictures

 on the walls

translation:

draw with charcoal an eye, on the planet earth, so all the universe sees us looking

shout so loud, all the universe hears our tragedy and comedy

build ships that float on poetry, past the moon and stars

simply finds us looking where we came from…