Just

Beyond enjoying strange’s pains Beyond inner cries and glean For them to give me “my” sweets And disguise it as a need To the masks inside your grin … Beyond hiding other´s doings By a tongue who levels lies In order to exclude for envy And disguise it as class pride Whatever you really enjoy… Read More Just

Before

Raising cups for a real drink Things you are not allowed to think Things you can turn into words Only when able to sing Inside each heart there’s a puppet Who thinks no one else exists Gradually threats let her out Even against his “own” “will” Don´t tell “others” what you “want” It will change… Read More Before

Bright

They have tried to squeeze the Book:How many “conduct treatises”Are inside a single line? But there is much more than thatAs there is much more insideEvery single one numbed heartAir is always full of wasteVacuum full of hate and cries Silence’s full of claims and shoutsThoughts are full of slight and liesTiny space where vacuum… Read More Bright

Column

Vanity gone with the greed Greed wrinkles inside not lost Gadgets embracing in boxes The next thrill to be long goneAnd the next finger upon youPoints not growing above “raw” Nobody knows what they didMuch less what they´re doing nowWanting to lie on the streetsCleaning with a fine tooth combWhile books are waiting the pyre… Read More Column

Free

Roaming the Seas and the EarthA “dark” sight covers the world There is the need to “grow up”Can even “kill” but face onNot backstabbing like the “CEO´s”Not by Sodom rule and tongues To the South of the white face Top of East of the real GardenStands the start of the road Where you realise what… Read More Free

The Hand

It takes the shape of some pageant When real ones don’t claim their placeFake masks act like they´re the ownersAnd organise “hate parades”Don’t need to hide what you are When not hiding it againFrom your beaten head inside From your bodies and your flesh There is no need to be ashamedOf creating civilization But having… Read More The Hand

From the Dust

When the basis needs more time To find their stand and their shapeThe world´s expecting approval The world waist and waits and waits…The creator of jack the ripperMadly out of love for her selfOver some rackety stand Being obsessed with nothingness Creator of the offended oneWho “reads” and don’t understand Thinking the slogans repeatedAre all… Read More From the Dust

Circle

There is a face watching you The future after a cry Not what you think but just betterDespising your current “I” On the border of condemnInside every treasure chestThere is a crash every dayEmptiness ruling the earth Inside the border of praiseJust about the passing thru’Where it cease to be some “trick”Where the “mask” needs… Read More Circle

Inner

The root of the intoxication:High on oneself, out of luckIt adds up to a travel through The empty desert and the Book The city robbed in a headdressBrighton sporting flags of green A world edging the delirium Won’t let our kids have a drink Some backs looking for a whipWhen needing an equal hand I… Read More Inner

To the One

Little girls thinking the world isTheir toy to play “prettiest me” Doubt is your greed incarnatedYour “high class” is your own sinkWhere everything disappears Until getting to discoverWhy medicine made you sickerSo much you think you stand overReason´s yelling from void tonguesOver what they never saw Until getting to realise Better doubts and better “foes”… Read More To the One