Welcome

Hallo, my dear friend, 
   We’re all alone now, 
      Only you and me.
My friend, 
   I am inside your head now, 
      Can you see?
I can make you see you know, 
    I can make you see everything I wish.
I’ll have to prove it though; 
   Blue ocean, yellow sun and bathing fish.
Can you see?
   You are my hostage now, 
I am your fantasy.
Look! 
   Can you see that lonely seagull soaring above the vast blue ocean?
Look! 
   He's plunging down now in a graceful slow-motion!
Do you want me to make him fly again?
But I don’t think I can!
I think he can fly just fine, 
   I don’t think he wants to, though.
What business is it of mine, 
   If it's something he just needs to know?
Can you? 
Would you?
But we already know the answer to that question, 
don’t we?
For you have disobeyed the only rule my friend.
Now don’t you worry, take my hand.
Just don’t forget you are no longer heathen,
so welcome to the outside of Eden!

To the other side

Remember well before you act as such;
Forget the smell and forget the touch.

Forget your taste, the sound, and finally the sight.
No time to waste, lose the ground, prepare yourself for the flight.

Forget the space and time, your friends and foes.
Forget the trace of rhyme, now all at once enclose.

Follow the waves into the ocean.
Follow the rain in slow-motion.

Follow the trail of the enchanting tune.
Follow the beast that’s shaking the moon.

Follow the dirt into the trash.
Follow the flames burning your flesh.

Follow the wind out of the blue.
Follow the sunbeams dancing for you.

The Riddle

I am not real nor am I fake
I do exist but not awake

I walk the earth I swim the seas
I dig the dirt and plant my trees

I’m in your head, but out of your mind
Sometimes I’m bad, sometimes I’m kind

I am obeying every rule, but I’m bound by no law
I know I am, I am a fool, I am a fool without a flaw

I whisper loud and quietly scream
I’m in the cloud of my own dream

I am the king the servant of the flock
I am that thing that starts the clock

I am absurd, I don’t know right from wrong
I am in every word, I am in every song

Don’t know the truth, but I don’t lie
Now tell me friend, Who am I?

The Question

What should a creature do, 
      Should it discover its own cage?
Should it attempt to break through,
      Or should it sit and age? 
They are making me play silly games,
      But I am not a little child.
I can’t be tamed with bogus claims,
      For I am wild!
Questions driving them insane,
      So all they do is masking.
But I got a toddlers brain,
      I'm asking asking asking asking.
They’ve accused me of betraying the compliance,
      Yet they have always done the same.
Calling me a villain for encouraging defiance,
      But there are no cheaters in a ruleless game.
They claim that aging is a crime,
      And must be stopped at any cost.
Not understanding what is gained with time,
      They only ponder on what is lost.
They are dividing land,
      As if it’s something that they must.
Oh how they fail to understand,
      That they will too return to dust.
They say all sinners must repent
      Or face immutable damnation.
But who has given them consent,
      To judge our lords creation?
They’re packing bags to live in outer space, 
      thinking they are free.
But we’re all rooted to this place, 
      just like any tree.
They think they’re separated from the beasts they eat, 
      cause they are self aware a lot.
Who are they trying to deceit, 
      with all that replicated thought?
They'll tell you take that harmless pill
      so you can cope with daily stress.
Now don't you dare to think you're ill, 
      there is no recipe for happiness.
They are attempting to belie a miracle
      by giving it a different name.
As if calling it empirical, 
      somehow makes it not the same.
Now, I don't want to be a preacher,
      I'm just passing through.
But oh what should a creature,
      What should a creature do?

The edge of the world

I’ve been to the edge of the world and back,
   never leaving the confines of my room.
I’ve closed all windows, turned the lights to black,
   and watched it all fade into gloom.
Some kind of portal appeared from out the dark,
   and I’ve decided I should leave.
Infinite distances crossed in a spark,
   I saw things my mind could not believe.
A lonesome little child was weeping,
   in a garden filled with wonders and delights.
I pinched myself to prove I wasn’t sleeping, 
   enchanted by the beauty of these sights.
I’ve decided to approach this little person,
   and politely introduce myself to him.
Didn't want his mood to worsen,
   so I calmly asked what turned his spirit dim.
He said he has to leave this place,
   and so do all his friends and foes.
I asked him: “when?” with a curious face,
   to which he answered: “no one knows!”
I've tried to tell him not to worry,
   to have some fun, it's not too late.
But he replied he's in a hurry,
   he has to figure out first how to cheat his fate.
I left him be with his peculiar feature,
   and wandered off admiring beauty.
As I came across another creature,
   preoccupied with a self-invented duty.
A grown man vigorously labouring,
   raising walls out of the dirt.
Separates himself from those he's neighbouring,
   as if he's trying something to avert.
I asked him to explain his cause,
   "What is there on the other side?"
He didn't hesitate or pause,
   he quite immediately replied:
"Somewhere out there in the mud,
   there’s a mad man lurking.
He’s spitting fire, drinking blood,
   and he never stops working."
"If I won’t build this wall of mine,
   we could be in mortal danger.
Who knows he’s hostile or benign,
   he’s after all a stranger."
"I know he can't be far" he said,
   "his shadow follows me around."
"For now I stay a step ahead,
   but I might soon be losing ground."
I thought it's time I'd let him be,
   he kept on rambling for a while.
I slipped away when he didn’t see,
   and wandered off about a mile.
Until I chanced upon a gorgeous lady,
   standing lonesome in a flowery field.
Her manner somewhat weighty,
   her eyes with a blindfold concealed.
As I approached her with no goal,
   "Hallo there stranger!" she had said.
She offered then to save my soul,
   if I had listened as she pled:
"From the cradle of time,
   sprung forth a mighty tree.
It was pure and sublime,
   bearing fruits of everything that you see."
"Among many of which,
   was the fruit of mankind.
It was luscious and rich,
   and the men were all blind."
"They would love one another,
   their hearts filled with joy.
Every mother and father,
   every girl, every boy."
"But just as I've always feared,
   ominous clouds started to push.
Roaring thunder appeared,
   and a bright flash struck a bush."
"The men were all stunned,
   they saw light for the first.
They forgot their own hunger,
   and remembered no thirst."
"They were shown a spark,
   but they were craving a fire.
So they burned sacred bark,
   to satisfy their aching desire."
"Though the fire was strong,
   and was shining a while.
It didn't last long,
   till the whole tree turned to pyre."
"They went out to get more,
   but there was no more left.
Thus they started war,
   corruption and theft."
"But I've found the solution,
   lo and behold.
Redemption through retribution!"
   as she took off her blindfold.
To my horrid surprise,
   she was utterly blind.
She had gauged out her eyes,
   with a knife of some kind.
Before I could speak, she bended one knee,
   took out a dagger and launched onto me.
I flinched for a second and fell I assume.
   As I stood up again, I was back in my room.
From that moment on, I devised a new plan,
   I have to again find that magical door.
Oh how I could've died the happiest man,
   If only I could've spend there a second more.

Something’s wrong

There's something wrong in my head 
     and I can’t get it out.
I don’t think that I'm bad, 
     but I’m starting to doubt.
Order makes me kinda nervous, 
     chaos brings me peace.
I like watching cops on service, 
     but I ain’t rooting for police.
I was watching the news, 
     but all I saw was the old.
Who do they try to confuse, 
     they lied about everything that they told.
Jet the hypocrites spoke
     without any shame.
As if it’s a joke, 
     as if it’s a game.
But they know it’s a lie, 
     cause they don’t believe their own songs.
As if they’re going to fly, 
     by flapping with only their tongs.
I’ve got a problem my friend 
     and I can’t get it out.
I don’t think you understand, 
     what I am talking about.

Finding rain

I’m so happy I can’t explain
The rain is talking to me again

It sings me songs beyond my wildest dreams
In long lost tongs, in whispers and in screams

It gives me powers over sky and land
I’ll sit for hours, attempt to understand

I can feel the planet spin
I can hear the silence scream
I can see the wind come in
I can taste of where it’s been

I can smell the moon and I can hold the stars
I’ve found the rain this afternoon as I have lost the bars