Poetry
Lapis philosophorum
In the darkest chambers of our heart
We sat and eat the poor mans bread
We found, destroyed and than depart
What has no end and did not start
We died inside
In endless pride
staying behind
In the wrong places
With the blind
This lover is a restless beast
Eyes closed upon the stars
We did not find what we have lost
Under endless scars
And while we fear
The innocence of nervous deer
We choose to be
The monstrous lie of vanity
Incarnation
Nothing is perfect in the shadows beneath
And thats what I know
As I know what I feel
That the flesh does not heal
The wounds that we need
Iacta alea est
I am in this vacuum
Of god knows where
And restless like
A thick black air
Around my lifeless hand
I am blind and try to sing
To the dying light
And the night I bring
Caffeine and nicotine
And lonely drives along the sea
And stars falling from the wind
growing into you and me
Tibetan book of death
An empty house I left
Along the darkest hour
Where the stars and nebulas
I brought, never came to flower
I closed the door upon the ceiling
I sealed it with my dying hand
As this house will soon forget
Where I go or where I went
I take a bow, and walk the walk
As mirrors break, and mirrors lock
And all the stars they stream away
From the house I closed today
Seeds
I woke up, on the floor of my tomb
And darkness all around
I tried to move my arms and legs
But it seemed they where not there
It took me some time to realize
That I was pure consciousness,
and started traveling
Living Alchemy
What if you awaken from a long long dream
A world you reflect on from your blind eyes
You see the good and judge the bad
But none of that is what it seems
A universe of expanding what?
When books and plants and stones
Spring from the condition of your brain
That splits in half by this membrane
You seek the stone, the wonder cure
That heals the sick and open wound
A treasure for the longing man
And none of this is true
A god, a man, a mouse
A perspective forever changing in your eyes
As we are the builders, always been,
of the dreamer and the dream
No time, no space, no human race
No universe or stars outside
The travel you perceive to be
Imaginary alchemy
And here lies the magic of beyond
As we create yesterday from now
When membrane burns and heart is open
The mouth that speaks will be spoken