dreaming

I did not write this

Immortality

As time slowly comes to an end, my mind is eaten away by the emptiness of my soul.
The music being played in my mind gets converted into unnecessary noise. My heart melts in the rain, just like all the metal houses on the planet. The whales start to jump out of their fish bowls into the red sky. The panda’s are no longer endangered, they are extinct.
All of us keep on chasing misprinted lines. We all fight our battles, alone, all alone. But we unite for the war that will affect us all.
All our rights are raped & burnt beside the crucifix, which is red due to the color of the dried blood.
As the vultures hang in mid- air, waiting to be devoured by the hardness of the sky, they realize their fate, faith.
Disappearing, disillusioned words. Our minds wander to the extraordinary fact. The apocalypse. The Armageddon.
All of our faith gets washed away. As we all wait for the end, we seem to realize all our mistakes.
Jihad, war, world war, politics, AIDS, abortion, murder, rape, acid rain, torture, prostitution, miracles, death, A.I., life.
Everything we owned will get submerged into the emptiness of the planet. We prepare ourselves for the evacuation.
Addiction, ecstasy. Our mother is dying, we killed her.
Nothing we do can change the consequence. We need to hold on, to each other, to ourselves.
As we all cry and the infants choke in the artificial air that we breathe and human created water that we drink,
We blame no one but ourselves for the end.
The silence is unbearably loud. We all get down on our knees and cry, no longer praying.
The end has come. Evacuation is impossible. Everything stops. Everything becomes zero.
Death. Survival? Impossible. Survivors? None.
As everything vanishes, a hint of life can still be felt.
In the far end of the planet, a seed is buried deep into our mother’s body who regains her strength. Who assures togetherness. We will rise, again.
Faith is regained.
Love is felt.

You wrote this?

Ashes

As the life slowly fades away from her eyes, I can no longer sense her pain.
The trick is not to cry. The trick is not to laugh. The trick is not to smile.
The trick is, that there is no trick.
Trick¿
The music never seems to stop. Her last words are drowned by the silence of the music.
Then as she fades away from my mind, heart…I realize and laugh.
The mystery has been solved. The questions have been answered.
Everything is connected.
Physics¿ …matter, anti-matter, warp speed, time warp, supernova, energy, vector, light…everything is connected.
I realize that we all are just part of this huge system.
We are the cells of the battery that run the system.
We all die, and are regenerated as new forms of energy.
No heaven, No hell¿.
Just plain reuse, reduce & recycle.
Humans? Just a bunch of used up rechargeable batteries. Just a form of energy.
Just like the sun…just like the stars.
As I look up to the night sky, waiting for signs to show me my end, I see the stars.
The stars that constantly shine for me. The stars that guide me.
That’s where I have to go. To the stars.
The stars…

Who wrote this?

Abyss


Because tonight I saw you breathe,
I saw the abyss in your eyes,
In the cold, wake away,
Too hot, hide away…

I feel like a hole,
Bound free,
Whispered loud,
I breathe,
Try to wake up…

Maybe in the gray,
Tonight I felt you fall,
Away

You are…whole…
Tonight…I die alone…
Signal with your eyes
Maybe tomorrow…
I won’t be home…

little bit of gold, little bit of pearl