Fade away

Close your eyes,

hear your voice,

lost in the waves,

mixing with your heart.

Close your mind,

just smile away.

Let the air tease,

your worries away.

Can you hear it,

your soul sings,

not of freedom,

but of peace.

Feel it,

remember it,

live in this movement,

and then wither away.

Memories of filth 

Glamour and fame,

stolen money and no shame.

Smoke and booze,

babes on cruise.

Dream of lust,

freedom and powers thirst.

Illusions of glory,

you the judge - you the the jury.

Karma comes with a swing,

rips you of everything.

Down goes your life,

with no will to strife.

Cowardly way to die.

nerve caressed by a knife.

Soo enslaved by guilt,

memories of filth.

Art by: Alan Wiszus

Beautiful peace.

A hint of light,

on the cloud beneath.

Silence so sincere,

mind's now numb.

No words - no thought,

peace is truly beautiful.

Light now shines again,

in my forsaken world.

Thank you.

Wake up.

Escape from dreams,

come to reality,

because in this world exits,

a different form of possibility.

A pen may write,

a brush may paint.

But your hands alone,

can truly create.

With a mind soo vast,

you can create your ways,

To tear mountains apart,

or find a lion to tame.

Let belief in your heart,

call will to stay,

because today is the day,

you will be truly awake.

A thousand crimes committed,
guilt, now a source of boredom.
Bad times-good times,
all seem the same.

What a tasteless life!

No time for soul searching,
money is of essence.
Death awaits regret,
no care, who cares.

Finding peace.

Happiness is a dream,

peace is a achievement.

It's not easy as it seams,

its caged by freedom.

You can be free to live,

but never free from death.

You can be free to love,

but not free from lust.

You are caged by thought,

and that thought is freedom.

Troubled Mind

Fleets of discussion,

enters my mind.

An endless day,

and now a tiresome night.

Memories of childhood, 

emotions from the past.

Answers were revealed,

to the questions never asked.

Oh God!

does this brain,

never shut up!

Insights in religion,

smiles like a punk,

Why does my brain,

at night seem drunk.

A story in the end,

quiets my mind.

It seems like a child,

of a troubled kind.

Silence at last,

no dream so divine.

on a cloud I sleep,

with this child of mine.