Poems

Fight

This is the dark side of the surfing moon
Here we are laying
embracing each other
Long time waiting
Looking at the earth
tormenting our kids
with sugar cakes
Despite the horror
We learn to fly
using our Silky wings
We join the choir of eternal angles
with wings of tears
from our dear kids
Who dare to have the fight tomorrow
Who will follow the stream
We start again
fresh fruit
oranges, apples, grapes
Clusters of chocolate
dripping from our tongues
Falls in the neighbourhood
of dead enemies
from the evil ground of despair
God himself stand in the middle of the Hall
of our white castle
We see the Lord and goes up the stairs to meet him
Now you are here
I can see you have had a tremendous fight
With the King of Hell
Congratulation my dear children
You are going to sit at the table in the dining room
The cook has moved his kettle
to fill it with fresh fish
Cods laying on the plate
Roses in green, yellow, white and black
On the table they are laying
kissing the wind
The silk dress covers your body
nothing to be ashamed by
Follow me Says the lord
Now the new era has began
The exertion is bearing fruit
The enemy is bleeding and deeply wounded
Where can we sit without touching each other
is too seldom a thing like this happens
There is no guidance for people like you
You have to work hard and without a break
just the furniture are lacquered with deep blue fur
from a Wild pig from the forest where the battle took place


Let the musician begin to harmonize their instrument
Bells and copper bars are used to make the sound
Strengthening The servants In white dinner Jacket
Stands at the
ready to serve the soothing meal
Want to know
where you found the path
where no one else had gone
This is the time
The bells of the church
is ringing
We say a prayer
bringing us to peace
We pray to the Lord of Lords
The old man
Dancing on the rainbow
Where the birds and gold singing trembling ghost
is going to rest
after wandering in thousands of years
Without calmness to console the Time glass
where the emperor of Kingdoms on the planet earth
Stand up and begin to conduct the choir of weeping widows
Drums are making the rhythm
so all bodies is with hearts adjusted after the rhythm
Bang Bum Bum
Chock
Bravissimo

The big Gong
Is now touched by the young girl
with a body and a smile on her face melting all doubt to steam

The type of accommodation
is regarded as the fuel
with which the chariot in gold
How do we have still the control
Computers of tree and filled with fibre-optic cables
Are started up for a new day
Where the battleground will be in the centre of Cassiopeia
Will there be an uneven fight
With hundreds of soldiers on Persian horses
Vibrating the inner stream of music
erasing hours of plenty midnight offers
Plus and the Love containing the whole world theatre
Weapons of grass
Snakes in the forest
A totem pillow
figuring the state of underground
circus
Holiness
Drunk yards
whores
Lesbian and gay
visiting the moon castle
as told before
Clinging sugar babes
getting rid of vice
perfect instrument when the layers are sleeping and dreaming of the handball girls
frightening the Judge
A dilemma has arisen
but not to formulate in words
Gone is the master of the four winds
Zephyrs and cherubs
is gardening the playground
Fishing up the memory
that inhale the smoke from a Havana cigar
just to impress the Agent 1003
What colour do you want
A flame of sodium or a flame of oxygen
There is no way out
cries the soldier before he was killed by a shut from a pistol with laser beam
Screaming to evaporate and going to the pillars when he died
just mention a fresh idea
Dwarfs are sitting with H. C. Andersen
pulling his long beard to the ground
Nothing can stop the Battle of the thirteenth century
Sensible and common failures will be united in Rome
De-escalating and drowning the cats as they move up from the staircase
longing for a soothing sleep
Drinking wine from the secure wine yard
Getting so drunk that it was on the front page of the Sundays Mirror

Weeping mothers and homeless kids
sniffing lighter gas
The sort of humour escapes the Devil
And there are twenty figures on the canvas
streaming in squares and golden lines with nothing on the head
The erected penis is washed with champagne
and the choir of pretty young girls start to hum
leaving the daughter of princess Londine
alone in endless misery
walking in a sweet line in front of the dinner table

The fish is prepared instantly and without pause

Wake me up as soon as the sun is in line with Venus
Sleep sweet and the Destiny is vacuumed in a waste frontal desire
That bring hope to all the suffering people all over the Blue Planet
And faith and optimism will be the King of survivors
crying to be committed with the job
along the seaside
where old paper boats is dwelling
while the storm is transformed to a hurricane

Lets face it
We will meet and talk as normal beings
Forgetting identity
and earthly names
As a twinkling in the star
The freedom of speech are consolidated
and All the soldiers from the green army is preparing the final call
so the journey can be everlasting.