Wicked Love


wicked love

it´s too bad letting go
is not pretending it´s not there
at the same time
being afraid
isn´t facing my own fear
I turn inside
and my internal voice
is a savage
hurting me
beyond my

and that´s me
making me feel
like a victim
doing all sorts of
things just to
trick him
eating and drinking
cause´his voice
is so sickening

telling me that I can´t
I´m not even good enough
to write this rant
telling me that I Should
a burden
that closes off the
path to my Will
and all the things I Could
until I don´t know
what I want
even though I Would
if he wasn´t on this
unsupportive mission
keeping me in chains
of constant indecision

for many years
he´s been my best mate
catering for my
inner voice of hate
because he is the
guardian of my
emotional state
a gate keeper
keeping me from
going deeper

to face the pain
that calls upon the reaper

you see, that is my
savage´s wicked love
keeping me down
is to keep me above
the abyss of pain
my heart´s capable of



The Paradox


We have ourselves a paradox
of individualistic thought
The drought
Of selfishness sought
by consumer mentality
Convinced that you are free
to buy your normality
But in reality
You are depending
on a system
not worthy of defending

You are sending
your kids to school
and recommending
that they shut down their mind
to blend in
To voluntarily give up the free will
the schools are designed to kill

Knowledge repeated
until the free mind is defeated
Abandon creativity-
and fear becomes deep seated
Easily controllable
as the soul becomes depleted


You built your house on sand
Adopting the beliefs of your
fellow man
Still thinking you are
out of the box
While you are still trapped
in this paradox


It’s called government because
they want to govern us in herds
The cage is so comfortable
we don’t even know we’re birds
They have us incapacitated
So severed from our bodies
we’re practically decapitated

Desensitized and divided
beyond recognition
We are kegs in their wheels
of propaganda repetition
Individual thought is mere superstition
when you still abide by their rules of
war and collision

When they keep us in herds and in
in segregation
They uphold the illusion
of separation
We blindly accept their
We oblige and we vote and
detect no correlation
Of our growing pain
and our most important relation:
The Earth dies without our
minds evolving and elation



You built your house on sand
Adopting the beliefs of your
fellow man
Still thinking you are
out of the box
While you are still trapped
In this paradox


We have lost our senses
and we call it common sense
You do everything «right»
and still you’re stressed up
and tense
The government wants you
to build your defence
So they teach every man
to fend for himself
And our egotistical mindset
finds a natural outlet
We project toward each other
And destroy the Earth
our Mother

Our paradox is even written in the word
Take your freedom of choice
And find your inner voice
Is a mystic

Waking up means thinking independently
And it means waking up from duality
The paradox says
You need to use your individuality
To wake up from this selfish reality

And by using your freedom
you are finally seeing
that we are one
All colors and shapes
in one
Beautiful being