Lose the spirit roll

Carve the fat off your soul. It´s obese for loving the lovable.
It´s overfed with compliments desperate people send you.
Its distorted and lethargic.
It´s lazy, oily and sickly.
All the most obvious words you used to describe your life.
Familiar situations as hopeless as an overweight lunatic.
But your body is only to feel, it´s surface wont save you.
Your loud words, spiritual cholesterol, and your false notions, your heart´s growing hole.
The freak you see in others, the freak you see in yourself.
Overeating apathy and flattery, people spouting scripture, but what of your soul´s health?

Selling faeces

Tropical swamp with five star hotels around it, luxury hotels with negro porters in bright white suits outside a foyer before the deluge.
A thick steaming plantation, a curious tribe´s boy emerges. Some kind of pearl of wisdom, my minds awake, some kind of guide.
Damp rock forest floor, where they decorate shit.
Soft grassy palmy balmy roadside, extreme mist steal me, steal me from the ground.
Guru´s and conmen circulate in my dreams.
Five star hotel carparks empty.
Guided to the treasure. The moss and lichen laugh like the jokes on me.
Along the huts and stalls there are people selling faeces. Treasure they would fight for...
Treasure for which they´d die. The result of a little bowel movement they expect you´ll buy.
Tropical swamps with such charm moist foliage stealing my fears, and mists you´d like to disappear into.
All they had to sell was shit though!

Forget daylight

Forget illegal...

When you´re up and when you´re down!

When you´re up and when you´re down, when you´re lying on the ground, stunned by the winter, stunned by the spring losing you´re hair before summer begins.
Caring for the nothings, nothings worry brings.
Caring for the cheap shots, feeling sorry for things.
When you´re up and when you´re down... People laugh like hyped up clowns. People cure themselves through structure, critisizing the ground and the sky until it loses it´s lustre.
When you´re up and when you´re down, weakness grabs you, mercy frowns.
When you´re up and when you´re down, headaches linger, your knees stagger.
Caring for the expectations of some provoker.
Politely explaining until you almost choke. When you´re up Elvis couldn´t touch ya.
When you´re down granite bottom found, your biggest fan forgot ya!

Lack of curiosity killed the cat

Dogma dagger.
Gospel gossip gobbler. Blabber blubber!
Answers on a platter, served with a smile and a tone of pious.
Take a thing like god and explain it like you do your neighbour.
Like you could hold heaven and earth in your perception, a wayward angel come to save us with your evangelism.
According to the sermon how many days until apocalypse? How many sins will god forgive?
According to your minister astute and collecting a tithing how big is heaven and how deep is hell.
And as you´ve got it all figuired out, tell me how´d you know which house of god is lying and which has the truth to sell.
Now you have the way and light, you can burn some books. Except your precious bible and the interpretations that you cook.
The free ideas and philosophy you curse, curiosity you squash!
Does your smile stay clean even when you´ve been... thoroughly brainwashed????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

when you´re up and when you´re down

Aim high naiive.

Present´s mix

The present´s mix of human explosives crushed between the past and the future until our natural fission nourishes and propagates earth´s life to the horizon. Or shoots it and burns it down in goodguy disguises.
The present´s mix of network gods programming and spamming us, urging us to join, buy and subscribe...
mercy.
Soda with a drop of genius diluted in liquid stupidity.
Movies of heroes and winners, childrens idols and perfect love.
Formulas for success elaborated last century yet noones getting bored!
Thinktanks where truth is forbidden.
Authenticity an arid desert full of thirsty artists being denied water.
The few unpolluted rivers rented by the stars, their familiar plots and special faces. Punchline rapids, superheroe flashfloods, regurgitated happy endings, deltas full of mud.