The winds 

From the east blow winds of change 

Trees sway like the wings of great birds 

The moon bathes in the dance of Chinese silk 

In the whirlpool of darkness, reason is lost 

Illuminated by the blue of the night sky

From the west blow heavenly winds 

The song of bells from the burning wood 

The bride awaits her dead beloved

Thunder kisses her with demonic kisses

From the north blow raindrops 

A film actor embraces the Virgin in green 

The night is cold and fiery 

An old man carries the sun on his phallus

From the south blow spiral winds 

Feathers, keys, and dandelions dance on the waves of the sea 

A little girl is carried by an umbrella high to the heavenly star 

She is the scent of a thousand essences

From the zenith blow winds of eyes 

The old man kisses his reflection in the water 

His tears are steel 

They get lost in the mouth of an innocent boy

From the abyss blow winds of curse 

Ten strings, strands of hair, angel wings 

Birds tear apart an innocent woman 

Her blood is the blood of the night sky

The Ladder of Wisdom

Plato's skull ignites a fire of rainbow colors

Each color is the flame of a candle on a golden menorah

Slumbering sailors climb the ladder of wisdom

Reading verses from the book of illusions

We climb high and higher on goat paths

There is no more time, everything is now and in this moment

Eight are the signs of false happiness on the ladder of wisdom

Reading verses of the spell of illusions

Don't be surprised to fall every day

There is no order in the world of roots,

We only dance the spiral dance on the ladder of wisdom

While tying Celtic knots of illusions

The old rabbi sings a song of the desert wanderer

His boyish hand warms by the flame of the menorah

As lost souls climb the ladder of wisdom

Idiots walk on the runway of illusions

The queen carries children from the ruined castle

But where are your lost fears

Searching for lost books on the ladder of wisdom

Performing the dervish dance in the whirl of illusions

Dirt

She is the Shadow of ash on Victorian graves

Her Pale hands on cracked earth

Devouring lichens from graves

And swallowing wet soil

The blue motorcyclist sits on red rocks

Preparing her a cake of earthworms

She is the goddess of dirt Freya

His effort is her sacrifice

Her face is dirty from black earth

Her nails are full of soot

She spills dog blood through plastic pipes

While the firelight illuminates her chest

We carry black bags in her honor

Roots grow from our feet deep into the earth

From the cemetery, we cannot go anywhere

We stay here in her realm of dirt

She eats our hearts and carries our time

She walks on the skulls of our dead

We are here, and we're going nowhere

While she sleeps in the dirt of our souls

Knights 

The knight on horseback carries the sword of the moon

His armor is black and his soul is yellow

His heart is green and his hair is bloody

He rides on the waves of the wind

The knight is the spouse of death and doom

Furious and fierce like vultures

She is the angel of destiny, and the avenger of time

Her house is cold and lonely

On the table, a portion of potatoes

On bloody hands, the Maltese cross

The war still rages around us

And we ride on the wings of the wind with her

We are women, we are furies,

Avengers and black knights of wrath

The war still rages, and never ceases

There is no end, no beginning, and no death

Caduceus

On the foundational pillar of the temple of Hermes

Twist two serpents, one red, one green

The serpents are sisters of the east and west

From their kiss grow the wings of angels

Each eye of both serpents is an endless sun

And their skin, stars of the celestial sky

From where the voices of thousands of gods are heard

And the song of prayers of countless beings

That pillar is the soul of the god Hermes

One snake is his left hand,

And the other snake is his right hand

Their breath is his wisdom

He is the first magician, the master of the universe

His wisdom is the mind of the world

And he carries the sun in his eyes

That shed a thousand voices...

Red Sea

Last night, I dreamed I stood on the shores of the Red Sea

Behind me stretched endless desert of yellow sand

The sky was blue and clear, devoid of birds

And the sun scorched like fire

From the sea, I hear a voice calling me to sail away

While the night sun illuminates the red corals

I see a great ship approaching through the mist

And on the ship stand two demons, each with seven heads

One is a great red dragon, the other a beast from the sea

Where the dragon walks, the beast slithers beneath its feet

Holding a sword and scepter high towards the sky

Tearing through clouds, killing birds

The sea is red with the blood of birds

And the sea is not a sea, but a multitude of bodies slain

Their souls devoured by the dragon

And the beast beckons me to come

I know this is my end, or a new beginning

I must surrender my soul to the dragon

There's no way out of the Red Sea

My soul will be reborn again

A Boy

I remember my youth and solitude

Nights and days spent with music and books

Nights were cold and quiet

While days blazed with the sun, burning the skin

When I was a boy, my soul smelled of fear

I loved the reflection of my face on the water's surface

The dark river flowing beside my house

I loved the cries of crows flying in the sky

When I was young, my heart beat strongly

Each beat was like a drumbeat

Their rhythm was the song of gods

Their tone was the music of dreams

Youth is gone, solitude fades

Night and day have become one

The soul no longer smells, nor does the heart beat

The river is now black as coal

Forgotten youth, asleep in the heart of darkness

Stolen from the spirit of time, forgotten in the mist

The soul has sailed away, the heart has drowned

But the crows are still there, singing and flying