METAL HEART-CORE AND AMETHYST ROCKS

When You want a picture of my heart,

Imagine a living, throbing stone

Radiating thousand coloured, blind art,

Tough like a diamond, ring, bone.

It whispers sparkling, raw transcendentality.

Nature lives in every dimensions of the multiverse,

In amethyst rocks, in sacred mounts. The pity

Is the crown of the strong. I slam a throbing verse

That grows out of the platinum core in my chest.

I knew the sour sorrow of the suicidal wish.

Some years ago i lost almost all. I lived by rest.

I hardened my heart. Mourning died. Spiral itch

Is what I feel in my tree-like strong spine.

I am waving water, dancing fire, green-eyed wood,

World wide earth, ringing metal. Youth is so mine

And I dig for treasure! I’m survivor in my good

Time, in good place. My triumph is existence,

I have heart, it’s no rotting, weak peach,

But an enormous core. I keep distance

Of civilized poisons, friend! I’m bewitched

By the raw, primitive, gorgeous nature!

This is my secretless transcendentality.

I survived, my life shines, i’m mature.

I slam the power’s poem, far from my city.

Thousand years of heritage lays on my shoulder

And I’m wearing it proudly with belief

In myself. It’s a red-white-green boulder.

I hold it like a tattoo’d Atlas, not like a tiny thief.

I rose from a vulgar fraction to an upstanding one, that counts.

Real life-wonder hides among my ribs, not a fake apple.

I keep the gift of a banging stone(henge)-mount

I have heart and this core is unbreakable!

  Performing in the Breipott