Spooky nights

At night
Without the light
All seems to be a fright
We can NOT see what is right
How to let go of the fight
Let our mind become quiet
See our future become bright
Within our own sight

When we are awake
We see what is at stake
Why we have a headache
Or a little heartbreak
Let go of the “mistake”
Then we can take
A little break
A new decision to make

Need no longer to stare
What we can not bear
And we tear
Apart every layer
For our truth to becomes aware

A new religion

A new religion
In my vision
Is to make a mission
Of a new discission

It can be enough
When you love
EVEN what is “rough”
Sometimes It is tough

To adapt.
We have a great impact
In how we react
Not separate, but connect

In a world
All that has occurred
When your heart is stirred
By all injustice you heard

YOU can be significant
In being deliberate, determent
Giving a love-Message so different
For ALL to become liberate

Please, Let Love increase
Wars “decease”
Pain release
Then we live in Peace

Power

We are the power
Let go of all the “sour”
Build our own tower
In this hour
To become a beautiful flower

We use a “broom”
For all that “looms”
In our inner rooms
By the time It becomes noon
We open up and bloom

We feel moon/sunlight
Feel our Might
To take a flight
At a new height
Using our own kite

We can create
And initiate
A new conscious state
When we facilitate
In what is great

It is NEVER too late

A friend

We sometimes need a friend
To hold your hand
To stay by your side
Their heart open wide

Because they truly care
For you to become aware
Of the dark
To disembark

From your entangled mind
To help you find
Unseen for your “blind” eyes
The emotional ties

They light the road
For you to unfold
This is when a true friend
Tends to lend you their hand

Criminality

I believe criminality at the root
Starts when a situation is acute
It is the first need
Food to feed

No money to live
No clothing to give
Others have too much
I believe it is such

That people become aware
Life for them is not fair
They want a little more
To live behind a “safe” door

When they go to sleep
They also want to reap
From the fruits of life
For husband, children and wife

This situation is not just for a few
Across the world there is a large queue
Many people fall in this category
Where life is an every day worry

It is often not seen
It always seems
Neighbour’s grass is green(er)

The Universe

We must agree
Life is a mystery
But what about our Universe?
Information is still diverse

We know so little about Space
And about life of another Race
Although we know a liitle more
There is still much to explore

I imagine they are more advanced
If they would have glanced
At our little planet, being ecstatic
About our field of electromagnetic

They also could come to the conclusion
We still live in an illusion
They may live like The Jetsons
While we live like The Flinstones

We use fuel and duality
Where war is our reality
Like children we fight
Who is wrong and who is right

We live for what we want
Like a debutant
There is so much rage
In the way we behave

We can invite them for a drink: ))
And ask them what they think
How to live in perfect Harmony
Enjoying each others company

Love can be:

Exact,
or abstract
It can connect,
and be correct
Looking for contact
or select.
To collect
just an “object”,
or an interesting “subject”
To Attract,
or even reject
Attack,
or protect

It can give you an injection,
taking you in a new direction
It can be a distraction
without any affection
Accepting all imperfection
THEN love is pure perfection