Sixty four, my sweet outdoor
Perfection without a direction
Infinity from multiplying divinity
Nameless, but shameless
Strong enough and never wrong
Smooth like a pray for ruth

Connection by natural selection
Love brought by a white dove
A cure for wellness and no lure
Universe answer, unfair curse
Deep circle in a powerful purple
Inspire from the sky, I need a fire
Artsy world for a mental disorder

Desire for a dream with blank theme
Have a chance or do a dance
Soul awakening and moon coloring
Rainbow above all makes them glow
Insecurity in the obscurity
Heartbreaking moments with the poets

Be aware of who you are
On the edge we meet ourselves
Nobody deserves ignorance
Cities are burning from infirmity
In warm hands we should trust
Unity keeps us healthier and stronger

Sirens and violins before funeral
Ivy tattoo and a rocker in the tree
Xanax pills to awake in the dream
Teen spirit and the hippie style
Yawn before a long damaged trip

Films and popcorn in cinema
Only kids allowed to watch it
Useless brains without creativity
Rusty people inside the box

Anne discovered the biggest secret

Lots of rules and no mercy
Imitating equality and respect
That’s how we lie to each other
Thanks to ignorance and fright
Limits keep us in an open box
Encourging us to never look up

Grey sky and dark eyes
Images of truth fly away
Ring finger with a diamond
Lonely time spent in the couple
Suicidal dreams before sweet sleep

Pumpkin taste on my thoughts
Orange vibe in my emotions
Effy is still quite and depressed
Timeless moments of suffering
River’s music into the woods
You are the water of my life

Season of horror stories, friday the 13th
Money and a coin in my deck
Whistle in the night for my demons
Special death and Bill is smiling
Groupie love under the moonlight

Born to be the other woman
Sensuality and deeper connection
Men’s attention on the blonde girl
Bloody attitude and whisper after heaven
Cherry infinity on my lipstick
Moans in the hotel rooms, on the beach
Goddess in the pool forever

I’m 64, I’m the one.

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A photo of Tina Aumont.

Mother Earth

Blue dragon-fly above the river
Stones filter the downstream water
Trees have an eye hidden in the trunck
Birds are singing and knock the branches
Multicolor butterflies arround the forest
Woods on the ground, molded by humans
Grass and flowers and moss everywhere
Peaceful sounds of a falling water
A fresh natural smell in the clean air

We need to love our Mother
I love our Mother
The purest goddess of all times

Calming vibes from flying insects
Warm spots on my skin from fairies
Light energy from the sunshine of sky
We drink the vibrations of trees
We dance from our inner wild soul
We celebrate our animal friends
We taste the piece of life that we have
Abounding in gratefulness for our Mother

We admire and desire the power
The protector of us is our Mother
We love our Mother
The purest goddess of all times

Seeing the happiness with my heart
Hearing the green atmosphere
Into the woods I found my spirit
We are ready to go on an adventure
Running. Bare feet. Extremely high.


Nature lover
Climbing the trees,
Smoking some weed,
Flying without falling ‘cause
I got my clover with me and
I let the dollars outside the peace.

Dazed and confused
With two pieces of cucumber
On my green makeup eyes
I’m fresh like the baby frog in bog
Eating avocado paste over my salad
Of small apples and sweet kiwi.

Hippie lifestyle
High like the mountain
With grass under my feet
Abounding in green peas flowers
Refreshing my mind, lying down.

Free like a crocodile
With love in my heart
Breezy’s love for everything
Led by the green chakra inside me
Smiling to every beautiful detail of life.


Scared by the shame
Lost in the game
Tears from red eyes
Anger from lies

No possibility of change
And a wish for revenge
Trusting no one else
They ring the bells

Left arm for easy hide
Tie a string very tight
Clench the fist before
opening the drugstore

Pure gold in the veins
Destroying the chains
Tasting the freedom
My friend is a demon

Warming up my body
More than opium poppy
More than morphine
This time feels „all in”

Look down at lighter
Seeing the life brighter
The spoon got dirty
The mind talks jerky

Heaven closed my eyes
So I can fly to sunrise
Stay there forever
Going back never

Dreams end after trip
The pain travels deep
In my bones and muscles
Now advise me for troubles

„Goodbye, everybody!
I’m an addict,
A druggie.
RIP my past life,
my hopes and fears,
my old friends.
Now I have no one,
but heroin.”

Taste the life!

I’m learning to feel before anything else
Running is not the best idea to succes
Take a deep breath before taking a step
Don’t analize too much, intuition can help
Bring your senses into your daily decisions
Intellect shouldn’t entirely block your visions

Leave your fears in the mind’s background
Live in the nature’s heart, on the ground
Open the eyes of inside deep knowledge
To experience the color of peace: orange
Drown your insensibility in pure tears
Connect with the music, open your ears

Let yourself be in unconciousness space
To discover the untold: your birthplace
Keep your attention in other dimensions
To receive new and unique perceptions
Taste the lucky with a blessed attitude
Enjoy life, your breath and just feel good

Red and green

I asked him about red and green
Why I should stop at red
and pass on green?
But he answered me profound

Red is the basic color of black
Maturity and wisdom represents
the darkest shade of black
But the absolutely black means
the innocence itself

No human can be total pure
We were born to be imperfect,
sinners and black&white
We live in illusions
of good and bad

But green? What’s green?
The green lights we see
are the fake part of world
Trees and flowers are real
Smell the grass and be alive!

He teached me how to fly
In a world of 2-legs only


Long, sharp, white nails like scissors
Dressed like a real elegant gentleman
Big smile on his face with shark teeth
Very tall and slim, walking in black shoes

He’s my protector, my savior, my hero
He’s the best listener and advisor
Darkness is our special, lovely friend
Obstacles and fears- just a good joke
People aren’t frightening anymore

Bill is my soul friend, another self
He represents the death itself
Can’t be scared of who I am
Life is short, but death is forever