Pop Pop Pop

Forty days forty nights forty light bulbs
Pop pop pop they explode; completely useless

Tick tick; Why waste your time under the sun?
When you can light up the night with your bliss.

Silence Sings Beautifully

Take my hand, lets sit on the merry-go-round
I want the whole world to turn in my head

I want to hear music no more; solitude I seek
Silence sings beautifully in a twirling thread

Joy or Sorrow is a Choice

Life is full of ups and downs
Like a mountain; beautiful

Some moments sad
Like a lake; imprisoned

Some moments happy
Like a swallow; free

It is different this moment;
Joy or sorrow is a choice

Fuck Your Beliefs: There Are No Past Lives

He cries, she cries, they cry
Mum, dad; I need you. Sigh

Orphanage or home. Loneliness
Common theme, you my highness

I am hungry, I am cold, I need cloths
Is this written in your ethical codes?

They say it is karma. Just survive
Who cares? It’s your fault to be alive

Of a past life; someone else
Bear the pain and suppress

There is no past life; Fuck your beliefs
Capitalism; ignorance of those thieves

Be wary of those, the charlatans
They want you to follow their guns

Past lives; an excuse to smoke grass
A reason not to move your lazy arse

I’m not ready, destiny; all that crap
Wishful thinking; no there is no map

Simple; it feels good to blame
Why should I take the shame?

There is one life as Buddha said
You are reborn after you’re dead

Said the same Jesus, he was a saint
Ignorance was your past life. Now faint

Open your eyes and see the ray
Wake up! Look: it is a new day

Hell or Heaven depends on your bliss
You are reborn in your consciousness

Be quiet; listen to what Rumi’s said:
How long are you going to stay dead?

The Story

These words I write for you
You too have experienced
An essence of being you

A deeper kind of slumber
Where there is no dream
Only eternity; consciousness

I tell you the story of life
No doing and no having
Emptiness, love and grace

Close your eyes and fly with me
I’ll show you wonders and magic
In this empty cottage the fire burns
Yet there is no wood no paper

In this story colours speak
Sound walks and sunshine dances
Some sad and some happy
Sometimes music, sometimes silence
Solitude is a theme; yet there is harmony

We shall sing songs, play the guitar
At the end, what else can we do?

Be Free

Into the horizon; eternity
Deep inside the heart

Dive; swim; breath
Experience just one time

How warm the ocean is
Just once; be free

Hear the Rhythm

Key by key, beloved plays with compassion
I forget who earth is or who owns the skies

Moon, I look at you, show me your passion
The dreamland, the neverhood

Step into my home, I have no expectation
No visions, no dreams, no liveliness

No statue, not even a tree in this salvation
Place your hands, this water is clean

Billions of stars, all in meditation
Yet you sing with opera, but no song

Hear the rhythm; that is revelation

"Poetic words to free my mind
something new for me to find,
a vibe runs through my restless spine
to help me write more, line by line.
Poetic words again I write
over and again I might,
these sentences become my art
ideas flowing from my heart.
Poetic words will always be
something pure and true for me,
ideas for the whole world to see
my favorite way to be free. "

Sean Vincent
November 25, 2001

Farewell

This night, this music, this life
Take these pearls and smell them

Blow into your saxophone, breathe
You are the king, take this gem

It is yours; this sweet dance
Rise my majesty, follow the caravan

Melody of your trip is playing
Farewell my empty sky

This Violin Playing Flame

Take a walk, lose yourself to the nature
Step by step, bit by bit

Feel the fine movements of the foot
On the fallen branches, the stones

You were made in perfection
Evolution or god, does it matter?

The streams, the wind, trees
River, fish and grass

Slower, a lot slower this time
No rush, walk in peace and calm

Smell, watch, touch
The leaves, water and butterflies

Hold the branch, talk to the bush
Fly with the bees, taste the honey

Visit the crickets and ants
See with eye of the mountain

The view; beauty, magnificence
Can you hear the birds sing?

All these years, where have I been?
What have I been doing?

This fire from my life
Burning me to my soul

Why didn’t I see? Why didn’t I care?
Give and take, why did I just take?

How could I? My soul shouting
Spirit complaining. Why didn’t I hear?

I keep writing, tearing myself apart
It is a lie; there no god

No crucifixion, no forgiveness
Why blame? Can’t you see?

The grass is greener, if you look
The water is purer, if you drink

Is this a tragedy or delight?
When did sorrow become joy?

When did wine become ecstasy?
This violin playing flame

Blazing deep inside my soul
Who awakened me? Take it back

Let my ignorance tree grow again
Let its branches be my wounds

Oh I wish those blind eyes back
Those deaf ears I envy

Nature I lost myself to all life long
Although green, it wasn’t mine

Open Your Heart

Listen to your heart beat
Let your heart open
Just let it
Close your eyes
See from within

Just for You My Beloved

Life, where have you been?
Love, why can’t I find you?

The music, vibrations
Take me home; alone

Show me the ducks, the rabbits
Quietly, which is the way?

One thousand roads, alleys
Same place, same city

All joined. But one unique
Just for you my beloved

This Chalet is Yours

Have you known this chalet is yours?
Your father told me once

He was an honourable man
Within his friends and business

He played the guitar; sang
Loved you and your mum

Helped his neighbours and friends
All the villages gathered at his funeral

Before he took his last bath and
The disease consume his last breath:

I lived forty years, everyday
Building hospitals and temples

Now that I need a cure, a god
They are in villages and towns.

He built you this chalet inside these farms
So you have a place to open your arms

He asked me to guide you in between
To build sanatoriums and shrines within

Let the Fairies Take You Home

It rains at sunrise
Making music on the roofs

Walk outside, no raincoat
No cloths, no layers

Let it all wash off
The religion, the beliefs

Let the sun clean you
Let the angels dry you

Let the fairies take you home

Look in the Mirror, Wipe Out the Pain

Made thousands with your choice
Look in the mirror, said the voice
View thy self reflect pure
These wounds need a cure

This one: fume of the mother
This one: rage of the father
Contemplate; just observe
Is this what you deserve?

This garden, come and take this freedom
Break the mirror and step into the kingdom
Take this chainsaw and cut the chain
Take this leaf and wipe out the pain

Take Me to The Phoenix

A cool breeze touched the sparrow
Her feathers still, now in motion

Jumped from the cliff the sparrow
Picked a leaf and caught the breeze

Free fall; with ground resembling
Take me to the phoenix
I am ready.

Do You Believe?

Hope, sympathy, care
What? If you can’t give

Beauty, abundance, perfection
Where? If you can’t perceive

Kindness, compassion, love
How? If you can’t receive

Happiness, emptiness, ecstasy
Why? If you don’t believe

Lada

The voice called in the dreamless slumber
A traveller passed through the solitude
The stillness upset; who is this disturber?

My name is Lada, I am here to stay
To walk with you, to feel with you
To lead you; I shall not betray

I’m not a broken promise; not a puppet
No rape, no violence in this silence
Neither hope nor delusions in my pocket

Take my hand and I shall take you away
Far far, where there is no aging; no decay

No; I am to dwell here; to feel the sorrow
Fight the beast and I don’t fear tomorrow

I will take this hollow day
I still have debts to pay.

Blew my mind his intrusion
Left me Lada to my erosion

Oh I wish to meet him in another vision
These attachments aren't worth his division.

Are You Ready?

She opened her eyes, looked at the rays
Hummed in silence in her prayers

She sat in the garden
Saw everything in golden

She heard the colours speak
She felt the trees squeak

This grid she had never seen before
This place she had never been before

These wings she had in white
The bird said in the light

Are you ready?

It’s Time to Get Up and Follow

These illusions, these dreams
The nightmares and the screams

All these years I’ve been waiting under this tree
Knocking every door, asking for a plea

It’s time to get up and follow
Mystery; the Arash’s arrow

The Music is Calling

Listen to this music, close your eyes
The harmony, the vibrations.

Open the jar, let the jam dance
With the beat, with the rhythm
Will you take this chance?

Will you tango with the fairies?
Will you sing with the angels?

The music is calling
Do you want to get moving?