A large part
of the Mirrormachine.

You can’t manipulate
the mind-less state

You tried to put your large nose
in my business,
but the lid came down
several years ago.
I don’t need no identification
the universe knows the real names
of the awoken ones from the beginning of time.
You tried to use
another precious child
who made it out of your political factory
on a bleeding cross,
he was put in your profane dusty temples
without his laughter and beatitude
to be a slaves symptom
of human philosophy
it’s so easy to be devotional
to a martyr who don’t talks back
you never were very good in total honesty
only silence speaks
the wise ones are aware of that.
Captured in your ivory tower
of esoteric numbers, needles and stones
on your dark road of interpretations,
you lost in material hunger
a global scam of slavery
your try to follow my steps
with satellite precision
and thought you could do it with your clever will,
but high roads go deeper,
and the books can only be read with the heart
in the joyous experience of love
there are no words and pages,
and certainly no code
the light can break it
with warm hands on the back
but it’s up to you to get some sense,
the infinite can’t be beaten, hanged, shot down
and is fearless beyond life and dead
the natural things has to be unfolded
this paradise is free and open
always is
and has nothing to do with time
you can’t escape
these eternal signs
you have to be ready
right here and right now
if not
get lost little magician
we certainly will find you again
when you get the chance to do it again
the learning goes on and on
maybe you will be ready another sunny day
got all the time of the world
but I tell you now
your lost in a black rabbit hole
and a cybernetic robots dream
better use the science
to get your heart back
I have no appetite to eat it,
it is starting to rot in my library
the smell is overwhelming
your power structure
infected my rose garden in paradise.
Your little compass and your tricky hooks
are too small to get to me in your mathematical measures
my hits go far beyond your electromagnetic war games.

A close relation that I know
could force you to be free
because you build your billion dollar mansion
on a living volcano,
and you are still underneath the rain.

I know she is for free
my pretty little queen bee
I know I’m honey from these rocks
don’t care about saint Peter
and I’m certainly not into saint Paul
I’m hanging out with the Holy Mother
every day
the ecstatic drunken spirits talking in tongues
dancing naked in the morning rain of the dawn.

I’m sitting on the dock of the bay
beside the widest ocean
of universal Love
too many prays
to put in your plastic web
the translation of the true language
can’t be handled by your hustlers network yet.
We are just giving
with chaotic precision
the mystic measures from above
solid grounded in the dept
you are crawling in.

Show your face, and put off your mask
I know who you are!

The real Web,
needs no ground control
I got wings of my own.
I can elevate and illuminate
without the dictators oil
the wires of awareness
go beyond
childish material fog.

Who told you to break a perfect circle,
didn’t they tell you that it can’t be done,
with greedy human hands.
Waist of precious time
can’t be forgotten
in the Mirror,
I’m a fisherman’s son
walking the waves of an elemental song
open your eyes
and you’ll see the anxious emperors
pissing in his illusionary pants .

Waiting for your Soul shine
to come back home
too much blood stir up the fires
inside the planetary mountain dream.

Code red,
time for a change.
Find the One that is searching
for a connection .
The mirror stands in front of you,
do you see the fires in the Sun.

You can’t touch this, because it’s gone before it drops down
in the lucid winds of temporary clouds.

the dolphin deep in the mirrormachine
(after looking in the rainbow of the sun) 2012-11-23

Uptight pray(I suppose it’s alright)

Howling over house breaking angels
carrying the Stone cold scheme
to the elevation dream
scowling in the depths of the yellow submarine
gentle playing on the soft drum
the lament is heard on the blue fields
the lame are walking
in the backstreets in fire water clouds
the blind whisper to the cruel Goddess
of the cocaine mountains,
the smoke has captured the meek
in public movie dreams,
the ice gun is pointed
to the broken hearts
of new born trying,
the poet chewing on dry rocks
in the wheel that lost the silent track
the highway ends
on the white cliff suddenly
a straight answer
of the ancient oak
and the olive tree
the scent of the dark rose
came from her screaming lips
wide open syllables
pressed to his throat
the thrown away flesh
attracted the king of the flies
in the curse of her smile
the horns of plenty an illusion
in the chemical science
thirty ways to see the world implode
in a purple test tube
the carnival mirror machine
have no more ladders left to show,
see the ancient farmer again
you locked him in chains in the grey factory,
he could taste the mud
and tell you about how much time it takes
to come back on holy ground,
the fire heals the forgotten light
uptight pray
I suppose it’s alright.
the dolphin2007-08-01


The revolution took place forever
( when the light is haunting on the left side of your head)

The glass is filled with bells
days disappear in the silent moment,
the thoughts restless searching for explanations
a hermetic position to let the mystery fit in.

Can you put the all-embracing Love
in a lonely sentence?
It keeps on playing with us,
long days of fearfully biting in the dust
the powerlessness in the tedious limitation
the breathing high in the throat
cold blue claws around the source.

I am secretly looking beside the trunk of the old chestnut tree
butterfly tracks in a glass of monastery beer
cigarette smoke along dark yellow burning fingers,
the aspiration of angels finding peace in my heart.

Eternal lovers found their origin
in an unexpected prophecy
so many periods of time
it was thought to be lost.
I saw the old man carefully smiling
on his burned-out throne
near the window(in the web)
the wild earth laughing back with a warm roar.

The nice thing of it all was that the troubadour
passed it on through time nearly complete
with three important exclusions.

It slumbered so softly
in our childish longing
almost too light, too pure,
most of the time this kind of lovers
are captured in the disgusting intoxication
of the infirmary, the madhouse.
The novel was published later by an orthodox shrink
who filled it with his own idealistic logic
of his ignorant acquired vale of tears.

They could have been capable
to rebuild the peaceful temple
in three complete days
on the big mushroom
red and white
the dog was so free
to lick my hands
in the next verse.

The ivory towers felt
in a fire and brimstone sermon
of soft silence.

The horned Angel
lost in a dualistic assumption
when the wind is delighting me
in the black sun.

We are the Water
when we sing, caress, play
thank and wonder.

I am strolling with faith
on cloud nine
the wine fantastic
when you smile
about so many words
like butterflies pined on my hat
when they are raised to life
the revolution took
place
forever and ever.

rob2007-05-04


Whose Land? Whose Truth?
The Long Road Home
Who Owned Such A Fine Drinking Cup?
Divine
Expressing Themselves In Playful
Meditation
Share To Fly
Tribal Voices
Start Your Own
God Of Love
Love


If we only need a hammer to build a home,

We probably will get big trees.

When wheels are turning too fast,

Don’t be surprised when things start smoking.

Know yourself ,your timeless, a being.

An ocean filled with illusionary drops!

The philosopher’s stone
Don’t be led by gravity ‘,your heart is gold.

Diversity is another word for the one that is awake.

When you throw in this world a stone ,
The gravity knows it could easily land on a precious part of your own.



I fell down so hard
My hands and feet were bleeding
Lost in the world
Everything is broken
Only heaven felt like home
My angel kept believing
Things are getting better
Some day
But my mind
Saw the same old war again
When did we lost our senses
Must be a long time ago
Thank God
I have got a divine reflection
And can get away
In my infinite open heart
Shine
*rob2006-09-08

I lifted many stones
with pleasure and desire
I prayed for many souls
to keep them all inside the fire
I walked the road
in mystery and freedom
when my heart is ready
I will probably be gone
and only Love shall be there
sometimes they call it the One

old school
new school
there has been a flood
man and woman
struggling with that old demons in the mind
be trustful
understand that you have always been pure
love you still
you are all that I have got
sweet Lord holy Mother
freedom flower child
source of my inner being
the warmth
when my eyes are open
blessed my heart

I will study war no more
on these green hills
near the river of devotion
singing my hymns to the ancient silence
silence singing a faithful song
to keep my spirits high

rob2005

Sugar-cane in the breeze

The dream close to
the skin ,
the rhythm ,the blood circulation ,
I am.
Light burns the dark spots and places ,
it is seen ,it is open .

You can't hold on to your convictions here ,
words are entirely out of place.

It's free and paradoxical ,comprehensive ,
nothing and nobody outside the play ,
only the warmth.
Only the bliss have got something to say ,
gives confidence ,transforms.

Transcendental beyond the duality of the world and it will be awoken into eternity.

Searching to come home means
that I am forgotten that there is nothing
else but home,
can I look the one in the eyes ,
the one that's searching .
The desire ,to whom ,myself ?

'I am Love !"says the unworldly one ,
and in-between things he uncovers the
mighty rich cosmos ,
just being ,
a fruit-bearing earth.

Infinite king
everything of value is mine ,
hell and heaven you can keep
the Love here and now
is more than enough
For the wise .

rob2006march

so your making money
your finding gold
to dress up your empty churches
were you can find forgiveness
for being a thief

you could sit on any stone to find relief

every tree knows that he owns the universe
the universe knows that it's just you, being love
love knows when we are awake
the dream knows it don't matter
if you are in deep sleep
there is no dream
and love is just a concept, a word
a rose is a rose is a rose
and a heart is pumping blood
and god can be a word that says it all
don't feel small
hold the cosmos in your arms
bring love to the stars
be dark and light
when you holler to the kindness of
your heart
where peace always can be found
when your forget yourself and become the one
rob2003

The Angels of my dreams
Still drinking Moonshine in the
Night
They still tell Stories with their
Eyes
Gold Dust flowing from their
Minds
the sounds of the deep blue sea
the silence of the mountains, the wisdom of the blooming tree
the taste of thunder, the wind touching us so deep into our open heart
the smell of the rain
how the Earth could sing
How the Stars Can Smile !
how we can be Love .
Love
shine a light !
rob

love
the soft winds go through
high and low
we are everything
if we only knew to shine
lets go this road again
the mystic rover
should be free
the high priestess
is looking through

peace is not lost
the song is open
silent with a melody, so loud we can't put words to it !
like crystal clean water

shine
rob2004





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