The clear moment.

It was by coincidence a little bit lighter in the blue room
the warmth a welcome alternation
the dramatic effect thanks to
the red dot inside especially.
Luckily it still existed
after so many times wandering in these backstreets
an unexpected joy.
Just for a clear moment
she brought the earth back
in it’s right course.

the machine lost in the paradox 2007-05-10
(the lonely knight came along with a worthless poem,
a bottle of flower breathing and red lightning of an angels dream)

The night is here
with raindrops on windows
the electronic system was eating
from his unprotected heart
his hand was broken
while banging on the wooden table
with an old tin coffee cup
listening to little Willy John.


Do not believe the chains, dance on!

Shame on your greed,
your dreams are nothing to me
when I’m creating your universe
every bleeding day.

Did you see my wonderful rainbow shirt
become a rag ?
The dust on my beaten mind and body
is going back to the naked wilderness.

The unexplainable key
fits in the healing rain,
the salt of this blue earth
felt so many rounds
in your chemical maze
of discontent.
The control freaks
playing with their electronic foolish devices
the laziness got out of hand,
they are burning piles of dollars
in a bed full of slaves
took of the skin of the prophets
and left them in the burning sun.
The goddess was raped and cut in pieces
in the screaming acid rain,
this world a dessert again
used and abused.

Still I’m so glad I’m in love with a purple butterfly
flying above the wind between light and dark
come and visit me sometimes when I’m listening
to the yellow flowers in the park.

They made a sword
to conquer the silver moon
and some other cosmic rocks in the illusionary space
an iron horse full of destroying flames is running much too fast
on his back a lost king and his blond plastic playboy bunny
searching for some misplaced attention in the void of love.

The robots and the greedy angels are cold
and in their ignorance
they are doing their monetary trickery
selling the same things in different shapes
to their mass of walking dead every other week
to keep their silly little shops profitable the next stressful day
leaving a pile of garbage for their children behind
to die in before they could grow strong in wisdom again,
a black virus invaded their beautiful lives,
you could call it a family affair.

Still I’m so glad I’m in love with a purple butterfly
flying above the wind between light and dark
come and visit me sometimes when I’m listening
to the yellow flowers in the park.

The people are lost in a big sleep
addicted on little blue pills
thinking they are going somewhere
lost in simple circles behind the bricks
flying around the world,
dark clouds behind them
on the road to the next modern whim looking for a clue
but all they found were the dark clouds
that made them fly so high.
They are dreaming of an ancient story
in desperation and hope
and believe this is a planet full of tears,
and forgot the ecstatic saints deep inside,
afraid of the mystical dead
they are pissing poison
in the joyful rivers of the One.

Right in front of their closed eyes
the paradise is burning
waiting for you to come back home,
we better shine very quickly now
and grasp each other by the longing sacred heart.

Still I’m so glad I’m in love with a purple butterfly
flying above the wind between light and dark
come and visit me sometimes when I’m listening
to the yellow flowers in the park.

rob2007-03-05


It’s a storm
unpredictable
nature

you can’t play with it
unless you know the rules
very well

I stood on the field
fearless and strong
but I had to bow
my head very deep
for the one
that broke a large tree
like I can break
a piece
of bread
with my hands

A complex world wanted to be simple again
And ran into something big enough
It has a colourful structure
But couldn’t be spotted by the mind
Of this little bird
Blue clouds were screaming
And walked in little raindrops on his forehead
A new bottle was found
It had a saviour inside
The lost souls started dancing there
In the tiny circle
Were flowers create the stars
The old oak wrote the book
On the back of a frog
The words were a mystery
And too easy to understand
For a mindless fool like me

*rob2006-09-24
When you put a stick in the ground you’ll have to make a hole.

The mastery is to touch the parts where you can create your own miracles ,the rest is part of the magical mystery show .

The hand-made world

Empty paralysed hands
they have got nothing to do
Staring with great unbelief
in a burning world
trying to escape
with mystic words to the stars up above
forgotten is their living water
deep inside the heart
and the sun that shines on everyone
on the sleepers
and on the angels playing
in the park

hustle time
still on the chain gang
with Love
rob2006

Hi Rose,
it's pretty weird to consider the sun to be my greatest work of art, maybe I throw a line when I'm up there painting it blue, it's pretty weird to sit here throwing beer cans in the wind, full of love smoking cigars on a hip-hop beat, fighting with warlords on white canvas and see movies that never change ,the longing, the search, celebrating new life in a war zone, the light is deep and infinite and the world something to learn to know and accept, the ecstatic dance, with humble devotion, nobody can stop an inner revolution, the only reality, the question ,what is love, who am I, I am that I am, a burning bush, letting tears flow in the dust,
Can I grow and be open looking trough this window in the dessert ,were freedom could be, were money, greed and lust for power stands were love should be, bring it on, a celebration, can we look it in the eyes, can we understand the visions of nature, the seasons, the stars, the sun and the moon above, everything part of ourselves, loving our enemies, turning the other cheek, maybe someday, it's time to play, and we'll better start right NOW !!the hardest thing is to keep awake, before you know it paradise is forgotten, no more clean air and water, no more trees to lean on, no more strangers to meet !before we know it we are thinking that we are living in hell, have faith in living !here and now

banging on my drum, boom boom
shine
Love
rob

Broken arrow

Crystal dream
The sun gazing at the door
when I enter where I was before
connecting to feelings
of my inner light
collecting the visions of our ancient
dreams

Into the complex darkness
the first fight won
I looked into a mirror
and saw a broken arrow
and a smoking gun
the first night
I was lost
the second I began

Mystic here
Mystic now
when will I ever learn
to know just who I am

rob 2005

The Being Blues

Please God don't ever change
dark was the night
Experience and understanding
found the key to the Highway
I feel so good
must be a stranger over here

In the Garden
I'm singing my worried man blues
mean and evil I'm blowing 'my horn
the precious Lord is picking 'on my strings
I can't explain
I've got Friday on my mind
everything will be alright
shine your inner light, tonight

The Sun is dancing
the flowers whistle
The Silence sings the Blues
in the Garden
next to the port of Amsterdam

I'm smoking and drinking'
there must be nothing left
to loose here
It’s Now, I've lost myself
in the beat
and I'm real ,real Gone
just Being the Blues of Her Song

rob2006




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