WHAT ABOUT FAITH ?

Today
I was given
my ultimate identification
seven chips
were brought in
by inner operation.
Every big wheel
of my being
was analysed.
Now I can be followed
with precision
in every move I make,
every thought can be displayed
on a big blue silver screen
in the dungeons of the green doctor.
There are no secrets anymore.
They robed me
they stole my divine name
and erased it from the book of life.
I was sentenced to get lost
in cold little bits and bites,
a silly number in their files.
It’s judgement day
for so many ages already
every day just the same
for the One’s suffering in fear
the broken hearted in oblivion.
But they tried in vain
you can’t hold the One
in a dualistic philosophy
and put it in an electric box.
Ground control
your circuits are dead
sweet major Tom
the tree is blooming.
I’m the serpent
the Wizard of the stone free wind
lighting up a match
to let the eternal candles shine
in front of Windows
for all the open minds
to silence
I AM
the God of Love.

Defenceless and open
all my lives are shared.
Am I still beautiful
banging against illusionary walls,
what about FAITH ?

rob2007-03-09



The peasants way

On the road to freedom
he’s tangled up in dry ice cold words
an African princess to serve him
in his little needs
and a fine monastery wine gets him through
his overheated thoughts.
His lack of inner feelings made him search
inside the lines of a dead woman’s breast.

He’s looking for wisdom in the fresh liver of a bull
and the mystical sounds of the fire
when he’s burning a tortured child.

In the bar with the three eyed dwarf
they have mixed the sorcerers leaves
he has seen the anointed feet of the wise one
screaming in his dreams,
he sat there naked in his own stone cold fluids
and in the eternal river before him
the corpses with their broken eyes
they are floating slowly beside the guilty one
for all the saints to see.

The voices of the library
whispered their judgements
and made him believe
he was the chosen one!
He created a world of slavery
a monetary world of addiction
using up the giving sources of the earth
to prove his philosophy
of eternal flesh and bones again,
he used the dancing people of the sun,
and made an ecstatic church
to catch their energy
and when he needed an essential part
to add to his body made of genetic gold,
no one is safe !
In his greed to survive
he called the eternal,
the evolution of modern life.
Our precious time is sold to him
very cheap some generations ago.

So when your driving
to his office tomorrow
know that he owns your blood, sweat and tears.

Every part of your material life
belongs to the company
and sometimes your soul
although you don’t know it yet
lost in his maze of prosperity
the illusion of his empty plastic light.
You are working much too hard
trying to get yourself into a future
you have learned so well
on his universities of lies.
(you had no time to experience the divine songs of silence)

And if you die in the process
he sells your skull and bones
for his cattle to expanse.

(When the peasants rule,
the gypsies are suffering
while they are dancing
in the warm beams of aurora )
Can’t you take a joke!
THE DUTCH ARE SPINELESS BASTERDS !!
rob2007-03-07




Will you take the high road
Will you take the long road
The fast train out of town
is going back home!
( “Free at Last” )


A POINT ON THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD

The tongue spoke
against the cloud
lightning in a mindless word
took care of the lazy one
that sat there smiling on the ground.

The book they wrote
brought some hearts together
with orange feathers and a lazy beat
the drinks were served as usual
on a rusty iron plate.

The bloodstains on her breast
dried up very quickly in the golden sun.

The snakebite in the summer wind
on his back in the long grass
he blended with the colours of the mountain
the open warmth of the rainbow flowers
came back into the world.

The walls couldn’t stand the high notes
of her silent breathing
when they made a circle on the Earth
he has made a point
on the middle of the road.

rob2007-02-06 in the midday sun

Car drove by
shiny blue
noise with a melody
dark cloud
on her back
eyes staring
in the light before her
a bird flew
a little bit too low
a white line
with little red dots.2007-02-06 *




My green eyed Angel

My green eyed Angel told me
a long time ago ,
you got to be awake
this is your promised land !

But today I can’t climb those old oak trees anymore ,
some strange men with calculators in their hearts
chopped them in little pieces ,
I can’t swim in my Holy rivers of love,
some trash from their laboratories made my skin turn green ,
and breathing the breath of the sweet One
made me cough up blood

Past the Soul Gate

The psychoanalysts who understands what I’m talking about
may kiss my divine ass for a long time!
and swallow the poison that made them so fucking rich.
This is for the orphans in Russia
and an African queen naked with her child
drinking cheap beer in the ditch of our globalization
the shit hole of our disbelieve
and of course also for the people that were addicted to
vodka, airplane paint with a touch of rosemary.

I’m lost between the girl with the green eyes
and that old time religion that may have made all things.
I’m so glad those green eyes appeared in my open heart
in the eternal wind the sun came through.
I’m so glad the moon still was shining
when I was banging on the table with my old thin cup!
I'm so glad I am living with eternal mystics
in the promised land.
so glad the learning started over and over again and again .

the dolfin,600 BC

*it is!

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