SOME NEW SHIT THAT CAME THROUGH
MY DICTIONARY INSIDE,
THE WORD ISN"T THAT THING !!

In the circus juggling with numbers.

To keep me moving on,
I got to disappear
into the infinite void,
the mystical movement
goes through your dark vision
every moment that you thought about
your genius to start another revolution
an evolution in the untouchable always
you have to deal with light and dark.

The doom of your apocalyptical solutions
are so goddamned childish
compared to the Vision of the One.

Be human for once in your life
and know that you are love,
be a transformer of duality
the boundaries you have made are illusionary
and have nothing to do with me
the rightful king inside your misery,
I told you before
on several crossroads now
in other shapes and with different names
give me back my water world,
nothing here belongs to you
I’m made of solid heaven and earth,
elemental essence
capable to create a reborn universe
when nobody stands in their own way
a cosmic mystery play
to teach you how to behave
in your natural light of freedom.
Come back to the woods
be blissful drunk of faith in I
your heart is waiting here
in a dusty rabbit hole
for so long now,
your wings will probably not function for a while,
but they are still there,
you could practise them till you are ready again,
and maybe after a while
when you have learned how to be playful again
you can take full responsibility.
When you come back to your loving senses
we call you God again !1

rob and his mirror ball devise 2007-07-29
smile a while
and let go !This is a testimonial message
to clean Windows in this dusty atmosphere
of these days of wine and roses.
I took you to justice last night in a lucid dream
all the angels were pure inside the void,
you were forgotten
the Mother ship has landed
in the garden of delight
a long time before your awareness
was lost in the sad economical maze,
the scientific miscalculations of the willpower
the infant dream, the lollipop conspiracy
the power structure
of the sleepwalking beauties
and their anxious beasts inside.
(please don’t blame their ignorance,
these feelings are real, it’s not easy
to be addicted to the material mortal breeze)

Before this incarnation
I was part of a proud ice mountain
whispering chaotic wisdom to the green whale of eternity
remember who you are !

rob&his new dream machine2007-07-29 a little later in the game


Underground Love train whistle.

The underground Love train
is free for everything,
open to everyone
the straight power of here and Now
we can’t go anywhere else.

Hope we’ll understand it soon
there’s nothing to hide in honesty,
You can only bloom and get open.

When the snake bite gets you
your on the right track,
the steam is on your window
the light glows very fast,
chopping wood and carrying water,
the train whistle blows the mind away.

The underground Love train
gets you !
The underground Love train
wants you back !
The underground Love train
needs no heroes.

The mirror machine
stood in front of us
through time and space
the infinite eternal potential Now
creation, growth to care in respect and understanding
after winter comes spring, only to wonder with open eyes
the fire between us
sixteen coaches long
only the moment to comprehend
in experience.

The angels in the resonance
of the tone you made
today.

There stands the glass again
to help me stand the pain
of so much reality
the traces of blood
screaming through the sentences
in deep empty memories,
I must have been the first one
who turned water into wine.

The underground Love train
holds you now !
Before you are casting the first stone
through my mirror machine,
the light and dark parts
will turn my drunken heart into solid gold,
an ancient wine is getting straight into heaven, my friend.
The road to freedom
is getting through this world
in various forms
and the One is pointing to the battle,
the illusionary division in divinity.

The rose garden has thorns to respect
and you can’t think your way around them.
Is it possible to swim upstream
when you go with the flow ?
Be that underground Love train
it’s the law of nature
to know this paradise

Reality opens the heart
the source inside the infinity
with a unbelievable force
a force where you can’t put words upon
in this mortal dream !

rob& the mirror machine2007-07-28




Ohm Shanti Ohm shanti
sat chit ananda
prema prema prema
this moment is like a ship without
location-Rumi

AHA'L HAQ


IT REALLY IS A DIGITAL SHITHOLE
WHERE YOU LET US GET LOST
THE BUDDHAS GO BACK TO THE FORREST
TODAY !!it seems to me some people don't
understand some essential value's anymore
can you clean up your own shit
I'm gone, .....and always back!

What an awful nice day
so fine to think about twenty thousand
boys and girls from the ghetto
going to the slaughter
so nice to have this reality inside
it’s gonna be a hard job for mister president
to pray it all away,
in the mean time the shamans
getting dreams of a hand cut off
there must be a thief running loose somewhere
so glad we have a phone now in the shape of an apple
that can play my music
twenty four hours lost in a sirens song
there is a storm today
just go with the flow
it’s an awful nice day.
rob2007-01-11


LOVE LOVE LOVE
this is no joke but reality
WHATS GOING ON!

The Screaming Happiness
(a song of an official schizoid)

The best of my generation ,intuition infinite
Mouse movements ,wireless connection in our eyes.
Silver disk minds filled with humming Tibetan magic words ,
Dolphin oracles native American drum patrons around the eternal flame.
Travel reports from the underworld and the realms behind the Sun ,Tantra highlights ,
Gurgling mediums and ejaculating Masters screaming in their bliss ,smoking green Jamaican
Heavens ,African dreams in paper cups ,playing with Hollywood memories accompanied by
Fuzz guitars and hawking beat box.

Tattooed desires ,animalistic power in plastic battles a joystick the only expression ,
Exhausted genitals ,chemical brews for every emotion ,brand awareness ,
Full of enclosed certainties ,material sweat with rainbow colours ,
Refilled by fabric body fluid with the taste of strawberry fields.
Injected symmetry ,smooth retouched psychedelic worlds ,action figures on the altar
Of a MTV eternity with Indian ornaments ,paper stars ,scentless incense and flameless flames.

Catching dreams ,stipulated castles in the air ,staggering between traffic jams ,former lives and engineered cosmic expectations , making monetary structures ,struggling for power or just to make another day ,money calculated with Zen machines ,Taoist multi functional buildings of organic glass repaired by meditation and mathematic whispers ,mirror halls ,stairs to blue clouds ,pink vitamins and mineral empires where you can do business with champagne fever and yellow Russian slaves ,children’s heads roll raw and bloody beside silver plated design tables ,shots ring out in the darkness of the soul ,the latest version for sale on DVD.

The multi headed Gods perform in shiny commercials accompanied by golden gate angel choirs ,lost in the time of plenty of a few broken captains of industry that made mass production milk and honey for the family in front of a giant flat burning TV.
Buddha’s dancing on transcendent disco beats ,in painful misty colours the words came out the mountain flowers ,the trees began to holler ,the pope has a hard on reciting the greatest hits of Abba ,Gregorian samples on the one.
Flower power children in chains in the pimped up cellars of the presidents temple ,a black goddess holds them in mechanical temptation ,breathing cheap cocaine in a silicone paradise ,crawling snakes in energetic explosions ,alcoholic vapour in the flame of the holy heart.

Penetrating illusions ,computerised playgrounds ,desirable objects like nuclear craters in the over stimulated brainstem ,
The genetic manipulated saviour woke up the dead and walked from the sun to the moon ,
Virgin Mary naked in a glossy magazine raped by a media tycoon and his perverted management on ecstasy ,the pictures were taken by a creative mullah from Sudan .

The world news is read naked on the marketplace ,bullets bleed ,machine guns whisper loud the words up side down ,the books are crying in the night ,soldiers contemplate in dark tunnels about heavenly girls and boys after their enforced chosen dead.
Lasers searching in the wide open heaven ,analysed by scientist that have no knowledge about themselves ,
The internal conflict ,dissolves in the divine emptiness ,the stones roll in a slow blues ,
The heart in loving bliss sings ,I am ,I am………………rob may 2006



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