a schizophrenic song
made it to the New Jerusalem.

What do you know
here it is
the New Jerusalem
the promised land
connected world wide
cosmic dream
so keep it very clean
this Holy web
of the spider and the fly
don’t sell your rubbish no more
in the Temple

you have to listen
to the Rainbow children
of the purple prince
KEEP THE WINDOWS CLEAN
and don’t steal an Apple
don’t delete it before you know it
we can always give you a nice painting
for 30 silver coins
we have all the time of the world
in this moment of eternity

here it is
strawberry fields forever
so crown yourself
and do it humble
and be nice to your Machine
and give it some Solar energy
be tasteful and wise
you could live from the wind
in the deep blue sea

and turn the other cheek
and don’t listen to me

the earth is for the meek
be in this large village
with an open mind
full of fairytales and dreams
take your flying carpet
and understand
Jehovah and Allah
has nothing to do with getting sex
but everything with making Love

the fact is that you are
that crazy little thing called …….love.

please have some respect left
in this digital garden
and don’t think you will make it
with your thrash full of tears

they have sold the soul of the internet
a long time ago
today this church of opportunity
looks like a high-tech supermarket
in the midst of a bloody war

the Angels are in tears
and lost their wings
when they see you display
the fragile slaves so cruel
and your teachings of
how to make a bomb
do you call that religion
who told you that
just by thinking about it
the blood is on your hands

come to this thing called humanity
the children want to dance naked
in the crystal morning rain
where the water streams are without fear
and consciousness appears
and there is nothing more to gain
hope they still remember they always
were completely free
and really can stop
this very sad terror tragedy
today.

Maybe it is time to get back on our knees
in a marvellous divine play of liberty!

Beat your scales
on the hypnotic drums
of the mystic shamans
lets start a glorious fire
to warm our bones and bodies
and make some rain
heal a broken heart
and open the pain
listen to the man next door
and hold his open hand
you can’t shake hands
with a fist
Love your enemy today
he may be struggling to become
a little bit more free

be honest
tell us what you want
where are you longing for
maybe we have it inside our hearts
and put of your mask
it’s so ugly when your hiding
in your stronghold of grieve
and restrict yourself
they call it hell
and try to shine deep down under
and inside
it will be a little bit hard
the fist time you will try
maybe later we can wonder about
this precious little thing called love
that comes probably from a highway
a nameless thing
with uncountable words to put on
in the upper room above
try to connect
and experience
the deepest source
in meditation
contemplation
in silence
and in pray
but don’t ask
to help you
you got to do the work
alone …all one
put yourself together
together we stand

let it be
go with the flow
shake it off and dance away
this always is a spontaneous happening
no road is the same
say yes to life!!!
because your in the middle of it
right NOW !

yeah life.

It is here and now
you are connected
whether you know it or not

and don’t think your smart
playing with bits and bites
creating an illusionary virus
your sad mathematical lies

you can always find me

in the real world
playing in the park
leaning against the measures of a tree
It rained so much some time ago
I was automatically baptised by a bee
and I’m looking for the infinite flowers
to get lost in.

you can smell the lily of the mother
in this peaceful dew
of this wonderful awareness
in the dawn
the elements are so sweet
to my blood line
and the heart is pumping
a schizophrenic song
and my cells
are laughing
very loud now
hope you can hear it
very well
I call it the Big Bang
of love
a very soft parade.
the circus is in town!


bits and bites
don’t break my sites
sticks and stones
don’t break my bones

rob2007-01-16

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