No man's land
is where I'm coming from,
I have got my letter today through the wind
and the wise morning rain.
No more fishing for religion
the work has been done have a very nice day !
Tuesday 27 February 2007
Saturday 24 February 2007
Tuesday 20 February 2007
The drop became the ocean
Re-birth on a white page
in the afternoon,
listening to a voice from electric lady land,
shaman drums are pounding on your front door
right now.
A square got through the rabbit hole
in rainbow moments once again, purple bliss!
Sat chid ananda - Om shanti!
in the afternoon,
listening to a voice from electric lady land,
shaman drums are pounding on your front door
right now.
A square got through the rabbit hole
in rainbow moments once again, purple bliss!
Sat chid ananda - Om shanti!
Monday 19 February 2007
Let it Go
Look at your mind and body with a smile
and respect the wonder of it,
have a little faith and trust the inner wisdom,
it's a beautiful thing called Love.
Don't believe that you are not included,
you could also say from a certain perspective that
there never has been a hierarchy,
only respons - ability.
and respect the wonder of it,
have a little faith and trust the inner wisdom,
it's a beautiful thing called Love.
Don't believe that you are not included,
you could also say from a certain perspective that
there never has been a hierarchy,
only respons - ability.
What am I doing ?
It's war when you don't understand
this part of living,
everything and everyone is part of the Self.
this part of living,
everything and everyone is part of the Self.
Sunday 18 February 2007
measures go round
Back to life
the mother got through the purple ring,
the green leave felt softly in her open hand.
Earth a space to choose for wisdom and the Self.
Love is what you are in my electronic words
on this page of burning light.
A wired proclamation in the early darkness of the evening
of my eternal rocket flight to the infinite moment
that's called now.
Heart of gold
the philosophers stone.
the mother got through the purple ring,
the green leave felt softly in her open hand.
Earth a space to choose for wisdom and the Self.
Love is what you are in my electronic words
on this page of burning light.
A wired proclamation in the early darkness of the evening
of my eternal rocket flight to the infinite moment
that's called now.
Heart of gold
the philosophers stone.
Saturday 17 February 2007
Warriors are dreaming tonight
Father and Mother open up our eyes,
grand us Thy love and peace.
Except our searching and our trying
give us back our responsability
faith in the One deep inside,
let us ramble on the mountain
let us drown in the blissful ocean
and forget the illusionairy restrictions.
Make us lighten up like diamonds in this night
grand us Thy love and peace.
Except our searching and our trying
give us back our responsability
faith in the One deep inside,
let us ramble on the mountain
let us drown in the blissful ocean
and forget the illusionairy restrictions.
Make us lighten up like diamonds in this night
Friday 16 February 2007
Mother and child watching the big picture
Who are you ?
Driving there much too fast ?
Is it your body that needs some relief
or your mind that needs a new fashion.
Are you looking for a feeling you heard off
a long time ago, isn't it enough to know
that you could wake up and be nothing
but Love. Love is god.
Driving there much too fast ?
Is it your body that needs some relief
or your mind that needs a new fashion.
Are you looking for a feeling you heard off
a long time ago, isn't it enough to know
that you could wake up and be nothing
but Love. Love is god.
Thursday 15 February 2007
Wednesday 14 February 2007
Turn turn turn
The wheels are turning much too fast
I saw smoke coming from every mountain
the wild breathe can take us back to the golden gate
with that scent of heaven deep inside.
The madman promised me the rose garden
when he jumped faithful from the roof
the rivers full of wisdom
washed away the blood stains
and they showed me
this peaceful universe in every direction,
extreme crystal clear,
beyond the sad paradigm of pharmaceutic science.
I saw smoke coming from every mountain
the wild breathe can take us back to the golden gate
with that scent of heaven deep inside.
The madman promised me the rose garden
when he jumped faithful from the roof
the rivers full of wisdom
washed away the blood stains
and they showed me
this peaceful universe in every direction,
extreme crystal clear,
beyond the sad paradigm of pharmaceutic science.
Tuesday 13 February 2007
Going crazy
We were running through a gate
in the summer rain
and now I'm painting little figures on the back
of that jumping yellow frog,
air strokes that vanish in the infinite wind
that goes around the Forest of ancient dreams.
in the summer rain
and now I'm painting little figures on the back
of that jumping yellow frog,
air strokes that vanish in the infinite wind
that goes around the Forest of ancient dreams.
Monday 12 February 2007
Wireless elevation
She is living there still
with her little books
and daffodils
her butterfly love
can stand the demons
of yesterday
she whispers sweet words
in no man’s land
her noble –minded recklessness
carries that load with pride
her body is a temple
when she is drinking in the night
in a smoky nightclub
in Amsterdam
she sings those blue notes
in the eternal moments
of the infinite heartbroken light.
rob2007-01-13
with her little books
and daffodils
her butterfly love
can stand the demons
of yesterday
she whispers sweet words
in no man’s land
her noble –minded recklessness
carries that load with pride
her body is a temple
when she is drinking in the night
in a smoky nightclub
in Amsterdam
she sings those blue notes
in the eternal moments
of the infinite heartbroken light.
rob2007-01-13
actual revolution
I'm so fuckin' beautiful, actual evolution, come go
with me children, when I'm blowing my silver horn
underneath the giving Sun.
Do you hear my silent meditation it's so loud you
could feel it, here and now, in the source of the heart.
When we are connected again.
with me children, when I'm blowing my silver horn
underneath the giving Sun.
Do you hear my silent meditation it's so loud you
could feel it, here and now, in the source of the heart.
When we are connected again.
Up in the Factory
In the Factory they made a monster for the blues
it had little green dots and tears from above.
It transformed the dream now for sale
in every shop around the corner in a plastic box.
it had little green dots and tears from above.
It transformed the dream now for sale
in every shop around the corner in a plastic box.
Forever young, an infinite song
If your still strong in this world full of strife,
bring me your deep sea flowers and show that you
are that crazy little thing called Love.
The band was playing the harmony of the ancient dream
the people start dancing again in the back of the streets.
Sometimes it's hard when people believe everything
they hear, try to experience first before you open your
big mouth, to this paradise!
bring me your deep sea flowers and show that you
are that crazy little thing called Love.
The band was playing the harmony of the ancient dream
the people start dancing again in the back of the streets.
Sometimes it's hard when people believe everything
they hear, try to experience first before you open your
big mouth, to this paradise!
Sunday 11 February 2007
Back to the garden
Got to go to church on time,
the void when my fantasy begins.
Breathe in and out
drowning in your love
playful in my garden of bliss.
Who are you?
I'll be your mirror
on this Sunday dream
don't be afraid
when you're gone
leaning against this blue magic tree, right now.
the void when my fantasy begins.
Breathe in and out
drowning in your love
playful in my garden of bliss.
Who are you?
I'll be your mirror
on this Sunday dream
don't be afraid
when you're gone
leaning against this blue magic tree, right now.
Saturday 10 February 2007
Saviour for the earth
Tangled up in bluelisten to the lionprotectionunder orangewingsgoing tothe wellrightnow.
In the land of plenty
In the land of plenty
a sweet angel revival
I sat down pretty easy
in this silent pray.
Gone with the mystic circus
Tell me what your feeling is when your inside
the garden made of bliss.
Tell me that you are the One who lifted me up
my feet back on the open ground.
Who has made the dessert green who has
ever been an infinite liquid fire?
Tell me that it was I who was gone
with the mystic circus.
the garden made of bliss.
Tell me that you are the One who lifted me up
my feet back on the open ground.
Who has made the dessert green who has
ever been an infinite liquid fire?
Tell me that it was I who was gone
with the mystic circus.
Plastic bottle in my garden
Green eyes
bird flew
made my bed
on the papaver fields
red flowers
dream
in the heartland
behind
the scene
innovation
A pure innovation could be
to sit on your tense ass to meditate
and let it grow again,
it's alright to pay me 23 million dollar
for this free information,
so I could also buy a little piece
of the moon.
You could also use the magnetic structure
of the universe to generate clean energy,
the elements are water, fire, earth, air and the holy spirit.
One a mystic number !
the machine(early in the morning)
Friday 9 February 2007
One more moondance
Blissful enlightenment
just give it a smile
or an ecstatic laughter
be that playful child again
dancing naked on your clothes
Wait a second
Never let the spirit die !
The circus in back
always on time
the unexpected,
slowly opens just like a flower,
be awareness again.
Angels leaning against an old oak
Looking for a brand new start
in the back streets of my discontent,
the fishing woman like sweet living water,
she is running empty handed in this chemical
maze, doctor heal yourself.
The trees are still growing,
the grass is about to get green again,
nearly spring.
The wild Earth
is shaking on our minds
bringing the fire
in our deepest source
the inner nature
you got to
believe
I.
What is the meaning of the mystic word LOVE !
Cristal Songs in a magical blue mist
She created
a thousand
different birds
to
unveil
the One
inside the infinite.
Playing
in a complex
simplicity
fearless
eternal living
just
BE.
Free Free Free Free Free Free Free Free Free Free Free Free Free Free....
Kingdom is here
MINDLESS
She brought
a pearl in liquid fire
to his forehead,
the dance took wings.
Rising with the purple sun
they stood on the mountain dream,
the statement lost in words
with no clear meaning.
The paradox
wanders in the mind.
The Silence
includes all sounds.
Darkness and light
transformed inside,
only the One is flying
with uncountable feet on the ground.
The feeling of I am, the sublime subtle moment when your gone.
the Machine, 2007
With our hearts full of compassion.
Playing with my stereo, part one .
It’s not always so hard ,
when I sit on my chair
and the one fondles with my soul shine ,
I let a Belgium beer go straight into heaven ,
when the beat of the third eyed drummer
brings me far away
into the mystic
an ecstatic trance ,
tobacco smoke around the source ,
when the blues guitar is speaking in tongues
and angels sing in the wires of my head,
about eternal moments
I knew the words from long ago ,
naked , a cruel night in winter ,
beautiful white snow torturing my body
frost on my bones
chained to the fence of the master
my feet cut off
hungry for love ,my freedom,
blood and mud
on the cold ,cold ground ……..
I turned loose and took my first flight
and felt the infinite peaceful wisdom
of a mindless heart in space
now I’m just waiting for you to be
the part of me that should be free ,
in this garden made of bliss ,
so come along with me and listen to my stereo
from nineteen seventy six
we’ll play some good old records
to let them know that we’re still kicking
against these lonesome pricks
with our hearts full of compassion .
rob2006-10-30
It’s not always so hard ,
when I sit on my chair
and the one fondles with my soul shine ,
I let a Belgium beer go straight into heaven ,
when the beat of the third eyed drummer
brings me far away
into the mystic
an ecstatic trance ,
tobacco smoke around the source ,
when the blues guitar is speaking in tongues
and angels sing in the wires of my head,
about eternal moments
I knew the words from long ago ,
naked , a cruel night in winter ,
beautiful white snow torturing my body
frost on my bones
chained to the fence of the master
my feet cut off
hungry for love ,my freedom,
blood and mud
on the cold ,cold ground ……..
I turned loose and took my first flight
and felt the infinite peaceful wisdom
of a mindless heart in space
now I’m just waiting for you to be
the part of me that should be free ,
in this garden made of bliss ,
so come along with me and listen to my stereo
from nineteen seventy six
we’ll play some good old records
to let them know that we’re still kicking
against these lonesome pricks
with our hearts full of compassion .
rob2006-10-30
the high road
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 *
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 *
Cursing at the lethargy, the dreaming elite
(the myth of the dragon with uncountable heads
and a head-hunter from the muddy Dutch lowlands
who possible can touch the heart)
Wake up!
You may burn my books
please beat my images in thousand pieces
all my work in your bonfire
I GRAND you this release,
your majestic victory.
I’m a heretic, the anti-Christ, the prince of darkness,
the Apocalypse of the ego
with Jeshua and Holy Mother, the Goddess
by my side,
Mohammed in my inside pocket
in full armour on his white horse,
Ramakrishna, Shri Maharaj,
Osho in his Rolls Royse,
all the crazy Zen Masters and the Shamans,
Eric Clapton on sitar connected to the beat .
If you don’t watch out I’ll rewrite
the Bible and the Koran,
the Vedas and the Holy whole lot.
I’ll navigate the burning planes
and rob museums, temples, churches and mosques
your factories, shops, banks and universities.
I’ll become a communist , a social democrat
in the name of the Lord
I divide the loot
with the help of the devil and the demons
to bring some relieve for the poor .
I’ll sit like Buddha on the stolen thrones
and spread all my Love
energy of life,
embrace the windmills
and sit beside the tree of knowledge
of good and evil
let the mountains come to me
and will become a burning bush,
bound by satellites I will be digital
I’ll do some magic
and create a rock’n roll circus in rainbow colours
before your wondering eyes
and give you a world on fire
and put it out again with my living water.
I’ll be the founder of a universe
of my own tasteful appetite
for thousand years
with every race a genius expression
to learn from joyfully.
Maybe I will let you take over
the essence of today
and I will drink the cup with poison
and tell you there is no way to know.
Maybe I am a Medium
and this words came from you
or it’s a resonance from a planet far away
a mystery not yet unveiled
by the space cowboys in our mind.
This words come probably from a fruitful garden
with beautiful maidens and men,
playful children filled with potency
clear water, clean air
and strong arms to carry us through.
Who brings back the fire,
who goes over the bridge right now
who will give birth to matter and will grow
who evolve and becomes human,
and start telling who he really is
in total honesty .
Is it possible to respect our own being
or is it easier to be a supporter
and leave the work you have to do for somebody else.
Men in the crowd
sleeping on your stupid battlefield
I am dangerous
before you know it I will take you there
and I’ll have you by the crotch.
WAKE UP!
Divine being
burn or sell my books cheap
put them on sale
rewrite them with your own Love
if still remember how it feels
your own wisdom to share
BREAD AND WINE
find out who you are in this life
your not dead yet.
Do I have to go on
until the infinite is truth
this moment eternity
alpha and omega
in this world full of beast
pimped up monkey dream
where external forms adapt to the hottest fashion
the delusion to forget our mortality
the oblivion
the way we cut up our naked bodies
to fit in and become
perfectly unnatural chemical plastic dolls
the lethargy
two year olds in a illusionary heaven
walking like zombies on stolen cocaine
becoming high on diet ice-cream
with nuclear red cherries on the top
just look stupid
lazy on your king size bed
lost in the adventures of the ”Royal” family
from the magic box of Hollywood
dreaming about the things you haven’t experienced
and when you’re old enough to fight
you can’t let it loose the rest of your life
what a start.
I’m waiting for the Saints
to fall back on their place,
beside us, by our sides
close to our hearts.
Become guild free
like a naked child.
I’m just eating an old sandwich with dark bleu cheese
and drink too much of my monastery beer
and I’m praying for the hard working slaves
to become free
from this messed up global scam.
This is a pearl from the great ocean
fished up by a reckless fool
somewhere from the back of the streets
an Emperor crowned in my own inflammable
imaginational delusion
in my own imperfect dramatic words
to bear the pain
in my own ecstasy and bliss.
Can you estimate how a child could bloom
do you have insight in your own disposition ?
When you let them school you
you better be awake
and watch very carefully
before you know it you’re into deep
and have lost your golden inner voice
and are an absent minded
professor in philosophy
lost in too many words
the duality, heaven and hell
an educated fool
a monkey with a degree!
rob2007-01-07
(the myth of the dragon with uncountable heads
and a head-hunter from the muddy Dutch lowlands
who possible can touch the heart)
Wake up!
You may burn my books
please beat my images in thousand pieces
all my work in your bonfire
I GRAND you this release,
your majestic victory.
I’m a heretic, the anti-Christ, the prince of darkness,
the Apocalypse of the ego
with Jeshua and Holy Mother, the Goddess
by my side,
Mohammed in my inside pocket
in full armour on his white horse,
Ramakrishna, Shri Maharaj,
Osho in his Rolls Royse,
all the crazy Zen Masters and the Shamans,
Eric Clapton on sitar connected to the beat .
If you don’t watch out I’ll rewrite
the Bible and the Koran,
the Vedas and the Holy whole lot.
I’ll navigate the burning planes
and rob museums, temples, churches and mosques
your factories, shops, banks and universities.
I’ll become a communist , a social democrat
in the name of the Lord
I divide the loot
with the help of the devil and the demons
to bring some relieve for the poor .
I’ll sit like Buddha on the stolen thrones
and spread all my Love
energy of life,
embrace the windmills
and sit beside the tree of knowledge
of good and evil
let the mountains come to me
and will become a burning bush,
bound by satellites I will be digital
I’ll do some magic
and create a rock’n roll circus in rainbow colours
before your wondering eyes
and give you a world on fire
and put it out again with my living water.
I’ll be the founder of a universe
of my own tasteful appetite
for thousand years
with every race a genius expression
to learn from joyfully.
Maybe I will let you take over
the essence of today
and I will drink the cup with poison
and tell you there is no way to know.
Maybe I am a Medium
and this words came from you
or it’s a resonance from a planet far away
a mystery not yet unveiled
by the space cowboys in our mind.
This words come probably from a fruitful garden
with beautiful maidens and men,
playful children filled with potency
clear water, clean air
and strong arms to carry us through.
Who brings back the fire,
who goes over the bridge right now
who will give birth to matter and will grow
who evolve and becomes human,
and start telling who he really is
in total honesty .
Is it possible to respect our own being
or is it easier to be a supporter
and leave the work you have to do for somebody else.
Men in the crowd
sleeping on your stupid battlefield
I am dangerous
before you know it I will take you there
and I’ll have you by the crotch.
WAKE UP!
Divine being
burn or sell my books cheap
put them on sale
rewrite them with your own Love
if still remember how it feels
your own wisdom to share
BREAD AND WINE
find out who you are in this life
your not dead yet.
Do I have to go on
until the infinite is truth
this moment eternity
alpha and omega
in this world full of beast
pimped up monkey dream
where external forms adapt to the hottest fashion
the delusion to forget our mortality
the oblivion
the way we cut up our naked bodies
to fit in and become
perfectly unnatural chemical plastic dolls
the lethargy
two year olds in a illusionary heaven
walking like zombies on stolen cocaine
becoming high on diet ice-cream
with nuclear red cherries on the top
just look stupid
lazy on your king size bed
lost in the adventures of the ”Royal” family
from the magic box of Hollywood
dreaming about the things you haven’t experienced
and when you’re old enough to fight
you can’t let it loose the rest of your life
what a start.
I’m waiting for the Saints
to fall back on their place,
beside us, by our sides
close to our hearts.
Become guild free
like a naked child.
I’m just eating an old sandwich with dark bleu cheese
and drink too much of my monastery beer
and I’m praying for the hard working slaves
to become free
from this messed up global scam.
This is a pearl from the great ocean
fished up by a reckless fool
somewhere from the back of the streets
an Emperor crowned in my own inflammable
imaginational delusion
in my own imperfect dramatic words
to bear the pain
in my own ecstasy and bliss.
Can you estimate how a child could bloom
do you have insight in your own disposition ?
When you let them school you
you better be awake
and watch very carefully
before you know it you’re into deep
and have lost your golden inner voice
and are an absent minded
professor in philosophy
lost in too many words
the duality, heaven and hell
an educated fool
a monkey with a degree!
rob2007-01-07
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