Double Dutch

'Abracadabra'
academic accelaration
deep in the feelings
dangling around
the tree of dreams.

Never thought about the machine

Wild child behind the scene.

The dream is natural enough to keep on walking.

Earth is waiting to embrace the respectful.

Laughing in the mystic wings of the dream triangle

Transmission in light
through close fingers
dream triangle
in yellow streams.

Laughing in mystic wings
a fade out in round measures,
counterrevolution
in the awareness
of the mountain top
slowly scratched his back
walking towards the moment.

Reality a rarity
in the blue breeze
of the heart.

Peace in the temple
the pipes are glowing
in ancient notes.

There has been a flood
in luxurious lies.

The formulation
of the wise,
is roaming
deep inside the dept
of every word
in elevating silence.

Electroshock dreams in the bitter forest

Don't break my dreams

in simple deals,

I know that you are not ready yet.

For joy.

An Invitation to get your both feet back on the ground

The Mirrormachine connection

Wireless analysis

It Is

pointing at you

and nearer than you

expected.

System check in the mirrormachine

You are so beautiful
with your soft wild words
the whispers from the flame

so powerful
with your craving purple breath
calling in the breeze
howling fragile

in the wires
of the mirror dream
with the blue parade
through the dancing of the sun
playing with the mindless beat
in a silent song.

Idealism in political science

Idealism in political science

The will to create a perfect world
of personal desire and design,
fighting for the future dream
can end up on top of the world
leaving twenty-five million
slaughtered bodies behind.

Desolation through bitter voices
in the wind.
In despair I heard the Mother calling
the memories are vivid
in the utopian paradise,
extreme democracy
the words came from a deeper process
analyse the words
the earth is for the people to share
the holy communion,
you are that,
the difference between
the head and the heart,
crazy little thing called Love.

Democratic capitalism
the freedom to choose
with dry eyes to get incredible rich
in mass production
and keep slaves and give them numbers
and a bank account.

A spoonful cosmic dust
for the parrots lost in fever
with a monkey on their back
longing for something
outside the experience of love
you can bring a horse to the water
but you can’t make it drink.

The word is not the thing
thingelingelingeling .

There is a witch hunt in electric clouds

I hold you
with twelve arms
in the emptiness
the infinity of realization.

I hold you in the light
playing with fire, the living water,
the earth, the sky
the fusion of the elements.

I hold you in my breath
life comes in
and moans to the dead.

I let go
faithfully
experiencing the Lover
deep inside
without
any boundaries.

I'm holding on
helpless
only the Lover
knows the ocean,
the drop can just
stutter and stumble.

A hand full of coins

What was the deal?

From a hand full of dirt
into a global fire,
blazing our good intention away.

Disco mystic

“Don’t you know it’s making me crazy
living in still water,”
I know it’s magic being inside
the surprising waves of the infinite ocean,
Sir Reed is singing disco mystic
probably a side effect of the chemical labyrinth,
strange kicks got lost in electronic clouds.
Don’t confuse yourself,
he made my perfect day
just wanna boogie with you
with you everything is elastic.

Candy talk in the gorilla mist,
you lifted me up
and slowed me down,
threw me in the dark night of light
my body heat twisted in the grease
of the kings highway,
lost on the stairway to heaven
ecstatic in stereo desire
a beat box on fire,
the drinks are served as usual,
in the misty atmosphere
I’m gone
“let me in baby so I can feed you
all over again”
so you can bite me
with your white feathers.

A party without wisdom
is just bubblegum.

Paradoxical perception beyond the garden

Devotional walk
with a bucket full of worms.

The green fields
beside the turning wheel.

White noise
through the inner ear.

Both feet
moving in the ocean.

A purple fire ball
bouncing on the ground.

Soft tongue
is going around the corner.

The mind
makes up a tale
to come back to the silent song.

Freedom to be Love
in the moment.

Be!

Will it always be an unfinished symphony?

Looking for a glimpse of light
in the mirror machine.

Hunting my inner demons
to persuade them
to come back to the heart,
my rusty voice
is screaming like familiar dust
inside the lions horn
to let some anxious walls crumble,
my mystical silence
wide as the breeze, too complex
to put in lasting words,
a fashionable sentence that will remain.

The whispers are humming loud
in the wonderful paradox
like my sweet honey bee chanting freely,
the Mothers Garden
is still proud.

The forest is blooming
inside an industrial confusion
an electronic bio chemical maze
wanders through my open space,
I’m trying to take the crossroads
of illusion,
with a fragile tender intention
of bright twisted love,
a perception from underneath
the illumination of the deep above.

Who wants me to believe
that they got the right to ask me to pay
so much rent,
every third week of the month,
chained to a social security number
tattooed in our saluting minds
the purpose,
a victims system
just to bring you on our knees
for the next generation
of corporate men lost in corruption.

I paid my dues and shared the seed,
how about you?


You still can’t buy Love,
(the last value standing straight)

Throwing a purple tomato
though the angel voice of all that jazz,
it will stick against my cleaning window
after I showed my open wounds
in the light of the candle
still burning at both ends
maybe I’m bleeding
much too soon
trying hard not to bend
light attracts dark.

I’m on my knees
preparing a feast
to share
exclusive bread
and sparkling wine,
the wizards made the humble pie
and in simple songs we meet again
like common ones of cosmic measures,
no time for preaching now
you have to go a little deeper,
just be honest about your feelings
and response to the joyful noise
of the drums
the uncountable manifestations of the wise,
in true experience
nobody comes out of here alive,
here and now a possibility in mortal clay
so think about the golden children
and move towards the eternal playing.

You can’t manipulate a universal dance
by selling out a silly brand,
but you can infect your grandchildren’s lungs
if you keep on spitting burning fuel
on the holy motherland.

(“No bomb that ever burst
shatters the crystal spirit,”)
Deep inside

rob became one with the dolphin and the mirrormachine
the instrument is remembering the timeless scale
of the infinite, it really never was divided
from a certain perspective, it is one love 2008-01-13

Paranoid voices in a foggy night

Paranoid voices in the wind

I told you before
I’m bold enough
to turn the other cheek
but before you get lost
in another dark cloud
of manipulation
to show the strength
of the global scam we’re all mixed up in
and before you start your preparation
to make an end to a bright voice
I will leave you with the choice
to be reborn again and again
if I have to
from underneath my marble stone
my solid grave of immortality
although this body is bound to get lost
in gravity
the earth is drawing
my mortal feelings away
to be a silent song of response
back to the solid ground
natural elements lost in illusive boundaries.

Boogie nights from the mountain and the dust.

You sword was new and electronic
a perfect duplicate
the same old story we heard it all before,
we have no shields for so much sadness
powered by so many destructive wills
only awareness and intention
to point out our naked playing
in the open fields of beatitude,
paradise is always here and now
beyond time and space
there must be somebody
very ignorant
and really don’t experience infinity
waiting for the bill of light.

Electric mud pounding in the wires
of the mindless ocean, making waves.
The dark earth tearing my soul open
the ecstatic body,
the warm smell of salty rain
the bonfire in the faithful cave
the butterfly movement erects in the dept
of the living water,
the circle is blooming
in the eternal garden of Love.

Do you still want to fly
with greasy wings,
time to get lifted in the lucid sky,
cosmic One.
rob & the mirrormachine in the waiting game
smoking in the living rain

You blew up an essential part of the heart

Analyse this

Are you experienced ?
I don’t think so !
Every hundred year
you could count
the experienced Ones
on one lonely open hand.

Food for the moon
when you go in vicious circles
down to the bone,
I took a bite of the sun storm,
while you were playing
with your advanced wasteful toys
only to find yourself
and some pictures of the rainbow measures
in the stars.

STOP……..
…………...
in the name of Love
the rose garden of the heart,
come back home
KEEP YOUR FEET, ON HOLY GROUND, major Tom !
( Sun machine is coming down
in the Mirror Machine)

The threat

Oh Father Mother God
prepare my enemies
to be loved by me.

a carefully placed micro wave

Confusion inversion in blue.

Kept a pearl in the nerve

"Day after day alone on the hill

the man with the perfect grin is

keeping perfectly still."

Distortion in the Garden,

desirable overload from imperial organizers

greed trying to grap his own tail.

The knot is longing for a certain kind of energy level

in the greasy promised land.

Little steps part one

See it turn around and around,

reflections in the cosmic mirror

a marvelous silence deep inside

creates a joyfull crazy mystic sound.

A lot of pointless words!

Windows is the garden

Born again and again,

infinite measures in blue,

my cup is empty ready to be filled

the eternal shines through in a mystic wind

the flames got deeper today.

Astral weeks in a full circle

Watch out
the circus could come!
When a pearl became an egg.

Everybody must get stoned

You don't need anything
to get high,
before you pick up the stone
and your perfect judgement
from the dust of somebody else
you better be One
and feel the pain
before it starts to hunt you too long
in the healing game.
Is it wise to throw stones in the mirror machine?
The rosegarden has no borderline,
the drop is infinite like the ocean.
The blue note of silence is buzzing in the air
did you thought about the cosmic pair?
Do you need a number?
not two.

And it stoned me

Tearing out my eyes
breathing on your shoulder
after a blowout
diversity in stones
a rusty knife in the back of an angel
betrayal of life.
Are you surprised when I settle the score?
Crying on the burial mound
with the grail in my bleeding hands.
The weight of your gold became too heavy
to make another step.
I was called naked in the rain.

Throwing stones in the ocean of awareness

Are you experienced

do you understand the bliss,

do you know the One called Love?

Like a rolling stone

Time, it's on our side
O Yes It Is.