Into the void

The screaming angel put her hand on the yellow triangle
the wild horses are crossing the river right now
seven days will pass by
beside our sorrow
feel the fire deep inside
you can't wait for the dawn
you have to be in it !

I was there

in the wind
of the love
so much rain
when you can't be sure
of anything.

Rubbish

Around the corner she saw a green land
in a mystical breeze she got lost,
throwing the same old carts on the table.

The future stood in the way of the moment
lost in the dance of the fool,
she could forget the dancer
the notes are strong.

Is there an angel left in light?

There is no need to be alone

Yes Yes Yes

Yesterday I found that crystal again
it was down to the bone,
made it clear enough to stay a while
in this wordless moment.
They said it is impossible
what do they know ?
My structure must be clean enough
to experience so much Love.

Eye can see ! through it.

Still I'm glad

Do not believe the chains, dance on!
Shame on your greed,
your dreams are nothing to me when I’m creating your universe every bleeding day. Did you see my wonderful rainbow shirt become a rag ?
The dust on my beaten mind and body is going back to the naked wilderness.

The unexplainable key fits in the healing rain,
the salt of this blue earth felt so many rounds
in your chemical maze of discontent.
The control freaks playing with their electronic foolish devices
the laziness got out of hand,
they are burning piles of dollars in a bed full of slaves
took of the skin of the prophets and left them in the burning sun.
The goddess was raped and cut in pieces in the screaming acid rain,
this world a dessert again used and abused.

Still I’m so glad I’m in love with a purple butterfly
flying above the wind between light and dark
come and visit me sometimes
when I’m listening to the yellow flowers in the park.

They made a sword to conquer the silver moon
and some other cosmic rocks in the illusionary space
an iron horse full of destroying flames is running much too fast
on his back a lost king and his blond plastic playboy bunny
searching for some misplaced attention in the void of love.

The robots and the greedy angels
are cold and in their ignorance
they are doing their monetary trickery
selling the same things in different shapes
to their mass of walking dead every other week
to keep their silly little shops profitable the next stressful day
leaving a pile of garbage for their children behind to die in
before they could grow strong in wisdom again,
a black virus invaded their beautiful lives,
you could call it a family affair.

Still I’m so glad I’m in love with a purple butterfly
flying above the wind between light and dark
come and visit me sometimes
when I’m listening to the yellow flowers in the park.

The people are lost in a big sleep addicted on little blue pills
thinking they are going somewhere lost in simple circles behind the bricks
flying around the world,
dark clouds behind them
on the road to the next modern whim
looking for a clue
but all they found were the dark clouds that made them fly so high.
They are dreaming of an ancient story in desperation and hope
and believe this is a planet full of tears,
and forgot the ecstatic saints deep inside,
afraid of the mystical dead
they are pissing poison in the joyful rivers of the One.

Right in front of their closed eyes the paradise is burning
waiting for you to come back home,
we better shine very quickly now
and grasp each other by the longing sacred heart.

Still I’m so glad I’m in love with a purple butterfly
flying above the wind
between light and dark
come and visit me sometimes
when I’m listening to the yellow flowers in the park.

rob2007-03-05

The Dark one is here

I sold my soul for just three dollars and a bottle of monastary beer
and became a dark light,
this world is mine now
together with his stone cold atmosphere
I will keep falling deeper than you ever could imagine
and build everything up to break it whenever I want
just to get some satisfaction,
I unlocked the doors of the asylum
it's gonna be wilder over here,
the killers are everywhere now
walking to my sorcerers drum,
no child will be safe for a long time.

Final message

There is a Hellhound on my trail
a world on fire
the deaf dumb and blind
making preparations for a holiday
a drunken beach is waiting
some go to neglected temples
to dwell in their minds
and come back with empty illusions.

The God and the Goddess
are solid in my heart full of tears
the great learning has to be done inside
your own source is waiting.
My voice is lost in this dessert full of electronic devices,
I have devotional prays in my heart like a virgin child
naked in your face
but the warlords are too loud every truth got lost
in the mirror machine.
WHY ? this is a devious moment in the eternal,
Earth reduced to only material
the clever ones are no longer devoted,
and the wise have no more things to say !
rob2007
hope your satisfied the saints are broken
while I was cleaning Windows

Sweet sun gazing through your Windows

Crystal ball through the grapevine

Conform the song
in her open hands

A transformation beside the blues tree
in restless steps
the bird asks in casual dream
to understand some of it
the brilliant thought
deeper than the bright earth
the fire
will ease
the passion in the mystical contact
is untouchable
for the roaming God
chained to its impertinence of the will
the free can’t suppress the joy
and is extremely aware
of the intense pain
in desire.

Some of them

Some of them
took a short road
holding hands with the mother
waterfall dreams from fairytale blues
the beat of ancient drums
solid in their open mind.
Some of them
never lost it
they are still living there
eternal present
with orange feathers in their hair
multiple perspectives in their philosophy of love.
Some of them
are that
in every period of time
a permanent stream of awareness
a mirror for this universe.
Some of them
have no borders
only the silence can comprehend
the dept of their infinite being.
Some of them
are gone
in the wild wind
making love constantly
even when they felt the pain.

the dolphin 2007-10-15

fruitful dawning

Made it through the mad constuction,
with faithful precision
it's a precious thing
to feel this bliss !

too much soldiers on the kings road

too much soldiers on the kings road

I want to hold you there, but you just don’t care
near the wind you touched my mind you were so fair
a cruel twist had chained you to the oppressors door
and I had to for-get your heart but the world shone no more
the fruitful garden lost in noise and the stones too hard to bare

too much soldiers on the kings road
no more room for the angel whispers
too much things stood in the way
of the dawn of our love

I want to hold you there, but you just couldn’t do it
near the river you touched my soul with your green eyes from the river
but the chains had broke you down a long time be-fore you could de-liver

nobody could re-member the way we used to be
nobody could re-member the way we used to be

too much soldiers on the queens road
no more room for the angel whispers
too much things stood in our way
of the dawn of our charms

I want to hold you here try to break away now
in the sun of the wild there are no rules inside
don’t be a slave nobody can hold you. we are part of the light
a change to the ancient ways of our deeper dreams of trying

too much soldiers on the peoples road
no more room for you and me
too much longing stood in the way
of the dawn of the love

no-body could re-member the way we used to be
nobody could re-member the way we used to be one

omnipotent goddess

One..... love.......

Did you see it ?

I thought I saw something.