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
(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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