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