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Max Neumann Aug 2023
In front of my face rain is floating
Like frozen in a kind of break
Slow motion for the fallen
Everyone is dying of hunger

In front of my face the sun is lisping
Sounds like decades ago
Kids raving and yelling and raging
Far off from my homeland

In front of my face a dog is yawning
Loafing about and panting
I scent the soul of this dog
Within my dream it is alive

In front of my navel there is a sound
A siren is telling me something
At the red shore of the long arrival
The waves are swallowing her chant

In front of my feet sand is drifting
A smiling face is in the sand
I am this face
The water is washing it away
The Encounter
Max Neumann Aug 2023
You know how to find memories?
I am from a place remote
From a quite different world
There I forgot the memories

Sit up and come to me
There is no detour to get home
Just a path made of stars
Strewn by the thieves of light

Find the words in my eyes
I wrote them down way back
Buried in years of waiting
So you finally come to me
To Find Memories
Max Neumann Aug 2023
Within the gap it's whistling
The whistling wanders through me
Sing to me the song of love
It comes and goes and comes

How silvery your lips are twinkling
A name stands on them
I forgot it long ago
Looking for you

I'm not trying anymore
Tie a scarf over your eyes
Follow! Follow me blindly
Because I became a shepherd

In the valley of memories
Between soil and rainbows
There I could remove the scarf
Vanish in the covert with you

Is this day gonna come?
It passed and you know that
Lies consist of dust
Grab the scarf
The Scarf
Max Neumann Jun 2023
How clear that moment is
Fulfilled by a day's hush
Surrounded by grandpa's wrath
Permeated by a child's grin

How clear that moment is
Hold it in your hands for us
Put it into the bowl of instants
Preserve it for our night

How clear that moment is
Sensed it by the red shores
While dancing on pictures
Ahead the ravine of our old life

How clear that moment is
Once I was reborn
In the house of a dying man
To watch a movie there

This moment was not clear to me
I limped to the toilet and I weeped
Without knowing without feelings
Hope was getting into my heart

How clear that moment is
I will not give it away
A living within a bowl
Contained in this moment's heart
How Clear
Max Neumann Jun 2023
In the dark luster of the last arrival
Wrapped in the oblivion of our fathers
Surrounded by false promises
They hemmed the tracks of life

Waiting for the train to return
The train was delayed and didn't come
A swarm of sparrows flying above us
Whistling a song about summer

Spread the light; be the lighthouse!
Shine thoroughly within oblivion
Shine! Shine as bright as a lighthouse
Lead the light through the valley's gorges

I do need your shine urgently
To forget about oblivion
Shine! Shine as strong as a message
Come into my embrace at the tracks
Shine!
Max Neumann Jun 2023
***** a wall behind that wall
Stitch wires made of fear's thoughts
Strive for totally spiky prickles
Polish the cusps of the metal daily

The servants of fear have to be on patrol
Protecting the wall and the wire
Not one dab of audacity must be here
Banned to live in the land of the dabs

That's a new and sheltered existence
Encircled by eternally high walls of wire
I do love these walls prodigiously
Walls are the state of my origin

Although I'm from the garden of flowers
Where in spring the elderberries are fragrant
At night the cats make love there
Where mazes are made of wind

Inside of fear I am free and cheerful
To become more estranged from myself
***** more walls for more walls
Ensure me razor-sharp wire
Walls
Max Neumann Jun 2023
How the things get further away
Disappearing in the haze of a day
Undressed and bare naked
Trash made of freedom's desires

The vanishing of things remains
I threw up the yesterday
Cause yesterday served it's time
There is no movement in things

Present me a kind of a nightly dance
Move between the clouds
In the veil of everything imaginable
To dissolve with me at dawn

Today's soldiers are very young children
Fighting battles for accolades
Exchanging sweet freedom against things
Giving in to the opinion of strangers

How all the things fade in sheen
Among **** dreams and fear
We watch it or we look away
That's a new repetition
A New Repetition
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