It was way back
My leave from home
I left some doors behind
Can't remember clearly

I remember a garden
Garden of dreams
Females sleeping in the fog
Nightcolored hair



Until the fat men were coming
In a red ride
To buy my home
Gold swinging from their *****
Scratching their bellies
Taciturn
Reading a contract
Until one of them rose
Producing a fountain pen

Clenching his left fist
The fist was a meatball
He signed the contract
Someone hold out his hand
The fat man ignored it
Placidly he put the pen away
Yawned and scratched his *****



A home was sold
Changed
Magnified
Passed on
Miscalculated
Lost
Forgotten

I burnt money
After escaping the valley
To scream at a fire
To scream at the flames

Down in the valley a few heard me
I was standing too far away
I heard the ones hearing me sighing
Clearly I heard them sighing

That was it
I screamed cause I wanted to listen
So I didn't hear anything
The fire was blazing fiercely

Flames were dancing up on me
I didn't sense the heat
I was taken in by my screaming
Screams occupied my spirit

Hmmh
Tired of screaming I fell asleep
In the valley mothers were singing
Orange lights glowing warmly

Chant whirred in the night
I slept deeply
The voices soaked into my body
That was good

The next morning I was cold
The fire had burnt to ashes
Wind carried the ash to the valley
The money was gone

I didn't want to scream anymore
I gave up screaming
A new day began in the valley
Mothers hauling children

Is this the tunnel among tunnels?
Long since I heard of a tunnel
Located in the stomach of tunnels
Reachable via the flat ocean

People only say good things about it
I should say: About this place
Although a tunnel leads to a place
Broken angels dwell in the tunnels

In times past they recovered here
Today they survive in the tunnels
In quest of wings they stayed
Baffled because of their new life

Life vanishes inside the tunnels
Out of it new life originates
Look I live in one of these tunnels
My wife is building a nest from pillows

Angels pass by every day
Their faces are full of wounds
Their clothing smells like stars
Gradually I feel at home

Located in the stomach of tunnels
Reachable via a black outer space
I will die here one day
Dying in the tunnel of eyes and light

I can fly
Over there a moment is being buried
In the wink of a newborn
The child is blind

I can fly
Over there people of stars are marching
Across the street of wings
The stars are burning

I can fly
Above the buried moment
Like an angel of love
Just for you

I can fly
Above the streets of stars
Like a dying nation
It belongs to you

I'm from the garish hideout
From the land of garish ghosts
First one of a love assassination
Last one on your friend's list
I build depth to rush
The speed of life is blight

Don't wanna figure it out
Cause my origin is 38
Nobody lives at the beach
I relax in the waves and the clouds

Reincarnation was promised to me
If I give my ******* love
For that I receive real peace
I build depth to rush

You came to stay
But I can't hear your language
Cause I lie in the bay of an eight
Life is a shell
I give you huge love
Yesterday I was ready for the bang
So lights ascended within me
To impregnate my words
By no means everyone is a friend
I don't have any enemies

Wave or cloud?

I am drawing the sign of a smile
Seclusion lies in your dimples
An export from the land of the wild kids

I am from the land of the wild kids
As a child I despised the world
I deceived and lied to grown-ups

That is my origin
I feared the day of my youth
So I ignored my growth
Locked myself in a hard shell
Buried the key behind my heart

So that nobody would spot me
That's how I ruled the land of the wild kids
When fighting my skin was ripped open
New skin was growing; I was grinning
I stored layers of my skin

I never let go of anything; I was growing claws
Then a new day came
The wild kids had grown up
Scattered in the winds of separation
A light was shining on my lips
This light was reminding me of something
So I awoke; decades had past

Now I see light on your face
I named you Eden
Cause you're a garden of calm

I am putting confidence in your hands
Take it between your fingertips
It's the confidence of solitary decades
I am from the land of solitude
A land behind the gaps of secrets
There I lay in a bed of fog
Folding my hands

I folded my hands in the bed of fog
A voice coming from the speaker
The voice implored me
A high and clear voice
This voice stood up against death

I folded my hands against dying
In a puddle of poisoned dreams
Leeches were swimming inside the puddle
Close to my fleshy lids

The voice was speaking clear words
In a good and strong language
This language described a light
The green and naked light of birth
Words dropping down as mother blood
Dripping inside my dying mouth

Certainly this made me laugh
I was laughing like life's first day
Such a thorough and naked laughter
Among the blood of clear words

That day I came into the world