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Max Neumann Mar 2024
Hard times are expired
Fuel of blood for the wild ones
I won, saw and strolled along
In love with dashing

Mom told me about friendship
Not everyone is a friend
So I declared war on everyone
Bought courage and people
In love with dashing
Mmh

Maybach 12 door with them curtains
The world was made from guilt
So I wore a mask of blood
Pumping iron for 8
Cause a niche was lacking
Lingually didn't give a ****
The studio was in flames
64 and a beamer
For the mask of blood
Valley on the mountain top

In love with dashing
Hmmh
In love
In Love With Dashing
Max Neumann Feb 2024
Write a wish on on a balloon
Here's a pen; do you hear me?
The storm is raging through the room
Take the balloon and write on it
How long this storm is raging
I can't see you; sand is everywhere
The sand is burning on the skin
It's hot!

Do you hear me? Take a balloon
Write a wish on it
Where are you?
I hate shouting!
You're close to me; I feel it
The balloons are in the garden
Remaining from yesterday
When was yesterday?
Do you hear me? I feel your closeness
Long since I felt something

The sand is raging through the room
Without a break's mercy
I don't need any help! From nobody
Merciless lone fighter
I do wish for something: Your voice
Do you hear me? I feel your breath
The sand is ripping through the parquet
My house is empty
I remain in solitude
A grinning belt head
That's how I turned into memories

Do you hear me? I feel your voice
The Sandstorm
Max Neumann Feb 2024
The pen fell asleep and it died
Then I was brought to life
As I stopped writing
Then I was brought to life
Beauty will be beauty
I am not to blame for
I don't mind

I shattered my beautiful heart
Among cars and *******
That's where I was living
There I shattered the heart
Did I guess that?
Oil was flowing from the *******
Pillows scattered around the cars

This beautiful heart
Beauty remains beauty
Who are you?
I don't know
No I really don't
****
Max Neumann Feb 2024
Red bow with white dots
Like the ears of a bat
Far away from me
When my face was painted on

Red bow and big wide eyes
Looking for something
I took off my dignity
Then I put my face on

My home wasn't a home
Yelling walls
I ripped off my face
Red bow like Minnie Mouse

Heat was destroying me
As in Terminator II
Terminator is melting in lava
The thumb stuck in the air

Wounded and far away from you
The thumb was resting
Mom was taking a picture
You're wearing a red bow

Coming back into life
Stinking fleshwound at the knee
A pink dress with the bow
I took off my face

Decomposing for the first time
For the first time in my life
I decomposed within myself
Shaved and washed my skin

Mom was hugging you
Taking off your red bow
You were thinking off me
I was thinking about you
Letter To Eden
Max Neumann Feb 2024
Don't gather! This land is freezing
The gates of fortune were smashed
Black **** remaining
Toxic wasteland
Eagles and children gather there
Whispering short words
Solely understood by kids and birds

Since then a veil is on your skin
Milky smooth skin of love
I plunged into your skin
Stayed for long and panted
Your skin is pollinated by the night
I grab your skin
That's a good place
I feel at home here

Gather to play!
Monkeys are squealing in the valley
Down by the sea gate
Life consists of foam there
Sweet foam beating against rocks
We are lying on these rocks
Sheltered from the monkey's squealing
The screams of the foam are louder!
Foam
Good, precious, excellent foam
Foam
Max Neumann Feb 2024
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
The Forgotten Home
Max Neumann Feb 2024
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
Screams
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