To trust in coming
To believe in something
Being in peace
At daytime I was looking for the soul
While wringing out black and white sheets
Prayer
Overdose
Sirens, prayer

I do trust in coming
Cause my name is made of blood
I was born like that
I will die like that
Amid Broken Angels
Who are my brothers
Who are my sisters

This day is taking ages
Words are bubbling from Eden's mouth
In the morning I heard them
Sunlight shining through the window
Sleepy Gods were waving at me
On their way to work
To built the house of coming
From the sweat of Broken Angels
Brothers and sisters
Love and tolerance is our code

If you know you know

Never before I looked into this mirror
First of all I smashed the glass
Wounded in the streets of screams
So I grew claws of fear

Never before I admitted gentleness
First I'd steal your money
In the clutches of the raging child
Who I named trauma

Never before I lived without a gang
Ain't part of my world
Violence is the currency of the weak ones
Got some change?

Never before I left this place
Golden cage in the dead jungle
Where my lingo reigns
Not the heart but the mind

Never before my heart melted
How does it feel?
Cause I locked gazes with you
Wanted to escape your gentleness

Never before

I was shivering
Poem of the long arrival
A shivering
In the footprint of time
You were digging
Home by the fields
Digging
For the temptation of light
We were playing
Heaven of heavy songs
The game
By the place of our childhoods

I was scarifying
Our names engraved in a tree
Scarifying
Time kept growing
You were climbing
Between the glistening of branches
Climbing
For freedom

When did this happen?
Where did the pregnant girl go to?

I was writing
Writing
Staying

Once upon a time...

Door to door with the wounded ones
House of bashed in walls
DOA rammed his head into doors
Yelling out loud, painting the streets
Legendary years loaded with faith
Happy Birthday! A spanking
Rage doesn't know foreign lingo
I loved that!

Dudes whimpering like dogs
Dogs fighting like dudes
A pitbull's jaw was smacking
Tons, gangs, sounds in a dream
Love only existed in movies
We didn't see them
We burned cinema seats
For the love of the wounded ones

I hate your giggle
It's made of love
That's why I despise you
You don't belong to me

I love your giggle
It turns me on
That's why I desire you
You are mine

I hate and I love your giggle
It turns me on and disgusts me
I'm spitting at you out of longing
You belong to me: Back off!

Eventually my options vanished
The walls were coming closer
Encircling me yelling
Pressing me into the corner
Raging I was bashing the stone
Until my skin was bursting
Wounded knuckles
Mud of blood

Thus it happened
I knew I was going to fall apart
So I fought
In the kitchen of the lean, old man
At the  table with fear and rage

Then I wanted to be green
Like the jungle
Miry holy water
Hope?

Someone carried me out of the kitchen
I didn't see his arms and eyes
There was an errant point of light
I fell apart
For the first time in my life
I was falling apart

To enter the world of love
Among factories and straplines
Welcomed by a babie's babbling
Alighted at the edges of time
Burned the old life
Home by the fields
Then I was falling apart
In love I fell apart

Away I found myself
Foreign country of patches
Surrounded by memories
In a nightcolored dream basin
I found myself

Wise man said: See
Carrying a ghost in his backpack
From voltgreen life fiber
Freezing marble in the dream basin

Accountants sitting at the edges
Bolt upright rows of wooden chairs
Silently writing on sheets
Incessantly in a hailstorm
I was studying them underwater
Followed their actions with my eyes
Like a toddler learning to walk
When the hailstorm was ending
Promptly superseded by the sun

The accountants melting into shadows
Souls were drifting in the dream basin

Sparkling as diamond's ledges
I was not scared of the souls
So I ate them up

To come into the world as a poem
Of a dream basin and accountants
Who became beasts
In another life
From the blood of a dead cat
In the ninth life