Old shadows new colors
Above our misunderstandings
I took on guilt
Obsessed with the land of fools

Directionless yet clearly seen
An unlocked 38
Addicted to the craving for freedom
Glued to the dust-red horizon

Hollow echoes of the past
Old shadows new colors
Everything and more I kept for us
In mornings of brooding and ember

Born corrupt
In the corner of a gleaming bar
Surrounded by roaring men
Old shadows old colors

That horizon once was me
Always searching for more and more
Addicted to the craving for love
Old shadows new colors

Down with the father
The kids are back
A lifetime lies behind them
And you’re frozen in red glass

Down with the father
Mothers have vanished
Behind a curtain of secrets
Pyramids were found

Not in the black wall safe
Not in the jaws of the grey wolf
Not in dreams anymore
Not for a long time

Did happiness ever shine in here?
The happiness we once danced for
It flickered ochre-yellow in the room
While the streets gathered dust

Pull my thoughts to the surface —
I’ll build you a land
The elders have been there for ages
Frozen in red glass

This is another time
You know
Back then they used to roar:
Down with the father!

Revenge
Perhaps a matter of habit
Somehow

Decades of repression
Bang bang done
Ashima can bear witness

She still sits by the tracks
Deep down in the station
Next to her creator

Twelve years have passed
Branko’s become an old hound
And Bappi longs for a dog

The black wall safe is empty
Completely
The pyramids are gone

The great one the healthy one—
He cursed the thieves in autumn
Once he was a thief himself

This universe is inexhaustible
It belongs to us
It never belonged to us

Oh heavens
In stillness lies kindness
The Street of Stars sparkles so

This red staircase leads the way
I will take this path now—
Without a shred of guilt

The reflection comes alive through
Forgiveness
As if fear discovers itself within
Love

Rebirth stirs awake
In the pale breath of light
Bullet holes closed up like
Wounds
While distant gangs roared their
Defiance

Silence grew deeper as the sirens
Died away
The old screams faded, never to
Return

From this an awakening was born

Does this woman belong to us?
Because she dances like us
As if she were one of us.
In the language of her arms I hear
Something familiar.
Her rust-colored hair—I know it.

It reminds me of someone special
A person from the shores of
The thousand-year-old sea
Origin of the poem of long arrival

I danced with her on childhood photos
In another life
When night and day did not yet exist
38 souls away

That time passed
Only to return again
The blood of that time is here
In the words of that moment

Shake the rust-colored hair
Like leaves from branches in autumn
Between sun and mist
Where dreams turned into whispers

In the voice of a good time
This time belongs to us—
Just like her.
With the rust-colored hair.

You cannot hear my tears
Can't see the reflection in the puddle
Can't understand the holes in the concrete

This house has turned to ice
All pictures of us burned
In the war of vengeance

When you left me
I suffocated
In my dreams I see you

Morning of the endless summer
Free like a butterfly
Happy

Melody of goodness
For our love
Born from children's laughter

The heat has returned
Orange and kind
At the entrance to the sea

How this shell looks at night
Back off!
The shell lay in a room
A room among rooms
That consist of rooms and lead
Into rooms

We are the victors of the nights
Because we cast our skin
Without ifs or buts
Completely and utterly

I need thick skin
No one understands that
Except the Invisible One
She lives with me
In the room of the black wall safe

Where pyramids are imprisoned
Gigantic pyramids
In the tiny center of the dust

I want to breathe at last!
The game of skin kills me
With every breath, I die a little
To receive a name
That others will speak
Into the face of the stars

Speak!
Speak my name aloud
That I may hear it
For the continuation of life

The stairs shine in the moonlight
The stairs climb the tower of life
The stairs are red in color
The stairs dissolve in the ocean

The stairs come from home
The stairs stay here
The stairs carry hope
The stairs know every human name

The stairs forgave their guilty ones
The stairs listened to wars
The stairs never puzzled
The stairs explained nothing

The stairs will carry us
The stairs do not want that
The stairs will form a unity
The stairs whisper through the ages

The stairs will flicker
The stairs will have trembled
Illuminated
Burned
Extinguished
Blown away
Forgotten

The stairs

The end of this journey is its inception
Do not compare water with sand
In a second of tears
Cause good times remain
Nobody believes in the past

This wheel is nameless
Where have all the people gone?
One man stayed
Until dawn
Silently writing

The air was smelling like spring
Full and spicy
The end of the night was its inception
Don't compare money with happiness
In the moment of the lifebelt
Cause we stick together
Nobody is scared of the future

This nameless wheel
Jumping back and forth
On a highway made of paper
Described with memories
The day is breaking
Let's go back to sleep

To begin

Too late
They hate us
Too late
They despise us
Too late

They hate our hearts
Too late
They tore us apart
Our love

Is this just a dream?
Another dream
Of pitch-dark waves

Cries of the crow
Full of tears
Too late

Pillows turned to thorns
The world fell asleep
Too late
The sea is silent
It thunders
A message in a bottle of hearts

Rarely do the sirens sing
Fire burns in their cave
Our hearts drift away

A king's message to himself:

Shadow warriors attacking the light
Time of the lost ones
Hopeless
Hateful

Infected with mercilessness
Lost ones invoking the night
Wild yelling
Omen of other voices

Who live in mental institutions
Tearing butts apart
Gathering tobacco crumps
Smoking at barred windows

Ears directed at the night
The inner's other side
Screams of the lost ones
Silky echoes in the fog

Nowhere is a door
Hands all over the place
Strong and bloodied

But we'll never show fear
Breathless ascent
Born in a beacon
Way of the heat

Get out!

Bunker of the escape key
In the room of fluid walls
Nearby the intersections in realtime
Rain is buzzing through the spirit
Painting vanity made from insanity

I who have nothing
Night seeds under the moonlight
Cursed corners in familiar buildings
The escape key is lost

Did I think I could walk away?
To run away from the ones escaping
Preempting them
In realtime

Hoping for a better tomorrow
To find somebody
Distraction from sorrows
By the intersections in realtime

I who have nothing
Scribbling over paper to forget
Love's another word for revenge

I who have nothing
Lost under miracles I been waiting
The night seeds are bloodred
In fine black soil
By the intersections in realtime

Daughters and sons
By the water of words
Water from the pond
Shores in centuries

Described by silence
Existence of ice-cold entities
Made of cosmic dust
For the moment afterwards

Moment afterwards
In the pond
Hope
Shore of the awakening

Blinking of an entity
Who you do love
Whom you forgive
In the house of silence

Welcome to midnight
Screams when I open my eyes
Predestined isolation
It's tearing my lungs apart

Screams invented storms
Welcome to real life
Time doesn't matter
This place was built to be left

Path of revenge
I can't force myself
To forget upon command

Relentlessly the strangers are grinning
Silent quest for the golden boy
Glowing in the dark

Plaster is crumbling off the front
Cream-colored in the old days
When good ghosts were governing
In the kingdom
Redly entangled by fires

The kingdom perished
Dry soil remained
Memories in ruins
In the memory of friends
Of lying friends

The voice of a very old woman
Permeates invisible rooms
Ice-blue eyes

I saw the end of the wind
In a hell made of deserts and concrete
Where people only know violence
Shouting the days down
Restlessly running over fenced-in yards
Smashing faces with toasters

This house no longer feels like home
Winners walking among the deceased ones
Doomed to survive
Writing messages on walls

Not for this live
This home
The kingdom

This gotta end
Hell of concrete and deserts
Doesn't feel like home
No kingdom

The blue briefcase made of lead
Is floating in the sky of scent
News are pouring down
The rude ones are in charge
Army of fineliners

Don't ask questions
A gang of children robbed us of
Answers
Like a gold watch from the wrist
In Rio

It's all quiet
Nobody is screaming anymore
Since then life's been sliding down
To the ground
Depth of a lake

Nobody got hurt
Videos of a hail of bombs
Who got hurt?
Chatting about the deceased

Innocence is yawning while running
It lost its face
Blind geriatrics are limping ahead
On the hunt for innocence

Thunder, souls, high water,
Black hearts, thieves of storms,
Fluttering children of the wind,
Breathless on an island of stars,
Cured from all the fears of the world.

Sheltered inside the promise of love.

This promise in the shades of the pines
From the shining of the blue woods
Woods of eyes and ghost lights
Where hundreds are chasing signatures
In the thicket of the last bloodred storm
The planet's cold zone.

Wishes in sectors. Breath made of smoke.
The God in the dawn of the light.
Where years pass by in dreams.
The voice deep inside.
Here I am for the morning of angels.
Land of the morning star.
Will you come with me?
This blanket is a kingdom:
Your silverly sweat is sparkling on it
All mirrors were smashed!

When the mirrors were smashed,
We lifted our hands into the dark,
To ***** for angels.
We found a spell.

The call of the hearts was silent.
Where did the darkness end?
The ground of the blue woods was
Covered with splinters of glass, sweat,
Lights.

Thus the morning was broken.
Morning of angels.

This day is not your friend
This day is an enemy of delusions
Enemy of benevolence
This day steals red swords

The transformation has happened
Secretly apart from the living ones
In the stomach of the pregnant ******
Between the laps of Golem

The river was raging!
So the day would become silent
The river and the day were fighting
Something new evolved from it

A creature of lurid lights
Unknown to all callous people
Others know this creature
At dawn it guzzles words

A wink from the rose of shadows,
From the forgotten for the famous ones,
From the glorious to the filthy,
For the waterfall in space, twinkling
Under the rain of stars.

A wink. Pull it out! Cause the rose
Had withered in the shadow of the
Deceased.

Nothing remained from that day. Just
Lines of quiet memories. Conserved
In a red casket. Protected from extinction.
Embalmed in the blood of the ancients.
A good scent. Cause future, my friends,
Future evolves from the colors of the
Night.

Pain is just a matter of
Sensation
That's why I avoid it
It became a mania.
Mania made of red, restless
Compulsions.

Never sitting quietly.
Not being quiet.
Doing things incessantly,
Encased by the veil of the
Alley.

In the fellowship of the words.
Room of the black safe.

Strange.
This moment is a mutation of
Character — what's gonna happen?

The blinds remain closed to prevent
Straying lights to bother the room.
Besides, the sirens are screaming
On the street; silence has bled out.

It's good as it is.
Not wanting to be someone else
In the fellowship of the words;
Protected in a warm cave.

By the broken tree, split into
Two v-shaped stakes.

She was waving her hands about,
Pointing at me, light burning
Inside her eyes.

She was talking with a voice
That disrupted the sky.
"Walk on over into the bit of
Shade and you'll be saved."

The broken tree was gone.
At its place I got up for a ride
Through a daydream in the desert.
With a skull made of violence.

I would like to know the answer.
You know it?

Sing a song for me. Then, I'll capture
Words from your voice and, like a
Fisherman, heave the words through
The water of life.

There is no end left. The end was abolished, when the writer, back from
Exile, had a black safe installed in the
Wall.

Decades afterwards, a medium-aged man
Will have been led into her nursery; the
Writer has passed away; in the fellowship
Of the words they are connected.

I tethered my words to the bonds of
Compulsions to open your mouth.
To fit the words into it, your mouth
Has to be unconditionally opened.
It's just a dream: Eden has disappeared
Amidst pedestrians; I'm calling her name.
But I only see strangers. Being sure
To have spotted her, a wave of relief
Is suffusing me.

Then this person is lifting her head: I'm
Looking into a stranger's face.

I'm looking at you in the mirror of
The closed eye, in the kingdom
Of resistance, while you are
Writing in an exploding building.

At a table of skins from past
Years, obsessed by a very special
IDEA.

You're off the wall, sweat is flowing
From your forehead in torrents,
Steadily you're stomping in the
Debris of the streets — your skin
Became a mix of callus and blood.

The debris litters the streets with
The skelletons of failed relationships —
You hate control freaks.

Why you despise yourself?
Does it have to be this way?
Is love or the enemy governing?
Who's pulling the strings?

Shut the **** up!
Reconciliation my ***!
Little *****!
Ain't no enemy in my head...

On the day when all hearts
Were frozen, a red woodpecker,
Close to dying due to a heat stroke,
Was pecking the arteries of all
Frozen hearts —
So, the hearts were melting.

Dissolving into a puddle.
The puddle became a pond.
From the pond, a lake had evolved.
The lake emptied into a river.
Out of it, the ocean of melting
Hearts emerged.

It is said that the red woodpecker
Turned into a poet.
Who, steadily engrossed in thought,
More and more focusing on fame
And glory, got an icy heart.

Out of the empty, impregnated
Cockpit of reasoning — Kicked into
Your eyes from the pedestal of fear.
Guilt is the sin of guilt.

Yaps of thugs returned,
Volt-green bloodstream above the
Airwaves of forgotten songs.
Angels of the underworld.

Lunatics, in love with themselves,
Are hurtling over night-colored
Fields, while the silver fur of rabbits
Is reflecting screams of rage.

Is it over?
Been waiting for this day.
In the red, deep night I was sitting
Once in a creek of silk. Virgins were Diving in it.

Will I be attending?
I don't belong to anyone cause I
Belong to everyone.
You a member?
You were taking pictures back then, Down by the creek.

Maybe this connects us.
Since you brought a good moment
To the future.
The only reason for this poem
Is God's Mercy.

Therefore I'm akin to a great-grandson.
Whose great-grandfather was confined
In a camp during the war.
There, sunbeams consisted of
The desire for freedom. And guards were yelling in nights of flashs.

So I believe: Something connects us.
If I'd go that far to claim we would
Belong together?

Cause these people are traveling
Through light, weightless and covered
With the dust of eternity, they're now
Yelling words through distances of
Years and rooms, words ground by the
Misery of love, translucent, born to burst,
Yet hard as a rock.

Rocks, survived by the patience of
Water, sunken in oceans, simulation
Of a loss, of a transformation —
A child is chuckling while putting a shell
To its ear, listening to the swoosh of the Waves.

"Like the swoosh of the waves", the
Gardener is thinking while cutting the leaves, As the wind
Is blowing, surrounded by palaces of glass
And metal, smooth, glistening, built by Nobody for the whispering few.

Cooing, the doves are painting a white
Picture into the sky, and above the sky,
Deeply in space, people are consistently
Traveling through light, through a pale
Reflection, a reflected opalescence of
Earth's light, where deep down the eyes of a Child, putting a shell to its ear, are
Glowing.

The child escaped the
suit of fear.
Its friends are close to the
Child, yet it feels lonely.

And remorseful when watching its face.

For the first time the child perceives
Itself not wearing the suit of fear; in an
Empty pool filled with sunlight.
The eyes of the child are twitching; it's cold.

The burning of the skin starting
In the fight of Gods and ****** in
The bays of Golem where
Red, humongous ghosts are stranded.

Elopers, exodus of children,
Westend, Gaza,
Crystals, glaciers, jaws
Panting, greedy for the
One fulfilling victory of love.

Shoals are occupying the shells of
Their ancient homeland; skins,
Among craps and lipstick,
Are burning.
Hollowed castles of silk and
Mirrorglass.

Seven verses distant.
38 souls close by.
Ten gangs
38 skins against burning skin.

From the ravines of displacement,
Burying the sun of happiness under
Concrete-colored solitude;

From the year of hiding,
Lying in the rills of an old building,
Doing things incessantly;

From the energy of an army,
Focused in the fingers of a single person,
Doing things incessantly, mistaking
Approval as an attack.

Holding on is holy! The waves been
Slapping over the carpet of concrete
Of the vibrating city.
Displacement is holy!

In a chromium-colored blossom
A son was rising from the father's
Fist; he was yawning while he reached
Under his pillow for his gun.

Applause is burning in the night's
Heat like fire on the skin.
Bodyguards shooting at
Paparazzi.

The streets were writing a mixture
Of dreams and mania in the lines
Of history; kids stole the words
Before publication.

The language of the heart glows
In a grandfather's mood on a
Bridge between moon and sun;
Consisting of heat and cold.

Gunfire from the darkest alleys
Where patrons in Escalades looking
For beef — incisors shimmering
In the shining of cell phones
You ain't ready for Poppinz

Where he go to school at?
Son, park the panes
Send a message; they be knowing!
Hazel lying in her blood: Out of love
Money ain't no good here

Gunfire in the projects
Pushing beats on the 23rd floor
Burning down the block
Chopping the leader's head off
You are now a rock star!

In the heat of the sun of the words
Infinitely deep traces
That once would dry up all flesh
So an ice bear was digging through
Traces of skin to find words
Scenting.

The ice bear smacked while scrunching
The traces of the heat and the sun;
The taste of the traces was akin to its
Earlier life as an hyena's child in the
Jungle of a ruined country.

The ice bear was sighing, his head lifted
To the polar light, emerging from the
Shining of black space —
Traces from colorful, dry fog.

At once the ice bear fell asleep
In the traces of light and memories.

Mastermind always plans perfectly
Leaving nothing to chance
Before war it counts its enemies
Blessed with sound sleep
Its car is similar to Osama's.

Never act irrationally, that's how
Mastermind remains invincible
What happened in the hail of bullets?
Two snitches were killed, so
Forty winners remained.

Amateurs in beef with
Grown men in a tower
Weather below zero but
Blessed with sound sleep
Leaving nothing to chance.

Everything planned perfectly.

The kingdom of silence is opening its
Gates for the wounds of
Light.

Where has the scrawny,
***** father gone in
All these years? Talk of
Cigarettes; Then the father
Vanished in lies; leaving a son
Behind.

That son was usually looking for
Letters under the heads of the
Ancients; at that he rummaged
The hair of graceful mothers,
Addicted to diamonds, coldhearted:
Generous and benevolent to the son.

Thirty-eight years later, an invincible
Wound remained where the kingdom
Of silence used to be: A wound having
The textur of a mirage, a
Misperception of scorn and emptiness.

Hold it!
Milliseconds of our
Connection in the green pond,
Where among the words of ancient
Ancestors our reflection is melting in the
Premonition of an undreamed desire.

This
I disclosed to you in the first
Stanza, now I'm taking
All the memories of
Days from simple acts,
When we used to
Steal pocket money for
Our gang of canned dogs,
Whose furs sparkled silverly in
The sun.

That's how
Our childhoods ran past the
Years, passing restless mouths of
Which nights had teared off the
Zippers
Dude!
It's already this late?
What did the thieves
Do to the time?

For all sentimentals in misery
For the miserable in the diamond's mouth
For the exchange of dignity against hate
For the thugs at the poker tournament
For all manipulated light switches
For your pistol against my piece
For the thought delusion in the morning
For staying up on trains
For the ancient ******'s breath
For Golem's fat shanks
For slapping dem **** wasps
For mimicry, white flags, deepred
For the lisping genius
For the project beat of the Spaniard
For pumping iron: shoulder, neck, triceps
For the massive, leaden scale
For the room of mirrors

For writing

The timepieces died last
Ahead the walls of crumbling hope
Translators were looking for
Bullet holes in nurseries

People filled suitcases
Dialing emergency numbers, bolting
Locks and doors
Belongings remained

*

Masses walking through cities in
Processions of velvet
Sobbing in chorus
Eyes blinking wearily

Nights they got to the
Steelblue and silent ocean
Lightly it lay before the
Respiring masses

*

They were holding their breath
As a luster was emerging
Nobody had ever seen
This luster

The masses stretched widely
Their fingers bent and
Cold for the luster
Like moths into the light

*

The masses were catching fire
Faces ablazed
Bodies turning from yellow
Skins into heaps of ash

Thus the exodus came to an end.
Heat was flickering in the sea
Deathgrey vultures circling
Through the air of black acid.

Die from my arms
I held back all winners
Who were coming for you
To tear you to pieces

Die with benevolence
In the fog of this world
By the countless suns
Red dawn

A cat was raging in the fire
Spitting blaze
Turkish hatred

Someone hid a cloth
By the Tigris
Ahead of the goat farmers

Two parallel events
Simultaneously
Burnt by oblivion

Shores pregnant in the light
Yesterday black water
Life

Children on the rocks
Flags and splinters
Dawn

Voices of the ocean
The children —
Slow motion

Clear water
Harmoniously flowing
Serenity

Dross
In bolted minds
Escape

The path is split
Two directions
Two decisions

The ship is gone; you know whereto?
Your pupil is a pin
In view of freedom

Dear benevolence
I wanna be a rock to you
In the city of banned souls

Where could this ship be
Yesterday I heard a kid talking
About a sighting

For years I been ranging through deserts
By the zenith of the sun
Now my skin is parched

Dear daughter of colors
There are rumors about your picture
Allegedly it depicts a ferry

Finally! The steamboat has latched on
Tomorrow it's gonna start
Into freedom

We came close to each other
Fingers like storm on the skin
Twinkle in greed's laugher
Shadows in the water

Where you living?
Memories surrounding me
Love in the lagoon

Sound of the waves
Farewell

In the light of black streets
Sounds of shadows
Yesterday was a dance
In ruins of diamonds

All or nothing
Philippa's ear on the rail
A white train is approaching
Into the nothingness

A ****** is dreaming
Of a jungle
Where a strong lion lives
Razor-sharp teeth
Wild glimpse
Well-hung
The lion never sleeps

Sunset
Scent of desire
8:38 PM
The ****** awakes
In an upheaval
Her bed is shivering
Close by the lion is roaring

The ****** is spreading her legs
Her hand is already there
Thumb in the mouth
An unerring leap
Powerfully bumping the ******
Flashes in the eye
She awakes as a woman

Like flames
From fire

Like leaves
In the wind

Like waves
Of water

Like humans
Over the earth

Right here!
Life
Floating above the metropolis
Green line
Threads of love

Hope!
Masses flocking to the nest
Built from freedom by birds
At night people hear a whistling
Of the man in the colorful moon

This moment remains!
Because it's like that
This version of you
Welcome to the lagoon
Rocky, warm, water

Endless
Yesterday finished in silence
Tomorrow's gonna be scried
Sheltered

Smirk of a sick child
Pawning
On the hunt for fame

Hobbling dog
Sick child

Endless

Rich men cause empires to fall
The heir wants his father to die
The poor ones envy him

It takes money to make money
Harvard / Detroit
An eye for an eye

Tweed suit, cuff buttons, shark collar
Jordans, Escalade, protection money
A tooth for a tooth