I come from the corridor of light
Where brothers in dust-filled holes
Spent hours building words
From scraps of war

These words formed the corridor of light
Because pens of blood wrote the days of our childhood
Our lives were on the line

Survivors built the corridor of light
As a refuge
A place of memory for all the dead:
Gökhan, Louis, Perli

So love filled the corridor of light:
Singing mothers shook out grief
And dreams from pillows
And from that came a place to sleep

A place for the serene
Because trauma gives us peace
Where our wounds can heal
Wounds of mothers and brothers

Here in the corridor of light

R.I.P.
Gökhan
Louis
Perli

I drowned in a shallow glass,
beneath its quiet surface—
a face, smoothed to nothing,
white as fallen snow.

Sight dimmed,
the golden lake cracked open, dry.
Hunger turned to drought,
the illness lived inside the head.

Letters came from Pension Alpha,
snow pushed the sentences forward,
a sweat-pool spread across the floor,
paramedics held their silence.

Stranded wonders shifting color,
like a whale left on the shore,
drying slowly,
like the golden lake before it.

Lost ID cards,
photographs, days, names—
all swallowed
by cloud-colored disguises.

Eyes glazed, wrapped in rain,
memories heavy with weather.
The maker watches,
a tender keeper of hours.

Glass turns to an ice floe.
We walk it, cautious,
past the faces
carved from night.

I

Bitter echo
back again
one day
again here

Bones from soil
black, beautiful soil
at the center of questions
erased

What the soul is:
a flash in the pool
bears
lightning, hair

A dance around a statue
self-sacrificing vibrations
serving the shore
the red shore

The pyramid room fell apart
unnoticed by the avenue
still something remained:
the black wall safe

inside: slips of paper, ciphers

II

So you’ll come back
because you tore us open
to come back again

a loop shaped like 8
that was no good
since then: surges

irreversible
not like that dramatist
ciphers

loopings ahoy
pull me under
flood-wave planet

crossroads deceive
sky painted over
breath on loan

pockets full of paper
all scraps
all ciphers

III

Help the Explain-Bear!
Unfold the scraps

school him in the knots
may he read them

may he grasp them
may he respect them

may the Explain-Bear
be wrapped in light, in love

false lead
take off the bear-suit!

Ali the spider steps out
from psychiatry’s bars

glassy stare
dancer on the red shore

scribbling on walls
scratching into benches

whispering to nurses
floating through bars

from the garden of ciphers
inventor of ciphers

IV

Rest in peace

Flew through red tunnels
In years of glaring screams
Searching for a pick
Forgotten songs in my head
Flesh wound on my knee
Limping, angry, paranoid

Armed with spray cans
Royal child in underpasses
Science of the sewers
With Matt at the zoo
The bears were sleeping
He spoke of secret meetings
A steep path home

The house was no longer a home
Walls sprayed
Floor full of ****
Water and heat shut off
No power

Placeless
Forgotten
Everything reset to zero

What you send out
Comes back to you
Someone knew the future
Someone blew the hole wide
Someone drove them out

So that a seed
Might sprout on the city’s edge
In rooms of loss and fear
Regret and shame
Suppression

A glowing seed
Tiny
Barely visible

And yet glowing
A fighter

Someone planted this seed
From the heart
Thank you

Crossing over and hurt
Arab rap in the sun
Rays over Frankfurt
A smile beyond price
Car horns as a concert for the future
A welcoming embrace

The wind blows
Ferris wheel
Roller coaster
The hillside chills

A red day turned to peace
Peace melted into blood
Plant me a cactus
The driver keeps circling

Wounds turn into creation
Pure creation
Inside me and us
The shouting soothes

If you truly fear death —
You finally see
The real value of life

The message in the park
The park conceals a message

T spoke of ciphers
So 38 breaths long
Fairground behind the screams
Mr. Barber in the kitchen valley

From a sign
Near the industrial oasis
In God’s slipstream
The loving voice whispers

Demons swarm about
In every sound and color
Through the midst rushes a man
On inline skates across the ice

Do you believe in telepathy?
City buses of fear
Turn off toward the shore of courage
You believe in it

No barbarian and no regret
An open heart
A head full of wild thoughts
Restless toward rest

Do you believe in telepathy?
Warmth floods the man
On the moving bus to the shore of courage
A message to the capital

The ballast of possessions to give away
Against locker debts
In the middle
Where the beginning of the end began

Do you believe in telepathy?
Then this is a sign for you
Only for open hearts
You believe in it

He don’t know **** about having a crew backing him
Nothing about protection
About blood
The streets up north
The painters

Crazy-*** Louis
****** kid with a Muay Thai story
Blazed-out, cigarette-strewn room
Reeking, ready to throw down
Yeah, exactly

He don’t know **** about H-Town
Linden
OK, machetes, PBS
HCT, fingers and knives
Suicidals, street fights, the scene
Doors, rings, psychosis, brawls
Straightening things out

He don’t know **** about Dennis
Thrown into a group home at seven
Never cry
Or it’s lockdown
Permpool Northside money-printing nights
Flipping cash
Packs of smokes
Cartons, busted bodegas

He don’t know **** about Gino
Mom on ******, dead
Dad locked up, mind in orbit
Funeral, ****** crowd
Feelings buried under a hoodie
Chest out

He don’t know ****
Just a little
Only the tip
The iceberg’s carried by
The colossus

He don’t know ****
That’s his blessing

Gates rising into the sky
Of flowing trains
Hour-thief
Eyes for limited time

Silken moment
Tender being
Lips spread
In the windowless house

Trains keep streaming past
The shaken tree
22 times
The gates shine

Eyes play songs
Hours
Eyes
Cool clinking

Lips spread
In the tempo of wings
Hall 12
Massive, solid stones

Scorched soil
Became air
Air blew into the eyes

The child looked at the stars
Fire floated there
On the shore of the moon

The child became a mirror
Mysterious
A doppelgänger

Riddles stand on the mirror
Seen only at night
If you want to find something

You have changed
Light grew from your eyes
Your voice flew to the sky

A little shadow
Fata Morgana
Diamond rain

The deep truth lies in
The heart of a human
At the cry of birth, it escapes

A lifetime long, the human searches
For their truth
The search shapes their life

The search passes by avenues
Of corridors and dreams
Into the hall of truth

There dwell angels in walls
Their spirits shape the hall
The hall produces memories

Memories thirst for truth
Today, a colossus spoke in the hall
From the heart of truth

May a change take place
In the lives of young humans
A few birth cries away

8:38 AM
People erase mistakes
Dogs barking on the horizon

Time races
No mistakes allowed
17 towers

12:38 AM
Legal gray zones
Tax carousel

Time is pressing
Lion-faced players
AIs know the sound of breath

4:38 PM
In the night-colored Escalade
Heading toward concrete

Nasir crouched in a launch pit of scars
Eat, drink, sleep, and dress in riches!
Jealousy — let it go

8:38 PM
Streets renamed
New shops in splash-of-gossip colors

12:38 AM
Who’s got the clocks?
Who’s got the time?


4:38 AM
Stay alert for the oppers!
Shabba Ranks knows already

38

It’s so loud
The world a whirlpool
Like a piano in the ghetto
A melody of noise

Everywhere demons build houses
Tearing up streets like skin
I have no skin left
Because a demon ruled me

He drilled into my soul
The soul of the silent ape
Behind the gardens
Far from the light

There the demon reigns
On a throne of gold chains
Cuban Link Necklace
Two Chainz
Don’t come too close!

I sink teeth into skin
The ape howls
The light recedes

The piano in the ghetto—
I play it still

This world is a whirlpool
Demons buying and selling love
A heart for 10,000 dollars, 2 for 5, 10 for 1
Who’ll bid higher?!
Going once, going twice...

Oh my!
Hallelujah
Bathe in this religion
Skin is a garden, and sweet

The light withdrawn
Mongrels barking
Everywhere only whirlpools

Oh yes

But the curtain falls
Because the power of redemption saves the truth
Out of the black wall safe
The truth of every person
Where he is deeply and purely loved

So the demon runs away
Cursing yet retreating
Because the light drives him off
Casts a blanket across the street
The sun rises
The day comes

It’s over

Because you were in the crack of dust
In the floorboards of the old building
Years ago and dreams
You were there

Because you were in the room of the pyramids
In the palace of red metal
Before the memories of children
You came

Because you remained in the park of cool shadows
In the neighborhood of endless houses
Before the puddle of blood
You stayed

Because you stood in the fire of returning home
In the heart of silence
Before the most beautiful and final word
To me

In the icy glow of the skyline
Movers and pigeons
Children singing

An elevator through time
Suits and beggars
Long limousines

In the icy glow of the skyline
Morning dew glitters, fragile
Swallows fly out of the city

Voices and sirens
So we raise our heads
Phone screens shine silently

In the icy glow of the skyline
The ground full of crumbs
No end in sight

Growing and moving on
At the fountain of silence
Shadowed by immortals

In the icy glow of the skyline
A child was born
To write about this place

Between tracks and lead
By the trains of life
Where geese are cackling

This is no invention
Welcome to the trauma of kindness
It became bearable

Between signposts and tracks
By the cackling geese
In the heart of Europe

No blessing
No curse
Just another page

A locomotive rushes past
On the wings of this moment
The wind breathes out love

Between trauma and healing
Yesterday the wound was bleeding
At the celebration of a child

At life’s track
Where geese are cackling
Here the wind breathes out love

Sleeping in wonders
Shoulders of time
Claw of a bear
Fata Morganas

From a lullaby
Night melody
No board before the mouth
Blessing of money; fortune teller

Softer than shadows
Branches of fingers
Tongue in the ear
We don’t fight anymore

We do not fight
Boards turned to dust
Dust into stars
Glitter glitter

Fata Morganas waver
In the wind
Glittering stardust
Glitter glitter

Touches
Wind
Softness
Scent
Life
Courage
Shore
Night

Touches
Wat­er
Sand
Ache
Caves
Union
Shadows
Lights

Touches
Awakening
Gone
N­ow

The machine stands still
Gooseflesh passes by
Geese in shimmering silken clothing
Waddling across the red lights

Indifference
Feelings concealed
Beneath the suits
When did it begin?

Dried-up waters
Drops once were tender
Turned into pits
Busy geese cackle there

Foreheads creased
Thinking
Scheming
Holding power

Pale gleam
Decay
Phantoms
Downfall

Until the fog rolls in
The storm arrives
The storm brings death
Death creates life

The machine comes alive
Goose-time passes by
In suits the babies wriggle, flailing
Crying beneath the yellow starlight

For eyes of iron
Hearts of ice
Fingers of lead
Children in the trash

For kindness
Goodwill
Goodness
Love

For bullet holes
Burglars
Taggers
Brawlers

For the courageous
The peacemakers
The volunteers
The helpful

A rainbow in the sky
Beneath it live people
Like you and me
So alike — or not?

Because I suffocated with fear
In fear
Fear eats the soul
What is the soul?

It is no narrow space
The soul is a sea
Cold and warm at once
Silent and raging

Fear is red
In the crowded subway
Sweat-face
Blood-grimace

**** be fear
Because I suffocated with it
Forever:
**** fear!

One day a dog appeared
Deaf and blue-eyed
Albino from the steppe
One day he came

Fearfully I looked at him
He licked my hand
With a gentle gaze
Gentle, good

Albino from the steppe
My hand had grown warm
The narrowness gone
I breathed in deep

I breathed in deep

I want to be close to you
Beside you in sleep
While we dream
Without distinctions
On black-and-white streets
Amid glowing trees
Past our childhoods
Dancing and always watchful
For the embarrassment is vast
The shame enormous
The fear gigantic

Who wants to be rejected?
Who would ever answer yes?

Through our dreams roam lions
Lions with hearts of love
They know no fear
Love knows no fear
Love lives fearlessly

That’s why we stay
Here, where all the lions are
Where all the love is

Green are our paths
Surrounded by stars
Always for the moment
In the wink of the good

I became one of you
When I found the corridor of light
I became one of us
Here in the corridor of light

The birds are silent by day
It is the life of night
The life of nights
Born from the cries of birds

Once I burned in blazing fire
My eyes stared like flames
My pointed hair caught fire
In the mirror of amber

Where are all the brothers?
A great flood buried the quarter
While well-mannered, decent people
Deliberated at bright window fronts

The cries of the birds turned to
Sand
The birds flew away
I became one of us

Frankie is dead
Dump exploded
K.B. died of an overdose
Evidence seal on the apartment door

Walls remain
Forests are still there
A crow caws from the street sign
Mothers carry children and water

My eyes
Your laughter
A passenger
Beautiful words

Above the stairs lies light
That I’m alive is a miracle
We walk up the stairs
A day turns to evening

The state returns
It was never gone
Forgotten

Forgotten under a garbage heap
In the deep West
Between head and skin

Of soul there is nothing there
Stones and sand
Neon-green acid

The state returns
From the pyramid room
Between wall safe and key rack

The shelves are empty
Because of the resident
Who dwells in the head of the West
Though the pyramid room was built in
The East of the skylines

Below the pyramid room
An avenue
Through it he wound his way
To ceaselessly get things done
Ceaselessly

The state returns
It firmly refuses the
Refusal of life

The state is back again
Down with the past
It remains a red door
Fading

The pyramid room
The state
My body goes to ground
The children stand around it
Silent
Counting
Illuminated

The state

All battles have been fought
A red door remains
The pyramid room
The state

Will you stay until the end?
Be here at the breaking of day —
Writing

Because the flood has passed
Virgins have died out
Swamps have claimed the land

Stay until the end
The night is a Roman
Trade mirrors for embers
Sway on ponds of sunglasses
In a picture frame of lies
So that planets may be born

So it will have been
Yes
Everything is fine
Creatures trample beds

Kingdom of truth
Thieves from the blood of angels
Hands cleansing soiled hands
Here the water is clear
It is fragrant

We are dying
We show no fear
Give me your hands
So I may cleanse them

At the edge of the green stillness
Where children hop in circles
Glowing dragonflies all around

My daughter among them
Her heart inside my eyes
My eyes guarding her heart

Cut from you
Like the cord from the navel

You are close to me
Your songs drift through dreams
You are wind
I am storm

Where are you?
Today the South thundered
Far from Moses’ tower blocks
Cold heart
A head made of stones

Statue of a desert child
Board before the face
Born of mirages
A life made of illusions

Blind and deaf and mute

Where are you, my child?
I miss you
I want to hold you in my warmth

I miss you

Fear slips from glaciers of
Childhood
Where a film was once shot
Just a dream

I spit blood
In the face of screaming apes
I am not one of you
Do you want to take me in?

A clock was stolen by a boy
Who came from the ice’s light
An eternal prehistoric glow
Born of the dead

Fear came back to us
Not to Ashima
Not to Branco’s doghouse
But it came back

Do you come from the eyes of the crocodile?
That lurks on the windowsill
In the east of the city
Away from the gardens

Near a safe
Where a note is hidden
Protected from the eyes of the uninitiated
The safe belongs to whisperers

They stand in circles
Circles of love and envy
They open restaurants everywhere
Are you one of their children?

They are secretive
You are often silent
Do you belong to them?
The crocodile belongs to me

24/7 with its mouth wide open
Where a colossus and his son live
In the east, away from the gardens
Separated from the bottom of the sea

Who are you?
I think
I would love you
If I knew you

That’s the problem, you say
For the first time, you lift your head
Break your silence
Wanting to understand everything, you say with a sigh

That sentence dissolves everything
You and me
The whisperers in their circle
The maw of the crocodile

In the evening I will pray
To receive answers
My thoughts are stained
That’s why I search for truth

The crocodile sleeps
East has become west
Day to night
Good night my love
Sleep well

I will stand guard in your dreams
Anyone who disturbs you will be destroyed by me
Now you have a protector
Sleep well, my angel

The winds drift through the heart
Bodies made of tattoos
People in a jungle of masks

Masks of past lives
Like Makabaja
Branko and Ashima Abraham

The journey begins in a droplet
Where people practice forgetting
Because they have mastered stillness

Stations full of silence
Shadows and cool glass
Sounds in memories

On walls stand punctuation marks
A sick man wrote them in blood
There are no children here anymore

The time of wars is over
From the storms of madness grew
A good tree reaching toward the light

From the storms of madness grew
A tree into the light

The Seven's Gone
We spilled out of basement crawlspaces
Where we’d been hiding
Like alley cats in daylight

The Seven was floating in the water
Near Moses’ apartment blocks
Cops were digging through basements
Looking for his sketches

The Seven jotted something down
While broken-hearted men
Ran the corners
Day in, day out

It’s been seven years
Since the Seven got stuffed
In some college kid’s backpack
He’s been sleeping through it

But the basements stayed wide open
Moses ripped off every hatch
The cops are long gone
And that endless water keeps on flowing

No Problem
From the garden of restraint
I come
My path is made of dust

No problem
The tiger rests in my lap
Fingers circle over furrowed brows
The beast snores

No problem
Everywhere phantoms eavesdrop on us
Their grimaces are black and lonely
They remain silent

No problem
Earlier a sunbeam wrote to me
A stateless person
She fights

This path is made of dust
And I am no one
Of the described
Forever in the chamber of pyramids

Bounty from ‘99
Millennium-bound
Before the red statues

Born in a voice
From deep dark swamps where
The hand of the Unreachable reigns

Clock at 8:38 PM
Placeless
With the old child

Made of rage
Because a vase in a dream
Shattered by the screaming crone

Clubhouse 77
Love-estranged
In Ali’s trauma

Did waking on a wave feel too
Hectic?
Yet you dreamt of the sea

I want to carry you into the water, to the
Edge
There we’ll leap off the Earth

I wish you were here to
Rejoice!
For we have been set free

There’s every reason to celebrate, to
Revel
Lay yourself in my hands

Lay yourself between the lines of my palms, to
Travel
You won’t fall asleep

Restlessness will reign until the
Land of Waves
In the water, you will sleep deeply

Little maple trees on the path to
Earth
Water will rock you like a womb

Count the waves, my child
Feel the salt on your skin
The cool winds
At the threshold of the Earth

Smell the salt, my child
Paint the waves
Speak words made of wind
At the treshold of the Earth

I saw the end of the wind
In a loop of memories
Buried beneath countless pyramids

In the writer’s chamber
Where bloodhounds lick marble spit
Trapped in the cage of moons

Senseless, aimless, hopeless
Yet children are born there
Uncertain at the dawn of life

Isolated
Enclosed by the fur of bloodhounds
Who gently cleanse them

That delights the newborns
They smile and dance
Meanwhile the bloodhounds sleep

Always with one eye open
To guard the newborns
So they may grow within the chamber

On their birthdays, pyramids crumble
So that a new realm may rise
So that a new realm may rise

Oh, so: pain or heaven?
Rain or baptism?
Cement mixer or Eden?

Dwarves burn
In the storm of life
Mouths glow red

None from here
None of you
One of us

Ghosts became heroes
In the ash-rain of misery
Risen for us

On ancient, cursed ground
Where the same ones always sit
Drinking tea of cold comfort

The pull equals the cold
To clarify, I fall silent
My silence is ice-blue
I renounce the light

This coat is made of lead
The weight of millennia
Patina and dignity
The dark woman spoke without words

In the sun of the red avenue
Her teeth cast glaring light
Onto the dusk
A moment gone is now

The choirs sing in the fog
Where an angry child screams
It throws trash endlessly
In the face of sorrowful angels

Because the beasts have come
Mute curses beneath face masks
In great heat
On days of drought

I will not forget you
You wrote through me
We are and remain twins
In the forest of cold

I love you
Give me your light
The future is a station
At the end of many stations

Redemption and Truth and Dirt
Haze in the pyramid room
A writer once lived here
Long ago

Many years past
To write down prayers
Prayers for the future
On empty pages

Lies wandered through the room
Silent and domineering
In a room of a thousand rooms
Doorless secrets

The writer belonged there
Before she died
In ice-cold winter walls
Staring through fogged-up panes

So words could arise from nothing
At the table of white sheets
Where the dead sat
Mouths agape, speaking silently

Only the best!
Messages from Istanbul
Prayers in the water
On the shore of pyramids

But it was only a dream
Redemption
Truth
Dirt

Beyond the crossroads
Where sisters shape their songs
By the forsaken house
Where children wait beneath the beds

The age of palaces is gone
All was broken
That something new may rise
Where mothers seek their songs

Stories fell into silence
Through nights that would not hear
When fathers broke the hearts
In madness

Some were taken
Others stayed behind
To walk the empty tracks
And seek the songs once sung

While trains rest in the dark
Where the dead juggle stars
To become songs
Songs of the crossroads

Once again
Give me that blanket
A blanket made of feelings

Once again
I was wrecked
Under car carcasses

Once again
I pushed through
Now I’m the one left behind

Stars took my place
Nesting in oil slicks
Mad words screamed from the smog

Sick ones lurking everywhere
Some drove Lamborghinis
A hell in shimmering colors

Once again
I melt inside daydreams
Dripping sweat

Nothing against the heatwave winter
Alpha Motel Overdose
Four words

For the first time
Please let me live
For the last time:
Let me live, please

Despair killed on sight
The pride of the ice-heart
For the last time
The ice-heart melted

He Counted Past Life
Devoured colorful bills
Day in, day out
Wounded

Never present
All-consuming
Ruler
Far away

He drifted on floes
Enchanted
One-eighty
A pulse of mosquito skin

Something tore itself apart
In years built on lies
On glossy little pictures
Silence in the midst of screams

Something disappeared
He who counts turned to dust
Where trains ran without aim
Gone

Angels stepped into his place
To be seen and felt
As mortals
Counting

They counted past life
Hid colorful bills
Day in, day out in the angel’s belly
Dazed

Code in pyramids
From dead skin
For the sake of security

Forever secrets
I know the rooms
At the end of the avenue

Constantly resurfacing
A sea of benches
Reflected in loud echoes

The violinist passed by
In the breath of a panda
Painted with blue makeup

Thus ends a morning
So that red nights may follow
Full of monkeys!

I do not belong here
Am not one of you
Addicted to attention

The mirrors are ready
In an army of pregnant women
Who shatter the mirror glass

Thus fresh skin is born
As every day is new
Perhaps security

Behind the hatch
Wide as a country
Familiar
38 souls close by

Behind the hatch
The child's face
In flowing water
A chrome-colored mirror

Behind the hatch
Kingdom of pain
Factories from memories
Dreams in avalanches

Behind the hatch
The child murmurs in sleep
It kicks
Avalanches thunder over rock

Behind the hatch
Heavenly peace
Cleansed hearts
Clear streams

Behind the hatch
Silent yet telling
Faces glitter golden
Familiar rejection

Sunlight and Cobwebs
Bars on the windows
Men search for tobacco crumbs
2022 Spider-Men

The greatest battle is against ourselves
Trains shatter words
Crashing over tracks like bombs
Doors close

A door opens
As Koreans fight to the bone
The doorbell rings shrill
2021 Spider-Men dead
One Spider-Man remained

On this one-of-a-kind day
That will never come again
The spider sleeps by day
In the walls near the forest

In the house of the sensitive plant
Whose leaves can’t bear the
sun
The Koreans scream in pain
Shrill rings the elevator bell

Where is Spider-Man?
In May 2022 he asked for a box
To dance

In the room with barred windows
Where men open cigarette butts
Crouching on the floor, smoking
In sunlight and cobwebs

Here! You receive the full force
Love, kindness, courage
I give you all of myself
I want nothing in return!

Here! Grow beyond yourself
Grow through cracks in stone
Like a plant
Heal the pain

Here! This is the message
We wrote it together
By the mighty sea
Carry it in your heart

Here! These words are for you
Guard them like a mother guards her child
Protect them with your life
Grow all the way to the sky

One day, angels will sing
Who have long been here
Among the living
In the invisible world

Stay! I need your strength
You are my son
We are forever connected
Inseparable like water in the sea

The hatch’s eyes were glowing
Full of cellar lights
Flies whirred through
Out of a timeless thicket

In the thicket of timelessness
These moments existed
Because they are yet to come
Through mouths of stone-throwers

We were hidden in the night
In a crack of the station
Near Branko’s jowls
On a floor strewn with marbles

Glitter children
In search of faith
With red markers
From stairwell to stairwell

But the avenues longed for us
So we moved into the realm of leaves
Through a glowing hatch
Into the pull

A vast pull from yesterday
Full of bear cries
Amidst the glass houses
At the end of the downfall

The skin of the cat
Blood clings to it
Stars disappeared

The skin of the cat
From the death of brothers
Before resurrection

The skin of the cat
From the land of pyramids
Of authors and wall safes

The skin of the cat
Ashima Abraham
Ice in the station

The skin of the cat
Glide!
The light of the demons went out

The skin of the cat
Born between cars
For the light in the heart

The skin of the cat
This is telepathy
Ishmael from the trauma room

The skin of the cat
To rise again and again
To live again and again!

The skin of the cat is ******
Crushed life sticks to it
Take it! It is your dust now

On Your Own
Cold walls of ice
Steel in your eyes
Anger in your heart

On your own
Between silent walls
In front of windows of love
Painted on

On your own
On the train of childhood
Who sets the tracks?
Where did they go?

On your own
Without a steady place
No teddy bear
No shoulder

On your own
The view is quiet
So you change it
For the very first time!

You tear down walls of silence
Shatter painted-on windows
So the steel will melt
Anger turns to love

Open your heart
Come into your land
To the cozy place
Deep inside you

I love you
You are precious
No longer on your own
Never alone again!

At the street corner
Shards or money
Preachers yell at souls

Cats rule monkeys
Monkeys steal shirts
White and shark-collared

Three years have passed
Infinity unmoved
But the preacher is gone

At the street corner
A kingdom of cards
10 out of 10 in high gloss

I swallow nothing anymore
My place is clear
So I strike my name

With the axe of courage
Into the ground of the street corner
To drive out all monkeys

The flag is red
Red is the color of the name
Forever street corner

Feelings of the Night
A night long
Feelings

Hugs of hope
Since youth
Hugs

The wind carried you away
Unreachably far
The wind

Come into my hands
They are so warm
Come

So cold is this world
Glass and concrete
So cold

Our night begins
In silk and spring
Our night

Full of touches
Trust
Love

The ride in the night
Under yellow clouds
Sweet scent
Delicate shoulder blades

9 hours close
Scorpion jackets
Red moments
In the thicket of hope

The leaden casket
Pyramids within
Secretly stored
Worlds of one who has died

Reach me your hand!
So we may conquer the night
Glorious and greedy
Transcending blood and time

You offer me your sting
Untouched
Untouchable
Like a legend

Born in high-rises
On the eternal shores of the North
Encoded
Understood only by the initiated

The poorest stand in circles
Throwing invisible words
You want to catch them
With your sting