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

Turn to the boss of dreams
Ask for kind wishes
Fly on the sound of stars

Dissolution
Silence
Theft

So that sleep is endless
To lose no more
Because stars hum like gods

Choirs in blue
Concrete in splashes
Invisible handcuffs

The boss of dreams approaches
On a horse made of wishes
In a fog of stardust

We reach each other
On his shoulders
Mighty red shoulders

A light has grown
In me
In you
In us

A light came into the world
In the East
Where gardens bloom
And memories live

A light shines now
Born from silence
Close to the colorful mist
Where skylines rise

This light is for you
I’d like to give it to you
It comes from the heart
From me to you

Lastly the shadow in the eye
Spoken by the sick one
His glances speak

Dream-colored
Dead language
No one belongs to us!

The shadows encircle the sick one
Sweat-soaked his forehead shines
Reflecting ancient beings

We buy up cities!
Conquer entire streets
Victors from ****** battles

Shadows lie in the way
Thus the sick one stumbles
Above him a black sky

We have won!
War of the glass swords
Whisper us one more wish...

But the sick one sleeps
For the next thousand years
A red, true sleep

So far away
Far away
Far

The hyenas came
Saw and conquered
In the filthy whirlpool

Nowhere is there love
Or peace
Or fulfillment

I search for it
And so I fail
The search goes on

At the edge of a cliff
Before the gates of water
Full of silence

So far away
Far away
Far

For the last in life
Born in waiting lines
Standing in lines
Dying in lines

A song began from love
Soundtrack of the forgotten
No time to see
No time to stand still

Life is stress
The clocks called us yesterday
Today phones are screaming
Rush as a code

Their minds heavy with lead
Their eyelids weighed down
And children roam the land
Hating their fathers

So generations die
To become secrets
For the last in life
Born in waiting lines

Thinking is dead!
Time of hearts
Waves of stars

Since the first day
Be silent!
To hear nothing

The faces of thieves wither
The garden shrinks
From trees concrete arose

Then came new people
On a journey toward love
Departure to remain

The night will have passed
On the stubble of the father's beard
Persistent giant

Star-colored waves
I give you my heart
Thinking is dead!

Love of dust
In the glass of the world
For your distances

Love of dust
Hot as desert storms
No man's land was yesterday

Love of dust
Face behind the highway
Between red lights

Love of dust
Before the final second
Veil of hysteria

Love of dust
Fight of a thousand fathers
The suitcases are ready

Love of dust
In the land of the forest
Where the lost ones live

Love of dust
The suitcases are empty
And words become dreams

Love of dust
Poem of the long arrival
38 souls close by

4 x 4 in the red fog
38 of fortune
Scattering trails in the sand
Where children dwell in baracks

The eye glows in the desert light
Endless mirages
Languages overshadow dreams
Wings in constant span

Come to the fortress!
Here are your people
Arriving on the final day
16 in number

Until we reach the cliff
On the red shores
Playful water
Forever

Shreds whirl through the universe
Fears and love
I knew this place before
In the silver light of birth it shone

And angels screamed through the mouths of lions
Their cries flew over the steppe
Over hyenas and vultures
Children and elders
Villages and cities

New flower
In the face of the darkest hour
You descended in the flicker of warm lightning

New eyes
Somewhere they had been left behind
We soared in the face of thunder

To fulfill something
While in the valley the gardens of Eden
Smirked

There are no answers
Least of all to life
Only and solely do moments exist
Moments become instants
From them memories arise

I never abolished the screaming
It simply grew silent around me
So I rested
At home by the fields
Near the river

Yet the valleys remained ever fertile
Always evergreen
In winter even more so

Innocence did not die
Now is just another moment
Shaped from memories

From the black forests of misfortune
Like a vortex
Where storms rage in the eyes of the man
From the ghetto

Forests were cut down
By eternal spirits
Like fireflies henceforth
Impregnating the darkness

These luminous creatures
Someone preserved them
Exactly; for decades
So they could be described

Sparkling eyes!
Stones and guns!
Waves like houses!
The giggling baby
Relief for the beaten
Athlete

To establish a new life
In the community of sick angels
Who speak in hugs
Always and forever holding on
Staying together
They are together

Leaving this place
Turn your back
Disappear

Start anew
Spring
Birthday: 4 x 20 x 20 x 22

Becoming kind
By the light of the woods
Between sun and leaves

Voices
Sirens
Victory

The strong
Healthy
Full of vigor

Find, stay, love
The house will have been waiting
Sunny side south

Trains in the head
Words from balloons
****!

Street of angels
Paved with piano keys
House 38

The hair
City
Towers

Back to the end
Everything at the beginning!
Past in suitcases

Suitcases in basements
Suitcases full of hope
Suitcases

Something personal
From a shell at the world's end
Where colors roar
And the children of the storm dance

Rainbows flow through the sky
Where is the little shell?
It was shaped from memories
From the feelings of dreams

Something innate
To be untainted
Because all seek meaning and joy
Shy and malicious

Now birds draw near
They flew here from the world's end
Their wings turn to shadows
From shadows memories arise

And so all turns dark
Where people sought their shell
Only wasteland remains
Lost in countless books
Written from the remnants of dreams

A world has come to its end

Everywhere the lights are floating
Over the cliffs of downfall
Above the angel’s house
Above us

Everywhere we find a home
A place for us
Everywhere the lights are shining
Everywhere we are home

Everywhere I searched for myself
Through all these years
Only to be met with deaf ears
Everywhere there was darkness

Everywhere I had to scream
Stink, rage, hate
Strike, fall, crawl
Everywhere doors closed before me

I searched for you for so long
Everywhere
Today you lend me an ear
Today you reach out your hand

Everywhere the lights are shining
Everywhere
Everywhere they welcome us now
Everywhere we are home

Other roots
Like phantoms
Born of saltwater

Other roots
Water and sky
Mirrors

Other roots
From wealth to nothingness
Where the forest is

Here take root
Leave the sea behind
Other roots

The gazes are infinitely white
Mortal
Forgiving
Full of bullet juice

The ground has vanished
Buried
In yesterday
Hunters dance around the fire

The glow turned yellow
Unexpectedly
At the corner of shattered glass
By the airport of stars

Innocence returns
Oh God how I miss it!
It always flows around the strength
In the biceps of heavenly gardens

To the detour
Washed through clear water
Where the night is always bright
Where I am loved and desired

Without courage and without hope
White lies
Thieves of the night
You should be ashamed

Blood stains your hands
We all know the truth

We die
We weep
We will never show fear
I was never afraid

Even in my tears
Dwells eternal care
Even in my sorrow
Lives eternal resurrection

Live with courage and give hope
Your lies do not reach me
Your names are made of guilt
Love, courage, hope

Blood on your hands
We all know the truth

Farewell of the loving hands
They drift away in slow motion
You watch them go
Farewell on the platform in the moonlight

In your mind the sun is shining
On the horizon furious gangs rage
Who have lost everything
Who take everything from everyone

The loving hands disappear
Was it just a memory?
A dream on the avenue?
As you floated past walls

Carried by loving hands
Between graffiti-covered old buildings
Whispering of other times
In the fresh scent of a spring morning

Arrival of the loving hands
Slowly they return
You feel them on your skin
In the springtime shade of the avenue

Awakened at the roadside ditch
In the land of the privileged
Soon I can’t take it anymore
The sun burns on my neck

A cross carved into the skin
Tracks of blood into yesterday
Come and see!
Welcome to life hustle

Amidst leeches and gorillas
Carry all you can grab
Whatever isn’t bolted down
Exactly!

Labyrinth of spirals and perfumes
Every scent for free
Beatings from veiled fists
Come along

Don’t be like that
Street sweepers dance in the wind
Bonbons rush through the sky
Come on, grab what you can!

No one leaves empty-handed
Everyone was stripped
By themselves and purely by chance
The market is like the wind

This is the truth
The market is like the wind
Come and see!
On golden houses gorillas crouch

They devour leeches
**** them dry
Until new leeches emerge
To drain the gorillas

The skyline sparkles
Beneath it the red-light district blooming
Come and see!
At the roadside ditch

Hand me the machine gun
My dear angel
The boys are coming soon
You don't wanna let them start

Already they knock on your door
First check the premises
Wipe the floor
Nothing but tiny broken hearts

Forgive 'em their deeds
First there was only talk
Take these before it starts
The red basement keys

You children
We have all the answers
Simple and knowing
On the ******* of good angels

Lost in the maw of the winners

The boys did the work
They're trained
As good as new
They inspecting you

At the end of an avenue
Facing the gates of heaven
Sky-colored gates
Angels sit upon them

Is there a place left
When do you open
This realm is so silent
Soon the boys will come

The angels answer
Their mouths move silently
Fireflies swirl in their wings
Where are the red keys

Over there
Him
Her

That is not me
I walk through walls
Wherever it takes me

Right now I am not here
The moment has passed
In black water

Lightning rain
Songs
Gone

The sick boy set conditions
His father hung up
Back into the sunlight

Where they float over the water
Over there
In the beam of a curse

Surrounded by dancing jewels
Glittering like frost on tracks
As the day broke

Yesterday children stood here
Playing in a foreign tongue
Until the night came

What remained was a haunting
Abandoned houses
Scorched earth

The jewels kept dancing
Shrieking sharply
Black dreams of the spirits

These people you do not know
They stand in the shadow of the Whisperers
All their movements whisper
Their words are made of codes

You are not like them
They stick together
You feel rejected by them
But you have a family

A family of the Kind and the Old
Anyone can belong
No one shall be excluded
This is your family, my son

Forget the Whisperers
Their whispers fade
Their gazes like dust
Their words fell silent

I am here for you
The wind of the Old
The sun of the Kind
The love of your family

Risen from the stream of stars
The dust of the cosmos in your belly
Words full of poems
Lush and fat golden cows
Insatiable, silent
Children of the sandstorm
War of notes and stamps
The blood-red seal

Your life is an invention
And so you awaken
In the soul of an invention
Helpless and raging
****** and reeking
Head into the wall
Forehead against glass

Shard dust
This day is made of glass
Red, vast, built from many inventions
Shaped by your wishes
By the wishes of those who remained
Who have stayed
On the day of inventions
Week of the breathing ones
Month of euphoria
Years are thus milked
On the day of inventions
To cool your bleeding forehead
To heal your rage
To still your search

You are good, and I love you
I love you dearly
Electricity crackles between us
From the gardens of arrival
Here, trees bloom blue

Below, a clear stream
From the earth to the stars
And back
Into your shining gaze
For your light
On the day of the inventions

Thieves in the night of lies
White lies love lies
There was a blaze in the day
We die in the sun

Astronauts have disappeared
Like 13-year-olds from ghettos
Mute owls wave from fences
Fire wheels line vast roads

In our tears birth slumbers
Ancient dreams of salt and greed
Blue tongues hiss in the spray
Among the men of foam

There is no fear in love
Though wide-open eyes
Suggest the opposite
***** it! Wholecars! Prank buzzing!

The Holy ****** is a child of the night
The red shores swim in memories
No one bears guilt
Dazzling white shirts; shark collars

Forever drawn to the horizon
Vanished
In their place came wild apes
Screaming, bleeding, countless packs

Under a sky of green butterflies
White lies
The apes sweep across the land
Forever drawn to the horizon

Forgotten
On a red morning in nothingness
Forgotten
Before the great gates of heaven
Forgotten
Where once I loved
Where once I laughed

Forgotten
Forgotten when and where
Between the barriers of regret
Guided by the lion’s call

Fearless against forgetting
Fighters against forgetting
Never remain lying in sorrow

Rise against forgetting
Dance against forgetting
Roar the worries into oblivion!

Youth is crumpled paper
Torn apart by the muscles of rage
Forgotten

Forgotten
Under the cold light of day
Forgotten
In the words of the Redeemer
Forgotten
So that I may love again
So that I may laugh again

Past the dead train of existence
Born for a journey
Always onward
Endless unbroken

Their eyes are made of buttons
Their mouths are gray as fog
They crouch on machines
Driven by the blood of their dreams

By the tracks of dust
A world of endless ruin
Amidst bustling travelers
Chattering plotting their goals

In the vast hall of life
Between crosses and screens
The hours flutter by
In darkened cracks eagles are waiting

By the tracks of dust
On the shores of empty trains
Where old years rush like echoes
By the tracks of dust

Follow us to the stars
Silent black strong
The children’s universe sparkles
In the dust of memories

Eden upon the bear's shoulders
Giggling and regal
Undiscovered by fear
Sheltered in the light of kindness

Nothing destroys this!
38 souls close by
38 years away
In a sea of sand and stones

Where a path began
For a span of time
Precisely planned
Mysterious

I don't believe in it
Tears from the balcony
These children are a curse
In the belly of the universe

I'm not afraid
Even if they laugh through their teeth
Back to the black cloud
You know where

Read the words
They dissolve in the aquarium
You best shut yo' mouth
Louis Ortgies is dead

Never played the fool
Bone-Bobby sunglasses
Lorenz shining in the West
Once he turned into a flicker

Terraces burned down
The stray dogs just watched
Uninvolved and alert
And so something vanished

In the belly of the universe
Born of children's curses
From the balcony of tears
That’s what I believe in

In the air her shape dissolves
Had she always been but a mirage

She grew with stones pressed to her brow
Beneath the blazing steppe

A crossroads of mirage and mist
Restless through both day and night

Until spirits took her in their care
To free her from her waking dreams

At the crossing of the stars
In a chamber of endless chambers

Far away from the promenade of fame
In the land of beaten strays

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.