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

38 souls away
The shore

Naked lady with huge *******
Her round wettish mouth is open

Snakes were stolen
Tall savages are broken out
Carrying heads
Heads of snakes

Darkness over the land
Black, tenuous threads
Like stitches
Birds warbling evil thoughts

Letting loose
Life is not a race
Red journey
How to let a wish loose?

Rescue ropes hanging from heaven
White cord
Wind is forging shapes from it
Scrawny morning of upheaval

The birds are singing of the savages
Warbling nestling in a snake mouth
Severed; wide open eyes
Letting loose

The rain is forging cloths from air
For the pregnant ones in the asylum
Children of these stubborn days
Living chattering within mirrors

Life is enigma-colored
Described by dead poets
The hands are following the rain
Heads on a throne in the air

Society of Dead Poets
Boys, fellas, fighters
Hands corroded by acid
Here's your ticket

This chase led me into a field of thorns
With a jaguar's velocity
Happening inside my head
In truth I lived in a liar's mouth
All my words were ideas
The ideas obeyed notions
Scared of decisions

I was running into the field of thorns
Passing slowly driving station wagons
All station wagons were white
All station wagons going at walking pace
Therefore they had to be cops
Their cover was inconspicuous
This made them suspicious
My tongue was hanging out of thirst
I stopped and kept walking
So nobody would spot me

The field of thorns reigned the area
The thorns were pricking holes in my leg
Other thorns were harmless
What should I know?
Nothing at all / Didn't ask the cops
Cause they weren't looking at me
Outstanding actors
Cops are actors / city cheetahs
Hunting my jaguar skin
From everywhere I smelled cop blood

The field of thorns fell behind
A wall was mounting up
From a ground of filthy shards
Covered with good, quiet words
So many words!
Somehow infinite/ calming
Mmhh.
I wasn't feeling safe yet
I didn't feel being hunted either
Attagirl!
These words / ensnaring
Like a female's scent
From a very close distance
Lipstip-like
Hmmh

I lost my way
And got into a maze
Made from steel blocks
Where wild fellas get into
Since they forgot being wild

I was ranging through this maze
Belted by an iceblue sky
In truth a sky of ice
Reflections of sterilely white paths
Squished between the steel blocks

I sat down to relax
Just a nap, Max!
One, two, two thousand, three thousand
I slept deeply

Something happened while sleeping
The maze vanished
The steel melted into flames
The ice flew into the ocean
The white paths got blue
I recognized something
A secret
I'm not gonna tell anyone

In the maze

Sunday fully destroyed us
Nothing remained
I was yelling at you
To turn into an echo

Revolving around your face
Like a mosquito
Under the match in a kid's hand
The fire was burning my wings

I stayed dazed at the roadside
In a car I saw your face
Bleeding gently from the lips
A black cat on the chest

Then came sunset
Dark blankets crawling out of chinks
Dancing in front of my broken wings
A sheen was on them

The book of life has been written
With my breath I fill the pages
Walking over the paper of the day
The day that already happened

I'm speaking through a whale's eyes
Stranded before the coast of fate
Amidst chunks of its life
The whale will chocke on the air

Its eye color becomes monochrome
Exhausted
A creature at the end of its life
Squirting a last, scrawny fountain

The water is trickling into the sand
Received by the surf
Carried into the ocean
All this happened already

Fog is permeating the air
My breath became darkgrey
Glimpse of the deceased whale
This is how the book of life ends

The sky is in flames
My heart dried out
Desert of life
Before the doom of the day

I reach out my hand to myself
In the kingdom of mirrors
The air smells like memories
Here I'd often skin myself

To awake in a drain
Among gigantic egg shells
Roaring deluge of water
Fuzzy voices

I will come in the night
To extinguish the burning sky
To water the desert
In the core of the fierce sun

May I look for worms in here?
Do you mind?
Does this land belong to the questions?
Whom do these words belong to?
Where were you during my absence?
Were you missing me?
Did you walk through the valley of tears?
Is this the place where we made love?

What time is it?
Did I cage the time?
What did the mobsters want?
Where were they coming from?
Did my camera irritate them?

Will you be my number one forever?
Is fire in your yellow ocher soul?
Can you steal some flower soil for me?
Is sweetness an agent against concrete?
Where do you come from?
Wanna tell me about the coordinates?

Do you obey the law of silence?
Why aren't you answering?
You belong to the people of mirrors?
Why ain't you talking?
Why?

I emerged after the battle
Before that I hadn't existed
Rested in the belly of a question mark
Surrounded by fog and drought
Dry years were passing by

I was looking out of red windows
Into an eternal, wide, cold emptiness
Iceblue tiles
Iceblue tiles
Iceblue

So I came round
In the melody of a bighearted thunder
Hugging the world in a bighearted way
Thundering benevolence
Then the iceblue tiles vanished
As if they had never existed
The thunder razed them from my memory
To turn into good rain

A good rain was pouring down
To stop the thunder
So the thunder stopped

A baby lay on the battlefield
Sleepy-eyed
A mirror of light in its glimpse
Remotely an iceblue sky
Blanket of water and light

Don't move
Be still
Listen
So you originate
To know who you are