It was way back
My leave from home
I left some doors behind
Can't remember clearly

I remember a garden
Garden of dreams
Females sleeping in the fog
Nightcolored hair



Until the fat men were coming
In a red ride
To buy my home
Gold swinging from their *****
Scratching their bellies
Taciturn
Reading a contract
Until one of them rose
Producing a fountain pen

Clenching his left fist
The fist was a meatball
He signed the contract
Someone hold out his hand
The fat man ignored it
Placidly he put the pen away
Yawned and scratched his *****



A home was sold
Changed
Magnified
Passed on
Miscalculated
Lost
Forgotten

I burnt money
After escaping the valley
To scream at a fire
To scream at the flames

Down in the valley a few heard me
I was standing too far away
I heard the ones hearing me sighing
Clearly I heard them sighing

That was it
I screamed cause I wanted to listen
So I didn't hear anything
The fire was blazing fiercely

Flames were dancing up on me
I didn't sense the heat
I was taken in by my screaming
Screams occupied my spirit

Hmmh
Tired of screaming I fell asleep
In the valley mothers were singing
Orange lights glowing warmly

Chant whirred in the night
I slept deeply
The voices soaked into my body
That was good

The next morning I was cold
The fire had burnt to ashes
Wind carried the ash to the valley
The money was gone

I didn't want to scream anymore
I gave up screaming
A new day began in the valley
Mothers hauling children

Is this the tunnel among tunnels?
Long since I heard of a tunnel
Located in the stomach of tunnels
Reachable via the flat ocean

People only say good things about it
I should say: About this place
Although a tunnel leads to a place
Broken angels dwell in the tunnels

In times past they recovered here
Today they survive in the tunnels
In quest of wings they stayed
Baffled because of their new life

Life vanishes inside the tunnels
Out of it new life originates
Look I live in one of these tunnels
My wife is building a nest from pillows

Angels pass by every day
Their faces are full of wounds
Their clothing smells like stars
Gradually I feel at home

Located in the stomach of tunnels
Reachable via a black outer space
I will die here one day
Dying in the tunnel of eyes and light

I can fly
Over there a moment is being buried
In the wink of a newborn
The child is blind

I can fly
Over there people of stars are marching
Across the street of wings
The stars are burning

I can fly
Above the buried moment
Like an angel of love
Just for you

I can fly
Above the streets of stars
Like a dying nation
It belongs to you

I'm from the garish hideout
From the land of garish ghosts
First one of a love assassination
Last one on your friend's list
I build depth to rush
The speed of life is blight

Don't wanna figure it out
Cause my origin is 38
Nobody lives at the beach
I relax in the waves and the clouds

Reincarnation was promised to me
If I give my ******* love
For that I receive real peace
I build depth to rush

You came to stay
But I can't hear your language
Cause I lie in the bay of an eight
Life is a shell
I give you huge love
Yesterday I was ready for the bang
So lights ascended within me
To impregnate my words
By no means everyone is a friend
I don't have any enemies

Wave or cloud?

I am drawing the sign of a smile
Seclusion lies in your dimples
An export from the land of the wild kids

I am from the land of the wild kids
As a child I despised the world
I deceived and lied to grown-ups

That is my origin
I feared the day of my youth
So I ignored my growth
Locked myself in a hard shell
Buried the key behind my heart

So that nobody would spot me
That's how I ruled the land of the wild kids
When fighting my skin was ripped open
New skin was growing; I was grinning
I stored layers of my skin

I never let go of anything; I was growing claws
Then a new day came
The wild kids had grown up
Scattered in the winds of separation
A light was shining on my lips
This light was reminding me of something
So I awoke; decades had past

Now I see light on your face
I named you Eden
Cause you're a garden of calm

I am putting confidence in your hands
Take it between your fingertips
It's the confidence of solitary decades
I am from the land of solitude
A land behind the gaps of secrets
There I lay in a bed of fog
Folding my hands

I folded my hands in the bed of fog
A voice coming from the speaker
The voice implored me
A high and clear voice
This voice stood up against death

I folded my hands against dying
In a puddle of poisoned dreams
Leeches were swimming inside the puddle
Close to my fleshy lids

The voice was speaking clear words
In a good and strong language
This language described a light
The green and naked light of birth
Words dropping down as mother blood
Dripping inside my dying mouth

Certainly this made me laugh
I was laughing like life's first day
Such a thorough and naked laughter
Among the blood of clear words

That day I came into the world

Everything evolves from awakening
Thus a dream is beginning
A dream made of love and lights
A dream for all my children
I am the father of cries
Father of dreams and lights
Faithful father of dreams

Pass me the bowl of awakening
Uncountable words are in this bowl
Spoken by the deceased Welshman
A gentleman of courage and light
A gentleman for the children's voices
Who stemmed from my dreams
To die in the lap of my love
To recur in a dream
Dream of dead and colorful words
Spoken by children

I feed the nation of resentment with love
Because I was born in a dream
In this dream benevolence triumphs
Benevolence of love and lights
Words live under my skin
Spoken by a dead Welshman
Constituted of love and lights
To deliver the nation of resentment

I was born in a dream
Dream of love for my children
Who sleep in the streets
Vanishing under the colorful sun
Crying and grinning and raging
The children came inside my dream
Dream of love and lights
Words under my skin
Spoken by a deceased Welshman

Free of remorse is my promise
Consisting of my dream's lights
My children wrote it down
Under the walls of oblivion
Below my parent's graves
Where my children were sobbing
The children's tears became words
Languages evolved from these words
Wandering over the planet
Among the mouths of dreams
Children yelled the words into the sea
Where they vanished in the waves
Thus a dream was beginning
A dream of love and lights
A dream by the father of cries
A dream for the goodness of my children

Every time I stop existing
While closing my eyes
In another life we're lovers
I took care of everything
Chastened the sick angels
Nobody crawls over this endless street
Ninetynine white birds
My undershirt's made of iron
Sweat is silver for the love

So I elevate you easily
Under the horizon of dunes
I came yesterday morning
From the land of guilt
Where heads roll like super *****

I got here yesterday morning
From the land of gulit
Red balloons were destroyed
Tunnels lead to tunnels
I'm writing in an iron undershirt
So you'll be reading about escapades
I'm alive for your life of reading

All is been taken care of
Reddish clouds are gonna yawn
Between midnight and dawn
Lukewarm seawater early in the morning
Tiredly you are giggling
Exhaustedly you're falling asleep

I saw the end of the wind
In a loop of time and dreams
For the birth of the benevolent
The love in a balloon's belly button
Between fingertip and string
In the grin of a canned child
Who is a belthead
Who ran through deserts
Among fathers and mirages
To pick up desert and water
To forget the sand and the water

I impregnated the end of the wind
With the cludgel of avarice
My head was bursting in wishes
I would spot demons made of gold
Dancing through the channels of future
Dressed in the loss of real love

I saw the end of love
Amid a chaos of winds
Within the fathers of mirages
Blown through the lips of the flying ones
In a mesh of tunnels
Tunnels are good for the dawn
The people of broken angels recover there
Come into my hug of winds
Deserts and waters belong to the wind
I got love for the luggage of your dreams
Red, round, real, racing, ripe love

Get me out of this hell!
Blood running down from walls
Sick angels dying in meat
Their wings are burning
Living for one second
In a sunken drawer
By the forehead of water marbles
The day falls into moments
While you're standing at a fence
A red glistening on the neck
Truly honored and truly degraded
Beat me up with your wings!

The thick finger on your lips
Your saliva is silk-colored
The angels recovered in a red night
In the channels of olive-green waters
Star-painted toenails
Engaged in discussions
Keep me in your wings


Lead me to the paradise of Eden
To breach heaven's wall
Back of the blood
I emerged in a crow; I became silence
Evanescence is good for the night
Walls and dungeons are dreams
I have no idea about that
At night you wake me up
Fragrant as the flowers of Eden
The snake becomes a giant

Let Me Sign!

Prepare the contract
I am a fat vulture
Heavy from the garbage of money
Flesh is gleaming in the mirror
The flesh of my songs
So I walk pregnant
Rs and bs hanging down
No one saw it coming

Let me sign!
Loads of flesh are steaming
In the haze of my songs mmh

Come into my womb!
You depend on my stench
I live by the night-colored gate
The pregnancy takes time

Don't jump the gun. Ever!
Draw the contract up
In the shade of the pine leaves
At some point I wrote on them
So you would track us

Let me sign!
With an aquarian's blood
All ****** were killed in action. Do listen!

Let me sign!
Paint the contract with your hair
Trace visions in it
Visions of a sick angel
Who came to Earth for bliss
Getting jumped by vultures
Hounded through nights
Abandoned in the rain
Reborn as a balloon

My arms are wide open
Receptive for paradise breath
Addicted to vultures
Their long tails are tongues
Hissing like fire at the horizon
I came and yet crushed the embers
Do listen!

Let me sign. Tonight.
With the blood of the aquarian.
Do listen! Chimpanzees reign our planet
Wearing golden tie pins
All chimpanzees are bawling

Let me sign!

I will return here one day
To dig out my bones from the grass
I buried nails and pens and books
Together with a lion's claw

Bloodsuckers hide beneath my bed
In clouds of dust and fumes
I hear their panting in the deep night
On my chest a cat is sleeping

The cat is slowing my heartbeat
Come sunrise monkeys will fly
Leaving pennies in my eyes
Meeting her good kids in the sky

I will return here one day
To dig out my bones from the grass
I buried nails and pens and dreams
Together with the wings of a seagull

I built this maze for us
Now we are straying through it
A kid's hollering guiding us
A pitchwoman or hide and seek?

Numbers drift through blood
Among exclusive glass fragments
Splinters in a diamond's reflection
The hollering kid hauling torches

Yesterday the lake's bottom raged
Since then we hear a gentle silence
A little girl from paradise
Hollering with a grin:

Gimme a part from the maze!
That's basically already mine
I do love the maze so much
I want to keep the maze forever!

We don't hear that anymore
Deeply straining through thorns
The girl's voice is vanishing
In the freezing night wind

Then I spot your eyes in the gravel
Glistening among black stones
Diamonds from glass fragments
At the shore of the silent lake

I grew up in the corset of fear
Among bitterly poor actors
Who used to get high on words
In rooms with colorful walls

Nobody watched me walking
So I used to walk all day long
The actors slept at day
I often stroke their hair

Until the moon of life was rising
The actors got up
Chatting in the kitchen
Coffee and cigarettes

Stage plays filled their shelves
Peoples of envy and goodness
Names dripping from paper
On the actors' tongues

Mob of rage and love
I wanted to be an actor
Searched their hair
To find a life's dream

The actors were gently snoring
Asleep they belonged together
Their sleep obeyed a rhythm
So I laid down between them

To awake in a fortress
Grey and barren rocks
Cold wind whistling
Mountains and avalanches

This was a lonely place
Nowhere a sign of life
The actors were lacking
I wanted to be like them

Long since the actors died
I preserve their hair
In the fortress of my wishes
Mountains and avalanches

A red path leads to our cave
To a secluded place
Far from everything forgiven
The cave surmounts the sea

Years ago I built it from stone
So you'd place pictures there
Left behind my odor
Among your ***** hair

The cave grew into our lives
Our children were born
The cave is located in Eden
Between sea and heaven

I didn't sense that
So I resisted the cave
Therefore I destroyed our cave
Burnt your hair

You remained in the debris
To rebuild the cave
Soon it smelled of flowers
Friendly with life

Meanwhile I searched the sea
Diving through bitter saltwater
At night it was freezing
Remotely our cave was glowing

Defiantly I was yelling in the sea
Since I wanted to be a great god
Triumphing over the sea
Until I stopped breathing

So I awoke on rocks
The sea was yelling brutally
Blood in my mouth
I had lost this battle

Finally I gave up
Half dead on the ground
Looking at the cave
Our cave by the sea

Slide to the last red island
Beach under rainbows
By the dragon of self interest
Who unhurried spits fire

Slide between my words
I'll carry you to this island
The real red island
In the heat of my quest

Slide down by my side
To my bellybutton's land
The huge red island
In the terror of fragrance

Slide with me into life
I'm staying at this place
I stayed on this island
In dreams and memories

Slide into the sea for me
Sea in front of our island
Sea of souls
Slide there under me

Slide like the train of life
Greedily the dragon sips fire
Slide with me into the life train
Violently hurtling through the light

Slide! The island is yelling! Slide!
The dragon ruins the rainbows
Slide! Jump into life!
The raging island gets silent

I came into the world in a dream
To awake amid a storm
Red leaves flying around
Storm in my breath

Everything wanted to dream
Of an Edenic place
Refuge of a dateless self
Among shattered mirrors

Full of dust I was dwelling
Deep darkness
Sprayed walls
Dirt under my nails

Eden in front of the windows
Impregnated by lights and rich
In the garbage I was dwelling
Apart from hope

Iridescent Eden
Remotely nearby
A bell was ringing
The journey began

I smashed the mirrors
I smashed the walls
Cleaned my nails
Washed my face in the sea

To awake at a shore
Between colorful birds
Singing a song of freedom
In this dream I fell asleep

Through the loop of time
Hereby I am disappearing
In here I am sinking
My death was a birth

I sat in a fly's eye
Like in a bathtub
Flew around waters
A quest for innocence

The walls were opening
Ancient voices talking
The fly buzzing day and night
I jumped out of her eye

To the bottom of a lake
Deep below all words
Where the ancients died
A death like a birth

I stay on that bottom
Among stubborn fishs
The light of life shines
In the color of innocence

Melt my icy heart
Remove it from the loop of fear
I'm itching because of the heat
Although it's bitter cold

I gotta *****
Memories are gone
My body goes to the floor
Melt my icy heart

Wake me up for the arrival
My curls are dying
This becomes a new start
Melt my icy heart

Kids are yelling in the alleys
Tagging walls with colors
Writing names in a new way
To hide from glances

Melt my icy heart
The kids are locking theirs
Is this the arrival?
Melt my icy heart

Home is a smile in the face
Home is your dearest dream
Home is in your mom's dish
Home is for you and her and him

Home is in your child's voice
At home I'm gonna be tonight
Home is my birthplace
At home I'm gonna sleep tonight

Gimme a wide grin
Gimme fruit and cream
Giving you a house of stars
You gonna call that a home

The sirens hushed long since
In my head they're screaming
I gotta go and drop something
So I can keep my home

By day I walk through alleys
Incessantly I do things
To live consistently and good
Finding soil for a home

I emerged from a light
The light you been carrying
Light shining ever within us
Obscured by old words

Light of several languages
Melded with colorful names
My birthday is on the walls
Among deep bullet holes

Bring my light back to me!
In the gutter it shall burn
Burning like scars in the face
I am bringing my light to you

The light's name is within me
Hidden in the bog of feelings
Pitch dark bog of feelings
Light never burns there

Many people went to its bottom
Thought a lot of themselves
These people were like me
The feeling's bog gulped them

I will not go to this place
Staying inside of my name
To fill it with lights
To discover love within me

A stranger was crouching down
On a sun-filled day
Among parking cars
In front of the skyline's ravines

The stranger was picking something up
Encompassing it with his hands
He was raising his head
A smile of benevolence

The stranger was still smiling
Soon lowering his head
Towards his opened hands
Swiftly a bird was flying out

Ascending into the air
Where it used to fly around
Alone but not lonely
Until it met its kind

A swarm of colorful and swift birds
Flying around as it did
United they were now flying
In the sky made of freedom

The stranger was gone
In the skyline's ravines
I remained among the cars
Under the sky made of freedom

A lion escaping from his cage
Under the golden floodlights
Among screams of the curious
To get out of their eyes

Stars have disembarked
To scatter glistening dust
Filling gloom with happiness
Earth is an altered place

Rays wandering above the city
Concealed in the doves' blinking
Everything evolves from awakening
Thus a dream is beginning

A man spoke of that yesterday
His light shining in the wheelchair
To carry love to the sick ones
Speaking about awakening

I took his light into my hands
So it got to my skin
His words became fireflies
At night they defuncted

Embrace me with words
Words of a forgotten life
I give you dreams made of words
Words from the red shore

I was born inside of memories
To awake among words
Words of light and dusk
Words in gaps and corners

Protect me with these words
Words surround me all along
Words become words from words
Do you know our birth date?

I transformed this day once
So it became a secret word
Strange to all other words
I lost that word on my way

I was walking the street to hope
Street to the green Land
Behind me trees were burning
Blood was stuck to my hands

I was walking the street to hope
Street to the eternal Land
Leaving behind my alls
In the house of my dying brothers

I was walking the street to hope
Street of the imagined land
Under my feet it was glowing
Gloom was melting and became love

I was walking the street to hope
Street to the land of my quest
Passing walls covered with pictures
Spotting myself on them

The street to hope leads to myself
Street to the land of my soul
Guide me! Show me the truth
On that very street to hope

Look for me in the siren
Cause I was, I am, I stay
Look for me in the mazes
Where I use to write and sleep

You will never find me
I swear to you in a burning oath
Cause I always walk behind you
Grey jacket and murky glimpse

Look for me in the great storm
Between the shreds of screams
Look for me in the debris
I will be a shadow

You will never find me
Cause I watch you walking
A dad watching his little child
You will never find me

How the lights are straying inside
Watching, floating, seeking
In the gaps of inner walls
There the ghost lights are glowing

They are from the red shores
Where I used to bury child's photos
Among the waves of wishes
Ghost lights within my pupil

I swore that I am gonna come
You swore you would stay
An ancient man was our witness
Our oath turned into ghost lights

Welcome to the frantic train of life
The stops are our souls
What is the soul? What is the soul?
Are our souls ghost lights?

I trapped a chimpanzee
To tend it within my chest
For decades it has been waiting
In the thicket of seeking ghost lights

How clear that very moment was
I save it in my memories
To preserve it forever
I forgave myself by the fields

Writing a list at my desk
Unplanned my name was emerging
Put it on paper with quiet courage
How clear that very moment was

I forgave myself in a house by the fields
Where a man used to mumble at night
Another man would yell all day long
How clear the salt of tears tasted

Leaving a trace on the paper
This day was just a day
In my memories I keep it
The clear moment of forgiveness

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste
In the streets the unheard are rioting
Dashing stones into shop windows
Bam! A sound is banging in my ears

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste
At nighttime I will stay home
Kids robbing dreams from boutiques
Leaving behind a **** of blood

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste
Somewhere I'll be waiting for you
Look for me behind cars shot to pieces
In the silent tunnels of the subway

Go placidly! Go!
You're not made for this life
I am coming in peace; Leave in peace!
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste

In front of my face rain is floating
Like frozen in a kind of break
Slow motion for the fallen
Everyone is dying of hunger

In front of my face the sun is lisping
Sounds like decades ago
Kids raving and yelling and raging
Far off from my homeland

In front of my face a dog is yawning
Loafing about and panting
I scent the soul of this dog
Within my dream it is alive

In front of my navel there is a sound
A siren is telling me something
At the red shore of the long arrival
The waves are swallowing her chant

In front of my feet sand is drifting
A smiling face is in the sand
I am this face
The water is washing it away

You know how to find memories?
I am from a place remote
From a quite different world
There I forgot the memories

Sit up and come to me
There is no detour to get home
Just a path made of stars
Strewn by the thieves of light

Find the words in my eyes
I wrote them down way back
Buried in years of waiting
So you finally come to me

Within the gap it's whistling
The whistling wanders through me
Sing to me the song of love
It comes and goes and comes

How silvery your lips are twinkling
A name stands on them
I forgot it long ago
Looking for you

I'm not trying anymore
Tie a scarf over your eyes
Follow! Follow me blindly
Because I became a shepherd

In the valley of memories
Between soil and rainbows
There I could remove the scarf
Vanish in the covert with you

Is this day gonna come?
It passed and you know that
Lies consist of dust
Grab the scarf

How clear that moment is
Fulfilled by a day's hush
Surrounded by grandpa's wrath
Permeated by a child's grin

How clear that moment is
Hold it in your hands for us
Put it into the bowl of instants
Preserve it for our night

How clear that moment is
Sensed it by the red shores
While dancing on pictures
Ahead the ravine of our old life

How clear that moment is
Once I was reborn
In the house of a dying man
To watch a movie there

This moment was not clear to me
I limped to the toilet and I weeped
Without knowing without feelings
Hope was getting into my heart

How clear that moment is
I will not give it away
A living within a bowl
Contained in this moment's heart

In the dark luster of the last arrival
Wrapped in the oblivion of our fathers
Surrounded by false promises
They hemmed the tracks of life

Waiting for the train to return
The train was delayed and didn't come
A swarm of sparrows flying above us
Whistling a song about summer

Spread the light; be the lighthouse!
Shine thoroughly within oblivion
Shine! Shine as bright as a lighthouse
Lead the light through the valley's gorges

I do need your shine urgently
To forget about oblivion
Shine! Shine as strong as a message
Come into my embrace at the tracks

***** a wall behind that wall
Stitch wires made of fear's thoughts
Strive for totally spiky prickles
Polish the cusps of the metal daily

The servants of fear have to be on patrol
Protecting the wall and the wire
Not one dab of audacity must be here
Banned to live in the land of the dabs

That's a new and sheltered existence
Encircled by eternally high walls of wire
I do love these walls prodigiously
Walls are the state of my origin

Although I'm from the garden of flowers
Where in spring the elderberries are fragrant
At night the cats make love there
Where mazes are made of wind

Inside of fear I am free and cheerful
To become more estranged from myself
***** more walls for more walls
Ensure me razor-sharp wire

How the things get further away
Disappearing in the haze of a day
Undressed and bare naked
Trash made of freedom's desires

The vanishing of things remains
I threw up the yesterday
Cause yesterday served it's time
There is no movement in things

Present me a kind of a nightly dance
Move between the clouds
In the veil of everything imaginable
To dissolve with me at dawn

Today's soldiers are very young children
Fighting battles for accolades
Exchanging sweet freedom against things
Giving in to the opinion of strangers

How all the things fade in sheen
Among **** dreams and fear
We watch it or we look away
That's a new repetition

Bring out the last blues of this day
So I'm going to hover through the night
Above the pit of repressed oblivion
Come to me amid hours made of light

We been wasting years of waiting
It's now time for the very escape
To arrive in the shades of our time
Yesterday was just a dream for us

I do need more truth and more love
From love finally evolves more truth
I skinned myself in your eye's glance
To be armored for the cruel day

Got back to life from a long war
While you were standing at the window
A song was flying out of your mouth
To drop down in front of my feet

So I cleaned my lips from the dirt
Remains were sticking to that old skin
Wise man used to call me a boy
Cause I always grinned in combat

Put this day's last blues into me
I'm gonna warp it for our journey
Come and sit down on my wings
Let's leave for a journey through the light

64 hours passed by in a flash, sister
are you tryin' to sing and ****** me?
my hebrew sillables are all-black as bmf
sunset over wondaland, the magic city

residing at excelsior hotel, flowerfull mouth
french rap intro playin' me like harimah
sending me nudes from dubai to wondaland
shaped like a statue, willing, please, pleasure

booked dat ticket, let's go for it, babe
harima is on her way, in the meantime this cleaning lady is flirtatious like crazy, yeeeah her colleague a.k.a. boyfriend ain't working

last night, she gave me an intense glimpse
and her dude was in the same room, yup
so it's time for punishment, seldom signs
alrighty, passing babylon-thru, thruuuuhhh

wondaland keeps me trapped, i can't leave
you gonna see #trance24/7 on most walls
fiends dwell on pathways or they begging
beatdowns, runners, packs, rubix cubies

but on a hill, there is a house and in this
house, there are gangstapoetz, hihaho
in an iris, you might spot our place
simply take note of the... reflections

splinter of existence creepin' thru skin
when judgement day is scarin' ya guys
temples beatin' 888 beats per minute
as dreams of shelter be passin' by

remember merciless bob, the hyena?
used to shoot bullets like rashid stoogie
always mind da project's family tree, b
watts to frankfurt via lima, diz how we be

brothaz, almans, multihood, escalade in chrome
osmans *** some, naber abi, bana parayi ver
you won't survive the massacre of greed
palms grow inside frankfurt's wildlife

GBS, TPB, LA MINA, HOLZI, NORDI, BOKI
dey be too fierce for dem knocko boys
no jammin', silver colts in montenegro
special forces, dejan, heroine, grenades

choki predicted da richness, we be floatin'
ari goldman tower, sandstone, platinum coke
yugos, habibis, moruks, almans, pashto
marokks, habeshas, albans and kurds

man bites dog, anti-traitor, snares
lacerated cable, flashdeath in red and blue
palermo, cosa nostra, secret shipment
da antagonist be chained 'gainst ya brain, bro

we tear up pavements since we rule da planet
massacres, new age, 36ers, crenshaw, headrush
day of vendetta bros, senait forgot how to *** back
street dust be what ya smellin' in da projectz

bent body, similar to deceased city doves
her soul be glintin' among da 5-0 sirens
large scale operation, silverblack corpses
black dots in front of ya eyes, sista

harlem river houses, homeshadows, dough
the ghetto raises fierce and bloodthirsty men
2 for 60, flip it into 90 and mind the cut, kwame
ya peeps gotta eat, and don't forget youse momz

let's build towers from all dem stacks, luv bellywood
our camouflage be immaculate like 90% pure
rides on champagne in times of evil blood
we light up the night and rightfully keep turf

our home be 36 souls away, slums and the hamptons
in the kitchen, da fiend's addiction is boiling
e guitar sounds, we overrun ya people
and don't ya fear jail, we reign institutionz

take a close look at daniel blue: thievin'
tommy's wallet floats thru his garden
camouflage of a secretive spirit, bricks
and daniel does it all for loads of blow

milly meantime desperate since
her square drawings grow into strife
but that's how she acts out, love ya girl
yayo, tho, remains the white magic...

catch my thoughts, old friend, come over
yesterday's enemy, now platin mutants
lay down, relax, breathe deeply, 16 seconds
eagerly governing are kingpins & eagles

feel me in the midst of purple mist
among dusk, dawn, and dusk, 108 hours
insomnia, trance, return, greed, insights
months vanish like hours, but still here

you get me? this is much appreciated
this is a highly desired lifestyle, kiddo
especially when the mouth ironly hurts
and you spot the shadows of memories

fear and sweat, flashin' gear
writin' rapz in hectic, but: yeaaah!
detached paramedics, but: yeeeah!
tizz alive, he and me, didn't die

who am i? will i be a version of me
free from dat ******* of abuse, b?
who would tell you the truth? me?
dunno, demons inside wear masks

they hide, whisper, mouth odor like gas
i'm behind, they passed by, they see,
know and feel dat i'm blind -- what is real?
and what's not? i know diz be god

"good" and "god" are like moon and sun
but if i use, then i run, will forget wise men
and it's bleeding through my eyes when
i'm unable to arise and sling like five men

codes from the land of oblivion
demons sending messages: dey fo'
da trashcan, you may be from aspen,
or a child of da bronx: good remains good

wrongs remain wrongs, stuck in-between
writing songs like cage fighters, man bites
dog, my weapon may be a pen or a glock:
if i do, use, take or abuse drugs: i'll fail

the loft, the jail, the yacht, the hate
hell ain't a snake pit but a desperate living,
shivering, lonely, no homeys, suffering
ignorant and angry, indifferent, cranky

still: a flickering, glimmering, somewhen

rock bottom, i hit it, my addict: i'm wit him
he within' me, steely and sneaky, peace
of ****, b, chasin' the thrill just to **** me
i will be dyin', will be fightin', skies brighten

no bullshittin, johnny weeks, so high,
delusional: "i'm a viking", drugs are unusual
why do i used dem as much dat i felt like
jim carrey as "truman" -- observed, being

followed; diz a good state to be in?
ya know da answer, my friend, shake
your own hand, accept ya name
leave da climate of coldness

diz requires boldness, but ya know what?
the addicted demons hate us like themselves
do not let 'em do dat
lock em in an inner shelf, wit a key

call it as you like, dear friend, i call it
"SELF-LOVE", ooooh boy: what a word,
what a term, your stomach may rage now:
fierce, furious demons being in flames

heaven yeah, let em burn, it's your turn,
put your life into god's hands, soft hands
clean yourself, wash ya hands, the
end of this poem must not be ours


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i am hauling the ruins of war
the haggard ones passing by
fat wrinkles under the chin
they never were, but will be

the haggard ones will be
without having existed, on paper
leaden faces shining silverly
they don't know about existence

from the bazaars of being, they
steal the fruit of red dreams
sometimes they come to us,
walking around in cities, strayed

multiple faces, unrecognizable
a teint, hidden under cornmeal
they are hauling the ruins of war
heads hanging down to the ground

Wondaland, a.k.a. The Magic Metropolis
June 13th, 2021

Esteemed Readers and Writers, Gangstapoets and Hangarounds,

Gangstapoetry proudly declares that CREATION 96 is now the second unit of our Global Movement.

We are welcoming our new members. You are now a part of us. Much Love.

Tizzop


GANGSTAPOETS


**** 13.8  *  MIKEY DA STREETWISE  *  EAZY LEGS *  ADORABLE GREGGIE  *  MONICA MATADORA  *  SLY BOOTYGIRL  *  COLLAPSIN CHAOT  *  THE LADY REVENANT  *  BEEN  *  WOOZY WIZARD  *  TELLY  *  CRATERSKATER  *  CHEYENNE IS STARVIN  *  CASPER THE PSYCHOTIC GHOST 


GANGSTAPOETS


DESERT SAMURAI  *  PRESTON  *  ALBOW  *  SNOWBLADE  MUTANT  *  SAMBA  * 
UNKLE OF DOOM  *  PLAY  *  ANTWONE  * 
BOBBY BUTCHAH  *  TINA  *  JOEY  *  DREAM SEEKER  *  TRANCE DISCIPLE  *
*  MOTH  *  DR. ****  *  KOBA COBRATONGUE 


GANGSTAPOETS


SVETLANA  *  GUNJAHTOOL  *  LOUIS ORTGIES  *  MISHU BRAVE BEAR  *  GÖKHAN TATCHOUOP  *  DESOCIALIZED KID  *  WIND DIGGER  *  SABIÇ  * JUAN  * DEAL  *  LUCY TARANTULA  *  TEXAS HOLD ME  *  SOUTHSIDE DRILL ASSASIN  *  SHAWN  *  JAMMED JAY 



GANGSTAPOETS


THCO  *  TIMMY ROTTEN  *  PLATIN ZIPPO  *  WORLDWIDE WAGGING  *  ZOMBIE NEIGHBOR  *  BUTCH  *  KWAME'S LOST SON  *  TRANCE24/7  * JIMMY  *  JOSE, FELIPE & CATHERINE  * LAST OPTION PHIL  *  KIAN  *  MAX NEWMAN  *  MAGIC GOON

mighty children of wondaland:

blessed be metropolis, blessed be you
we are witnessing a day of change
sunrays shine on addicts and pushers
dawn dissolves into dust and trance

the streets are flooded by disciples
in packs, they are chasing rainbows
moon man, thco, fabienne male dog
ghosts of the past glow in their eyes

none of 'em will you find, they find you
mob of shadow faces, untraceable
the scent of humans betrays them
round corners, pink hoes, fat **** frank

just call da man who knows his uncle
relate to tizz, all best to his family
but don't watch him carefully, kin
isn't always what ya expect, tho'

i burned holes in my skin to taste god
meanwhile, rotten kids killed rich kids
the income gap matters, my old friend
may the esteemed reader decide at night

24/7 trance and insomnia, you feel me?
regardless of your background & race
regardless of your ****** identity & age
the movement is booming and global

glimpse of repressed desires, in rain
as i met dominique northstar on a platform
life trains passing by in slow motion
and we are smiling at each other

end of existence's hectic, silver heaven
leaves flying around her head, swooshing
two hours later, her sounds, my *******
and we talk endlessly, films, food, songs

the following weeks are waves in our souls
we don't sleep with each other, but laugh
in times of hunger are we gathering greed
a massage here, a soft embrace there

northstar starts to glow more often
one day, she wears a darkyellow blouse
telling me about it, throwing tender codes
and i catch them, and we get closer

sleeping with you is wordless, dominique
last night i dreamt, you would write to me...

wondaland verses, 3 am, sliding thru fog
don't judge me, us, dem goons, eazy legs
mikey, coba cobrahead, **** 13.8, trisha
young are our martyrs, hyped my moves

burning shoes, raging thoughts, mad luv
veni, vidi, vici, viciously beatin em down
brothas and sistas, thank you all for coming
dusk creates nights of lambos and revenge

hihaho, the drumset drowns in dark water
monica matadora, deal, trance disciple
as glossywhite as onyxblack are the rocks
and gems in the voltgreen bottega bag

wondaland verses from the gp heritage
roots and boost of gangsta poetry, yeeeah

stuck between pride and ****** mood
lurid lights, laughter, ladies, lively lips
we are 96 souls away from the magic
and we nevah wake up or get up, nope

i swear on my momma's grave and pray
may she rest in peace with good ghosts
wise man told me to wear a black suit
me, tho', forgot if i did so, can't help it

was i trippin from dawn to dusk again
probably but ya gotta triple that time
and consider the weirdness of my speech
dem words stumble other words upon

meanwhile me and milly made luv to luv
luv laid back like rasta villages, jah songs
she's spreading her legs and licking
13.8, worship the fountain, that's basic

gangsta poetess & burglar, membah 108
while meetin milly, i imagine her naked
64 minutes later, lolling on silver satin
the lips such big perfect matches

by the end of the day we float over glaciers
our months vanish within a few days
hihaho, tickling trip, totally toony, truly
milly and tizzy equals eccentric & woozy

steering dreams, mysterious mixtures
golden goblets, served on light tables
we falling into the floor, a voltgreen maze
wondaland's gardens, we reach 'em

frozen loops of yummy yearning, yeeeah
all dem blankets and pillows, hundreds
in a bed spacious like a football field
a quarter of milly's back is my tattoo

parking lot at 4:16 am, 24 k bracelet
gotta look at it under the light of the sun
reminds one of eazy legs & adorable greg
we come, observe, read, blast and leave

stuck with mental blankness, in limbo
block party of creation 96, 2056 souls
oh my, sweaty forehead, i'm so cold
burning bloodshed, beasting bloodbath

marriage of mystery and skyline tales
sparkling are the eyes of yayo vampires
8 days awake, bangin in sky dunes
schmock, dinosaur, sole talker

sugar hill, broken glass on the ground
splinters of daily folks, corners and tails
keys to the underworld, raise or fall
banging sounds in a goon's cough

fences, sirens, polish bus stop, rush hour
lol and jacob move **** crakov-frankfurt
three shops across, dem nador traders
rif mountains, morocco, global tons

meetings in melilla, jet sky armies
measuring waves in zipped packs
smuggling route barcelona, merchers
hashtag hyena minds, transformations

the key to peace is chained against rocks
blank buildings occupied by crack units
the day of dead idols, dusk till dusk
insomnia becomes a habit, well put

glaciers, paste, the andes: toxic faces
silver layer on the skin of the chosen few
96 hours are over, fifty for hundred racks
counting on the law of silence, omertà

graffiti, street art, scratchings and markers
freeze the second of youth, look back
eagerly talking are those who rule corners
doves witness gospel choirs and thorns

underworld's keys buried in sand
beach elevators take you into the past
they only go downwards, among stones
murals of sicilian ancestors on the walls

look, the last trains are leaving for good
you will never see this light again
saw, final destination, impaled yuppy
arms, intestines, flesh and bones, now

the underworld is key to bearded ones
no understanding of fear, officer
razor blades will open your mouth
bloodred letters from the ancestors

tizzy looped his past: he had looped it and then looped it howevah, whoop to diz
gangstapoetry boosted its duties newly
we simply gs, whose duties include

slowmoflow like snoop, or p, ain't no thang
i create slang in the hate center, last trip i flew thru loops, break dancers and readers
want answers, so we give straight answers

lyrics of fame bangers, one rhyme for eight
don't take chances, tizz stylobate, sunrise
poems born from crime, give it some time
gotta come right, sell it all at one price

my blood cries in rough nights, plagued by
enough of tough stuff, but me ain't a fluff
i bluff and take what's rightfully mine
tizz is frightfully nice, he neva comes twice

coco loco, monica matadora tending
first song jeezy's "poppin" pimpin pimpz
red-blodded hamza comin ova to test me
subtly intimidating, i just call him "habibi"

ice breaker, you feel me, we good, truly
check out jammed jay, pushin designer
hamza on the toilet, yayo, his girl, bunny
snugglin wit jammed jay for real by now

close to my dj area, rubbin *** gainst ****
tina staring camly into her secret intention
i expect something vaguely, forget it, tho
as hamza al-mighty gets back, explodes

he beats up jay, promptly breakin' his nose
jay looks at the blood; pulls out a cudgel
bashin hamza's skull, flesh splinters
hamza strikes back wit em bludgeons

wondaland's red light, serving proudly 24/7
hamza's pack, yousif, said, wassim and mo
ready to battle the enemy of the enemy
lego goon, antwone, bobby butchah, juan