fellowship of doom
rivers loaded with the dead
memories of being fed with a spoon
mental illnesses to be spread

his name is rainbow goon
you find him in levels of twisters
within the thoughts of his sisters
within the fear of his brothers

shattered memories friendships
nobody knows when his end is
right now rainbow goon is writing
on his black arms with white ink

rainbow goon rainbow goon
greed in the eyes of the noon
his face looks like a cartoon
multicolored iris and speed

mentality of hate and rage
fate of a mutant heavy body
every being has a story
rainbow goon rainbow goon

i kiss you everywhere
you are naked and *****...











let's go for it! let's do it now

all the years of longing
all the tears and wronging
all your suffering girl
all your strength girl

you haven't been sure
it hasn't been easy:
dial his number and call him?
ignore your deepest fears

mom told you not to (not to!)
bro told you not to (not to!)
everybody said so (said so!)
you weren't listen (you weren't!)

he didn't pick up the phone
should you try it again?
you're a keen and focussed girl
so you did (so you did!)

a female's voice on the other line
"he ain't there now try again in..."
a man's voice in the background yelling
"no way to talk to your father, girl"

no surrender! never give up!
life is like push-ups feel me?
life is fighting nothing else feel me?
never give up! call him again!

finally you made it: he picked up
shivering sentences spoken
a long talk of fear and longing
he wouldn't ask you anything

dad made clear you're no daughter of his
he remained distant no smile no joy
you remain distant no smile no joy
you're no daughter of his (of his!)

mom is waving from a train
bro has been playing x-box
sis will soon be back from her moon-date
dad is carrying the ashes of his lover

everybody does something  
**** me until i hate you no' more

in a void of air and space
music floats and keeps us safe
you need to listen

fo real and fo shizzle: listen
it's 3:45 everybody bossed up
dough fetish fantasies

the suzuki in a jakuzzi
keeps my mind busy
(keeps my mind busy)

how can you enter the next stage?
it's fo real like tizzops cage
the barrel of a golden gauge

look into my face: a rat race
never ending being fast paced
today is my last day but i will

remain

imagine that the virus would
**** me fully and my verses
floated through algorithms
like real and fo shizzle

ain't no other take on this world
collapsing states the virus rages
should we all live inside of cages?
these are just words; just a poem

right? sure about your life?
everything is nothingness
people are packed with stress
who will read the last mass?

covid-19
people dying

i can't meet my own family
have to stay inside among a
room of blinds and strangers
isolated from my close ones

it is the worst day of my life
no other chance no other light
ridiculously lonely fights
gimme some space and a new face

painful memories in the making
there's no time for aching
no catchy phrases no money
i'll be dead soon right before noon

covid-19 is a strong breed
and it needs me as his feed
got no time left for crying
my dears i will be dying

off and on
infinite dreams
yellow silk sheets
stay with me

no other woman
no other lips
i truly miss
all of you girl

forgotten friends of foggy times
it ain't the time to write in rhymes
you can be my lover or my enemy
we met in oblivion baby

in rainbows under the
cold light of day
no one could ever catch us:
bank robberies

pistol pressed against a chin
under the cold light of day
no one could ever catch us
hoodlum and princess

when we secondly met: captured
morbid moonlight sounds
loopholes of tenderness
bank robberies

going for the jackpot
together on our first coup
it all started off well
just from heaven to hell

no one could ever catch us
a strong kind of benjamins
ain't you get me, my friend?
this poem doesn't have an end

it gets thirsty and dry
simultaneously stars ******
to hide the scars of all your wars
to hide the scars of all our wars

no one could ever catch us!
no one could ever catch us!

writing poetry on your skin
your fantasies are our ink

Nicholas

a cute and blackhaired
boy gentleman homeboy
buddy companion dude and son

his name is nicholas
"victory of the people" meaning:
precisely this

Eden

my daughter's glowing eyes
full of heavens and oceans
yet trees, apples and snakes

"eden" is her name:
name of a divine place
land of sins and land of all of us

is there anything else to say?
they are my my kids and i love them
is there anything else to say?
they are my my kids and i love them

between three oceans silver rocks
and the desert is our place
land of loopholes in a box made of clay

finding our faces in neon-green shores
it's all icy and open for fire
wide fields illuminating twinkling

faces of future shining bright
in a loop black and white
in eden's iris of multicolor

in rainbows of our laughter
our lifes, forever us guys
in a loop black and white

is there anything else to say?
you are my my kids and i love you
is there anything else to say?
you are my my kids and i love you

between three oceans silver rocks
and the desert is our place
land of the multicolored iris
land of the people's victory

undisguised love it was nothing
you could deal with; in the long run
i would give you golden rivers
i would shiver and i would slide

normally none of my feelings
satisfied your quest for the best
but when you drank my devotion
we slipped and fell and cried; red bed

"i love you baby but..." you know
"i love you baby but..." come on
double standards; flesh; genitals
repeat life be my wife firefly!

a green and silky cocoon for
morning noon eternal nights we
slept in a cave of warmth; dark depth
then the alarm changed our moods

i just want to be there for you
you always want to be alone
well, now give something back to me:
affection, caring, emotion

the hype about poems is big
yet it ends in a jiffy
the next text will rise
the next text will fail

4.600 people read a love poem of mine
serious topics are being ignored
i try not to be bored
but it's quite difficult

you feel me?

sarcous knuckles a fierce spirit
one in a ten; death is in it
corona breath like gun fire
hair made of killing barb wire

the saviors won't save you
death found you: fists will erase you
try to get away from
fingernails like razor blades

death is black death is white
made of day made of night
another round another fight
another fight another round

you can't escape them soundz
corona's words are echoing

i have asked you so often my
hope is vanishing yet there is
a twinkling impulse to convince

you.

our bodies are floating through the galaxy
can't you give it back to me?
can't you be my baby?

you are looking at me
cause you need it...  





i am looking at you
freeway of dreams
we become one
body

FOR...







US ARMY

neon-green skin
steely cold chin
x-breed terror creatures
a strong and ancient kin...









they are here to win

last minutes of trust
in a poem made of dust
you made me hate me

feel the real injection daily
everything seems to poke
you turned into a joke

everything seems to shine
twinkle and rhyme
feel the real injection

this verse is for my protection
this verse is killing you: action!
lamps out of broken teeth

brother breaks his brother's knee
brother stabs his brother's stomach
feel the real injection

everything is for protection
turning choirboys into warriors
brother against brother

everything is an attraction
brother smashes brother's face in
brother against brother face it:

brother against brother

die flüsse aus schatten
spenden den vergessenen
wasser

isoliert von allen
lebenden um zu
tanzen

ihre silhouetten hinter
vorhängen, aufflackerndem, eine
chance

für die lebenden:
schärfen und fokussieren des
blickes

gib mir alles zurück
meine fürsorge die umarmungen
denk

nicht du würdest mich verlassen
ein dickes seil würd' ich nehmen
doch

alles zählt jetzt: keine abneigung
zuneigung die flüsse aus schatten erreichen
uns

wir können ihn nicht entkommen sie
sie sind so nahe
zahlreiche

bebilderungen unendlicher schlupflöcher
kinder erwachsene treiben in flüssen aus
schatten

der letzte vorhang
das letzte kerzenflackern
die letzte silhouette

"wir entkommen ihnen nicht" rufst du
"keine bange" brülle ich durchs rauschen
flüsse

wir werden zu einer kreuzung aus
wolf & löwin eine einheit eine
flüssigkeit

letzte echos stimmen und schatten
die flüsse verbleiben
die flüsse verbleiben

the rivers of shades
provide water for the forgotten
ones

who have been isolated
from all living in order to
dance

you'll find their silhouettes
behind curtains, in flickering, a
chance

for the living to look closer
in ice-packed letters forever
can't

you give it all back to me?
i need me my caring, my huggings
don't

stay away from me i wouldn't cope
i would grab a thick rope but ya know i
won't

everything counts no detachments
attachment: the rivers of shades approaching
us

we can't get away from them they
are here now and they will stay
more

depictions of endless loopholes
children adults and groups
into rivers of shades:

the last curtain
the last candle
the last silhouette

"we can't get away from them"
you say looking at me but "no sweat
we'll be good baby" i'm echoing as we

become a combination of wolf & lioness
from one unit into one fluid
liquid

last echoes voices and shades
but the rivers remain
but the rivers remain

my best friend gökhan tatchouop
you are gone
faded out like a song
you will never come back

i we we i lost track
you will never come back
the brothers and sisters
are protecting the platform

golden dusty hair
sitting on rusty chairs
guardians of the right cause
a good man does the right thing

i transformed into a nightling
as i listened to your voice
the last time as you
wrote your last rhyme

we were poets
we were taggers we were brothers
we were the same and an other
we longed for fame

you are gone gökhan
you will never come back
but you remain in the dust of
the brothers and sisters

they will never leave
they are always there
guardians of the platforms
guardians of trains

like gods supernatural
creatures: violent protectors
willing to attack anybody
who spits against your grave

REST IN PEACE MY MAN
SINCERELY MIKEY YOUR FAN

a lioness above
clouds chilling
in freezing iceblue fog
quite willing

to attack and to shock
earth to **** and disturb
to swallow and gobble
each life fully and fast

how can we
ever ever ever
be friends again?

i miss you like i
miss our childhoods...






everything has turned to dust
that flows through my hands

speechless but singing
up but sinking
proud but longing

i accuse you of being you
you accuse me of being me

we barely act as a we
and that is our failure

we're not here
this isn't happening:

speechless and singing
up and sinking
proud and longing

being (you eat you buy you die)

eating seconds 1 2 3 4 5
swallowing minutes 57 58 59 60
gobbling hours 9 10 11 12
drinking days monday to friday
fighting months for all four seasons
killing years: five decades
retiring

being (you eat you buy you die)

i've been looking for
myself so often that

i forgot about the first time
i forgot about the last time

as we escaped reality
within boundless lands

where the golem lives!
where the golem lives!

as we tried to make it
finally finna don't fake it

and as we entered our land
secretly; always warm

where the golem lives!
where the golem lives!

an infinite loophole
children adults and groups

it had never been too late
we had never gone that far

where the golem lives!
where the golem lives!
where the golem lives!
where the golem lives!

You are the Sun.
The Sun doesn't move.
This is what it does.

You are the Earth.
The Earth is here for a start...
And the Earth moves around the Sun.

And now...
We'll have an explanation that simple folks like us
can also understand about immortality.

All I ask is that you step with me
into the boundlessness
where constancy, quietude and peace,
infinite emptiness reign.

And just imagine that
in this infinite sonorous silence
everywhere is an impenetrable darkness.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UuuZMg6NVeA

i want to give you everything and
much more

our pasts were such a bore

let's become one...










let's have some some fun

it'll take some time until
we'll find each other you
know?

i love you already.
want to be there for you and
to fill you with our dreams, baby.

within the realm of
trust and mistrust

placelesness
addiciton
rivers of dust
real storys
and fiction

don't get me wrong
i won't be talking long
it's just something else
this world of codes

weak words are spread
it's like butter on bread
it's like longing for fat

don't get me wrong
i won't be talking long
daddy told me: stay strong

but i'm trapped in the land of
placelessness  

get me some rest
get me some rest
get me get me get me
some rest

he's a film character
from japan

within an hour
i tried to be him

would watch his death
a million times

couldn't stay strong
did a lot of **** wrong

the difference between a
family and me?

a family is ******* energy
me i am ******* the life
out of everybody

who are we? dead stars
victims of commercial wars
you'll find us in packed bars
lonely on a quest and drunk

it's the best place for us
cause we been fleeing the rat race
don't wanna be part of it
and yet we're all part of it

double standards lead our lifes
we're like you: lovers, husbands and wives

if i accept myself it won't be dangerous
for others to like me

don't think you could
beat the street without
me

it's madov's bossy laughter
and his vossy
attitude

i don't know if
you know what i mean:
solitude

but that's fine my brother
but that's fine my sister

without writing
everything is fist fighting
without fist fighting
everything is writing

i need me a

new language
new lady
thousand babies

and i'll found a tribe
you never heard of it'll
be called

tizzop

why is it that the zombie can't speak?
why are zombies poor?

why are most vampires rich, educated and always dressed well?



LET'S STRIKE FOR ZOMBIE RIGHTS!
SCRIPTWRITERS AND FILMPRODUCERS HAVE TO MAKE A CHANGE.

rivers of dust
ninetynine cents
beastly fightin' wit
glowing nails
ain't no fakirs it is bloodshed
fakers neither knuckles bloodred

feel verse seven: just a bloodbath

come on
hand me a poem will ya

or at least a stanza i
be willing to do everything

what? then gimme a
verse i'm sweating like
hell

not even a verse? cmon!

then...then...then...
a word baby!
please just one ****** word

or i mean frankly ahem argh
gimme letters

at least one single meaningful
letter

note: this is not a poem but an account of the mental aftermath of Hanau, where ten people got killed yesterday. one of them was the mother of the killer who worked in a bank, was paranoid and believed in conspiracy theories.


a turkish guy whose name means "justness" was shot to death by him. in the community, he was popular for his kindness.
he was killed because he was an immigrant, a muslim, and because he hung out with his friends in a shisha bar to enjoy his leisure time. got hit by bullets. died, leaving relatives, friends and an entire muslim community, the entire world, in daze.



met three uber drivers today, all of them muslims, two of them know some of the victims personally.  

the first one of them was desperately sad today. i asked him "how are you?" he answered "not well" and told me everything. i was very concerned because i can't deal with such inhumane cruelty.

the second driver was from pakistan. he argued that germany is an open-minded country and that he had left his country due to religious lunacy that is lived by some people there.

the third driver was interestingly humorous. as wired as it may sound, he thought positively after the assasination and said that the relatives of the victims should live on as if their people hadn't been killed.

i don't know about that; yet, everyone deals with terror differently.

hanau is just a couple of miles from my home city, frankfurt am main.

in my heart, my spirit and my soul, i am with all the victims, their relatives, friends and colleagues.

MAY GOD BLESS ALL YOUR SOULS. MY CONDOLENCES. MAY GOD BLESS US ALL.

MUCH LOVE FOR ALL BELIEVERS OF ALL RELIGIONS. LOVE IS THE ONLY WAY TO DEAL WITH THAT.

The killer killed himself after the crime.

OH GOD, GIVE US STRENGTH. WARMTH. HOPE.

pack your bag run away
along the freeway girl
out of town

out of town yeah!

mother dead daddy drinks
you're alone just get out

think of you you are good
you are good think of you

there's a car
raise your thumb
touching speed
touch the speed

of your needs yeah!

you want it why not now?
why the wait? you want it
now now now now now now

in the back of his car
every inch is your game
call his name call his name

a ladies game yeah!

your voice paints a gentle need
so please call me a million times...












i'll write your name in thousand rhymes

i don't know it's a show
i'm a **** and a macho
most liquid form of a nacho

and if you don't read that poem
it blackstreetly remains poem
no articles necessary
look: my curses vary ms. berry

ain't no curses necessary
but my necessities vary:
peeing loving being feeling
i'm a breed of dog and buddy
when you see me on the street; ermh

i can't beat the street it's nothing

indifference is requirement
i get never tired man
writing these poems:
20 a day
140 a week

come over stay and read
i just stopped to feed
writer's block
but it's cool dial
1-800-writers-mob

this stuff ain't fun
cause it's just a pun
this stuff ain't a pun
it's like purple in a raindrop

my first name is mainshock
last name will be morlock

have a good one baby
say hello to tizzop

brate be
seven feet
balkan handz

yugo betrugo
atm tear it off
toni da serb
rade belgrade

brate be seven feet
balkan dropkick
es ist optik
es ist kopffick

we so yibbish
we so yibbish
diz is fibbish
gimme widdish

diz be the last day
of yous ridiculous stay
on this world
last day of ya stay

gimme your girl
gimme da cash
para be stammel
du hammel ik fick dich

he a sturdy kidic
aber keine wichtig!

come over and watch
gimme some cash
i'll cut ya head off
yous trash
ain't no madov
ya
know the code bro

inspire me baby
shorty now a sporty
nach dieser feier

gimme some raki
my pantz be khaki
benz like stasi you
know the code joe

gimme gimme gimme
bibi bibi bibi

ain't no real like
the copy of a copy
du opfer ich schneide
deinen kopf ab
eingeweide
quill'n
you gotz to chill

we so yibbish
we so yibbish
diz is fibbish
gimme widdish

jacket originally stolen
cevape and börek
para and babas
we don't care yeah

life be quick
touch my d##k
rub my d##k
life too quick

energy months
mothman *****
michael myers' titts
hyper years

feel me like an o.g.
you know the code brate
wenn ich deine fresse schlage

yugo betrugo
ebonics we got this
yugo betrugo
brate in die fresse pate

we so yibbish
we so yibbish
diz is fibbish
gimme widdish

ain't nothing new
check the views
just one fu##in fan
will burn ya jam

hip hop colors
flip flop mamas
beach feelingz
we need ringz:

MASSIVE

we need chainz:

CUBAN LINK NECKLACE 1 KG CLASSIC

i got a friend
on hello poetry

i like her poetry
she a good person:

interested
light-hearted
and a fighter

keep it up girl
and stay a writer


by the way: tizzop says hello!

we're stopping to breathe
vampires and zombies
have come to eat...








you don't know joe
you don't know sue
what's going to be:

let me tell you:
some human stew
ain't nothing new
to dem creatures

you're just a feature
a gimmick
some meat
has to be in it

my job is swallowing

happiness

is not what i've been experiencing
today

don't end your life my man

you're here
to stay

let's make a deal:
and return him