a golden stage of holy voices
hide us all from  the rain
a pastor, fulfilled by the holy spirit
today we are forgiven, forgiven

a young male in the audience, dancing
god is mighty, god is mighty, god is mighty
a sturdy background singer, grateful
today we are forgiven, forgiven

our god is awesome and he will be
our god is awesome and he will be
walls, decorated with kindness
today we are forgiven, forgiven

love is in the air like lights, lights
love is in the air like lights, lights
a pastor, fulfilled by the holy spirit
today we are forgiven, forgiven

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!)

since tizzops knows half of the world, there are
blue birds painting his name in the sky, formation
for the throne, lead her up, your queen
uniquely dressed in all-white, all guests fully covered in snow

everybody waited for that day, until tizzop & marissa, being in
a blossom-white garden happily said yes to each other
sparklingly white ravens, everything only this one color
the magical gift, like jeezy's magic city

marissa: come with me now, we're flying over continents

thousands of miles, first and tender kisses
and soldiers are firing into the air, under the
violins we are watching the world like drones
kings and emperors, in order to reward our people

i need me some bread and beans, proteinshakes
bodybuilding, this song fits into the first take
we are fate: tizzops & marissa, like vocals
and basslines, violins and piano

burner beats and our voices, all goes together
baby, come home with me, be at home with me
cause at home is the best and cosiest place
decorate my room, fill it up with blaze

give me your female touch, i am and remain an ox
when i spot you on a snowy path, as you're standing
in front of an ipod-white foal, babe, i stole that for you
like i'll be heisting mars, moon and venus, i become

calm and laid back, turn into what i will be and i am sure
that marissa got my back, and that she loves me
she is good, how i am enjoying this, we're like malibu
firing up waves on the rocks like cocktails

and the shiningly white swoosh of the ocean
is our carpet, and stars bet on our fate now, my babe

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

what remains if












nothing remains?

repression is a matter
of trust

if they'd trust me they
wouldn't repress me

yet they don't trust
me

there is no right
life in the wrong one

our car is burning and there is nobody
to drive it
our car is going in circles


8

sun in the creases of the hand
white roses withered
vengeance of shades and misery
vendetta-machinegun

israeli uzis and sand
a child's grin is the big fire
in the iris of the lion; right?
the lion is a dead radio

getting blind under the shield of
sunglasses

i really became blind
i did everything
i did whatever

imitation of a
sentence

imitation of
movements

imitation of a
warped corner of the mouth

to belong
to belong i
imitated

words
movements
warped corners of dem mouths

for this purpose i
observed people
being themselves

for this purpose i
observed people painting
identities on walls

by the time i
became a mirror

i became a reflection
i became silent

didn't tell 'em wat i be
didn't tell 'em about my creation

i became silent

slick
like mobsters
on islands of self-assurance

dictating
rules

during this stage i
talked to masks in order to
figure out what's behind
dem and dat

i talked to masks in order to
find the location of their
wordcaves

sometimes they reacted:

arrogantly or with
empathy

ain't none in between cause
they condemned and appreciated
quest

they were aware about my reasons
figuring out something

they dealt with it in
various ways

tolerance
acceptance
rejection

this quest
quest for belonging

feel me?

black branches of memories
fill the space of asking, dear
frost is wandering over your face
as you trying to wash away the past

black branches of ruins
the land of destroyed desires
numbers are useless, speed up
as dem shadows are scenting you

black branches of the woods
naked, purple-eyed like zinfandel
clearing the way, get out of here!
wired thorns ripping off your skin

black plumage of the crow
attachments burn fiercely in hell
nobody is to blame for, brother
in deep respect, esteemed sister

willpower
doubts
self-esteem
insecureness
strength

a fighter fights:
day against night

angelique's hair is shining redblack
reflecting the pool water, the white castle
lovely energies, embers and greed in your eyes
closely observating, behind a mirror, you are sneaking

spraypaintings of your fantasies, **** lioness
you are inhaling the air of sunny freedom

between three oceans
silver rocks and the desert
is a place

undiscovered;
a secret that no one knows about
hidden so openly:

a secret right in front of
your eyes.

it's never cold there
it's never hot there

this place is populated by
only one creature:

GOLEM

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









they are here to win

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

fireworks at blank shores
revenge of the innocent

the victims are to blame for
who are the culprits?
i don't know if you know
my brothers and my sisters

burning sandstorms
playful twisters

stroke me gently baby
no one is to blame for
milk my brain and try to feel
milk my eyes and try to be

reckoner
in memoriam, friend

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!

dear tracy
i am listening to your words
listening to your voice

dear tracy i am listening to you because
you calm me

a morning is given grace
by your voice but first of all:
forgiveness

how could a day forgive?
heaven yeah: it can!

since a day is god
and god is a day
and god is inside everything
and god is inside everyone
and god forgives
god, without words, made me feel how to forgive

it's a lack of compassion that made the
cold-hearted so cold-hearted
the giants of our earth will fall
sooner or later.

i am talking about goliath
i am talking about donald
i am talking about supercilious creatures
who fight against themselves day by day
but who celebrate autonomy

dear tracy
i am listening to your words
listening to your voice

dear tracy
i am listening to you because
you're a good person.

a good person does the right thing;
and by spreading a strong spiritual vibe
you have been doing the right thing

dear tracy please:

spread the vibe
     and then

spread the vibe
     and then

speak the word.

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












i'll write your name in thousand rhymes

this whole world is like a pit
by your side, i'll find a way

prosperin' in times of sadness
people are loaded with madness
questions in their eyes, a quest
by your side, i'll be blessed

lord, i wanna be good, so good
lord, i wanna die in the hood
baby, take a trip with me, soul dealin'
we were sick, now got feelings of healin'

don't get me wrong, don't tell it everybody
yet i'm not flawless, a human being, a body
lord, i wanna be good, so good
lord, i wanna die in the hood

lead me through the valley of my fear
lead me through the valley of my tears
o lord, holy almighty, you sent me milly
do i deserve her? am i worthy?

ya know me, a friend of forties, a slowie
fan of bowie, jeezy, straight up deezy
i don't respect the "i", but my woman
o lord, holy almighty, you sent me milly

the beginning of a journey, the winning
just the beginning, i'll be fightin' waterfalls
all in all, i'll crush the chinese wall to be
with you girl, not my new girl, but my true girl

funky like a whirlwind, my head is spinning
people waitin: what about him, ain't no sinnin'??
don't have to to do that, cause i am tru dat, so in it
my head is spinnin', lord i wanna be good

i wanna live and die in the hood, maybe in the woods
you sent me milly, this is not to be misunderstood
embers in her eyes, and a nice-hearted smile
lord, do i deserve her? am i worthy?

ya know me, a friend of forties, a blowie
o lord, holy almighty, please bless us...

the last time you
felt inresitable closeness
where when you went
into this dark basement...







there was a man in a cage
he received you with rage
as you animalically engaged
in the provocation of greed

amber on his skin
yellow-colored fluid
and your pulse beat
the same speed
as you turned into a unit

then you woke up and smelled
his grin

December 16th, 2019  


Hereby it is stated that December 16th
Shall be proclaimed as a national holiday.

From now on this holiday shall be called

POET'S DAY

1.) On Poet's Day, poets do not have to work and receive a publicly funded donation.

2.) On Poets Day, readers don't have to work and receive a publicly funded donation.

3.) On Poets Day, poets and readers are encouraged to meet in public to share thoughts and love.

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

have you ever heard somebody saying: "teenagers today are ruder, more violent and so much hornier than we were."

i don't think so. it's not like that. most grown-ups have forgotten over the years what they did and how they acted out.

we surely have a lot of vivid memories about our youth. but our feelings of teenage experience disappeared.

history repeats itself.

!

more than my *****
more than my words

more than words
let's get back to the
first verse

you want to stick
around don't you?

you wanna be part
of our crowd?

well you gotta
learn something now;
it's painful like ****

you'll never be one of us
you'll never be one of us

don't ask and don't try
a second time
we know your family
we know where you live

we won't say a word:

omertà

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 tap on my left shoulder
I am roused from my sleep
I turn and see my daughter
Who's been dead 3 years last week

She pulls me from my slumber
Humming broken lullabies
"Where're we going, dear?"
"Hush, it's a surprise"

She brings me to the subway
Down abandoned tracks
Graffitied walls like bathroom stalls
It's too late to turn back

She stops me in a room
Where people stand in wait
Silence presses in on the ceiling
Words that can't escape

My daughter sits on the tracks
And beckons me to as well
The people engrave words on brick
Like they're under a sort of spell

"Watch as it spreads"
She said in a hushed tone
I was about to ask what she meant
But then I felt it in my bones

The silence of the elders
Crashed through my throat and lungs
I felt the air thicken
Acid burned my tongue

Darkness pressed around me
A suffocating mass
I could not make a noise
She laid me on the tracks

It was all dimly familiar
The rumble without noise
The ghosts gathered around me
It was time to make a choice

Fools, I tried to say
But I choked on my own air
A shudder swept my body
I closed my eyes in prayer

I woke up in my bed
Sore from head to toe
Shaking from the recollection
Of what happened so long ago

"Should any harm befall me on my journey, you may open this letter."


when darkness is befalling me
when it won't stop raining
i'm skidding, stumbling, and
be spiraling downwards

then, you're my balustrades and my light
on all my ways
my stilt, my rod and my staff
my soil

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

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?

have to find the center of a long alley
ice cream cones of last year, the craving
our way to the center, people buzzing over
so hard to guess the right thing of the wrong

lights are floating through the room, ghosty
at the center of the alley, we will find salvation
smoothen a path inside the snow of the past
frozen water, ice chunks, shannon, help me

have to find the center of a long alley
get me some ***** and a cake, let's go
eat it on-the-go, the best thing now is to go
your mental breakdown was the finest

for a long time, a long time, long time

the battle for
**** and ******

mind the need to
****

like an old poet a.k.a. copycat

i am grateful to you readers because
without you nobody would
read my words.

i am grateful to you poets because
without you nobody would...





inspire me.

THANK YOU, THANK YOU & THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART: FOR YOUR READING, WRITING, ADDING, REPOSTING, LIKING AND LOVING.

YOURS
MIKEY

take me away from this journey
i am trapped in the land of placelessness

blind / hypnotized
route 36 / bolivia
deaf / treated with ultrasound
simultaneously

scarcely knowing what all that means
like a child who isn't listening to anyone

i am feeling the rising of blood
a wave of heat like sandstorms

inevitability: willful / knowing / aware

i am putting myself at risk of dying
long ago i read about the risks and consequences
of my drug abuse
pervaded them intellectually while

my heart remains deafly because
of narcotics
bitter, sear, aflutter and in panic

there is just:

one life
one heart
one body one man

man what are you doing?!?!
i am hollering into my inner
embracing the envelope
obsessed over bitterness
numb love

in the dungeon of plotted heavens
lofty as never before
is where i am running away from:
every day

* * *

the rate of relapsing
drug users is vast
during the night

when the wind is
breezing mildly

when the stones of the cities
are breathing out the heat of the day

while you are
sneaking over the streets

while you are sensing the smell
of bitterness

while you are experiencing
yourself:

more deeply
more cleanly
and more knowingly
as before

stiff dreamz

needs
wants
thoughts

you/me/you

thoughts
wants
needs

still dreamin'

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

who are
we?












dead stars
victims of
commercial wars

your name stems from a divine place, baby and when i'm calling you baby, i mean it. cause you're my baby.

and one day, you won't be anyones "my" anymore; but you will be my daughter until i...

this verse is about the delight in your cheeks when you're smiling.
this verse is about the way you are happy for being with me and
the way i am happy for being with you, eden.

and if someone insists that babies only cry and bother their parents: it's not like that. full stop.

you are the opposite of a full stop: a sunrise.

these verses are about how you talked to me today: you were looking at me and made sounds with your tongue.

these sounds do have a meaning for you, regardless that you are not reflecting on your talking like older kids, teenagers or adults do.

(as they sometimes do; does donald thinks about what he twitters all day long? who cares? i do. but that's another poem.)

eden, the sounds you make are meaningful to me. because you simply show me that you recognize me as your daddy. and that you want me to feel and remember that.

and my feelings for you: they are proof of our kinship. our blood.

nothing more to add, baby.
your daddy.

behind a dark curtain
you're going to find
the lord of the blind

the lord of the
blind isn't able to
walk and talk

like others; well
you'll miss him when
he ain't there

who is he the
lord of the blind?

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

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

the last game of the
sun

was meant to burn us
all

so we stayed
inside

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

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

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

here's my poem it's sad but true
it's about a girl that i once knew
she took my heart and ran away
her name is runaway girl she
refused to stay her lips made me...




speechless.

after she had left me
i turned into a bird without wings
i had turned into a bird that
wasn't able to fly.

so i'm asking you nina
so i'm asking you poetess
in front of all people on hello poetry
in front of readers and poets:

why did you abandon me after we had shared our most intimitate memories in a...

****! i can't write anymore;
but i gotz to my fingers shivering they gotta note down what's in my mind and in my soul you know.

think about the small purple casket that enclosed our memories.

we buried this casket under the pines, dem trees close to old jim's ranch.
old jim who was abused as a child and to whom we related to.

the very soil of our land has been drying out; flowers, plants and trees are dying, cause you are not here.

we put our memories into the casket, you know?

i hope you don't know. for sure.
i hope you feel me instead of thinking about me. feel me.

you told me once that your biggest enemy was your mind; that you want to feel instead of anticipating; and that your darkest secret might **** you one day.

and then another day came, a certain day, when you finally told me your secret.

i listened to you and your struggle became mine; i dashed away the sweaty hair from your forehead took you by the hand and brought you to our hiding place between the pines.

and there you showed me, wordlessly, that you loved me... your love was in your eyes, baby: the same look my daughter gives me once in a while.

we buried your secret, while a storm was raging and while the pines were bursting:
i had to protect you from exploding trunks.

we went home and made love like never before.

it was indescribable.
i can't tell you how i felt baby and don't have to cause we felt the same.

the next morning i woke up, turned around and smelled your scent in the pillows; the imprint of your face was still on them.

tiredly, i was looking at the disappearance of your silky face.

i became unhappy and lonesome, like never before in my life.