Frankie is dead
Dump exploded
K.B. died of an overdose
Evidence seal on the apartment door

Walls remain
Forests are still there
A crow caws from the street sign
Mothers carry children and water

My eyes
Your laughter
A passenger
Beautiful words

Above the stairs lies light
That I’m alive is a miracle
We walk up the stairs
A day turns to evening

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

my name is life and i
love you

i'm the creation of
creation

please be faithful baby
please be faithful

let me take you to the
place of my soul:

deep night
palm trees
silver ocean

my name is life and i love you
baby

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

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

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

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

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

Will you stay until the end?
Be here at the breaking of day —
Writing

Because the flood has passed
Virgins have died out
Swamps have claimed the land

Stay until the end
The night is a Roman
Trade mirrors for embers
Sway on ponds of sunglasses
In a picture frame of lies
So that planets may be born

So it will have been
Yes
Everything is fine
Creatures trample beds

Kingdom of truth
Thieves from the blood of angels
Hands cleansing soiled hands
Here the water is clear
It is fragrant

We are dying
We show no fear
Give me your hands
So I may cleanse them

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

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

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

Bounty from ‘99
Millennium-bound
Before the red statues

Born in a voice
From deep dark swamps where
The hand of the Unreachable reigns

Clock at 8:38 PM
Placeless
With the old child

Made of rage
Because a vase in a dream
Shattered by the screaming crone

Clubhouse 77
Love-estranged
In Ali’s trauma

in england they say
"get me?"

in the us we say
"feel me?"

you get what i
feel?

****, i'd die for you
****, i'd die for your
justice

get it baby

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What remained was a haunting
Abandoned houses
Scorched earth

The jewels kept dancing
Shrieking sharply
Black dreams of the spirits

Scorched soil
Became air
Air blew into the eyes

The child looked at the stars
Fire floated there
On the shore of the moon

The child became a mirror
Mysterious
A doppelgänger

Riddles stand on the mirror
Seen only at night
If you want to find something

You have changed
Light grew from your eyes
Your voice flew to the sky

A little shadow
Fata Morgana
Diamond rain

Gates rising into the sky
Of flowing trains
Hour-thief
Eyes for limited time

Silken moment
Tender being
Lips spread
In the windowless house

Trains keep streaming past
The shaken tree
22 times
The gates shine

Eyes play songs
Hours
Eyes
Cool clinking

Lips spread
In the tempo of wings
Hall 12
Massive, solid stones

The deep truth lies in
The heart of a human
At the cry of birth, it escapes

A lifetime long, the human searches
For their truth
The search shapes their life

The search passes by avenues
Of corridors and dreams
Into the hall of truth

There dwell angels in walls
Their spirits shape the hall
The hall produces memories

Memories thirst for truth
Today, a colossus spoke in the hall
From the heart of truth

May a change take place
In the lives of young humans
A few birth cries away

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

writing without music is like











eating without food

the way you walk is the way i walk
the way i talk is the way you talk

we are alike and different
we are different and alike

you are becoming me and yourself
i have been changing through you

you, nicholas, are (in) my life
until i...

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.

in my dream, clint eastwood stood across from me.

he was twenty years younger than now. he looked at me with empathy, there was a good spirit among the two of us. we talked about our writing but i can't remember any details.

in my dream, i thought that clint wouldn't need much confirmation for his writing, since he has been famous for long.

yet i made him a compliment and he smiled at me gently; like a real gentleman.

clint eastwood is a good guy.

Hard times are expired
Fuel of blood for the wild ones
I won, saw and strolled along
In love with dashing

Mom told me about friendship
Not everyone is a friend
So I declared war on everyone
Bought courage and people
In love with dashing
Mmh

Maybach 12 door with them curtains
The world was made from guilt
So I wore a mask of blood
Pumping iron for 8
Cause a niche was lacking
Lingually didn't give a ****
The studio was in flames
64 and a beamer
For the mask of blood
Valley on the mountain top

In love with dashing
Hmmh
In love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

hate is able to
love

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

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

Love of dust
Face behind the highway
Between red lights

Love of dust
Before the final second
Veil of hysteria

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

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

Love of dust
The suitcases are empty
And words become dreams

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

To trust in coming
To believe in something
Being in peace
At daytime I was looking for the soul
While wringing out black and white sheets
Prayer
Overdose
Sirens, prayer

I do trust in coming
Cause my name is made of blood
I was born like that
I will die like that
Amid Broken Angels
Who are my brothers
Who are my sisters

This day is taking ages
Words are bubbling from Eden's mouth
In the morning I heard them
Sunlight shining through the window
Sleepy Gods were waving at me
On their way to work
To built the house of coming
From the sweat of Broken Angels
Brothers and sisters
Love and tolerance is our code

If you know you know

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

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

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

Oh, so: pain or heaven?
Rain or baptism?
Cement mixer or Eden?

Dwarves burn
In the storm of life
Mouths glow red

None from here
None of you
One of us

Ghosts became heroes
In the ash-rain of misery
Risen for us

On ancient, cursed ground
Where the same ones always sit
Drinking tea of cold comfort

The 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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

A world has come to its end

I'm telling you about longing
At the day of the eternal adventure
When we were hitchhiking to Paris
Cuddling in the bathtub later on
Sleeping together
The groaning of the sculptress
Her student's strength
In seconds of rainbows
Walls made from mutual trust
Nobody would disturb us
Especially not ourselves

Memories remain
On the day of the rain
In between I nearly perished
At war against myself

Flop house, red light, thugs, mace
The ax, the giant, fiends, knockos
Numbing, oblivion, collapse, overdose
The floor, sweat, medics, prayer
Salvation, hate, silence, renewal

That's not long ago
I wish for a starlight
Bathing me in love
In vast, blue gardens
At the end of the world

Hmmh

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!

Sleeping in wonders
Shoulders of time
Claw of a bear
Fata Morganas

From a lullaby
Night melody
No board before the mouth
Blessing of money; fortune teller

Softer than shadows
Branches of fingers
Tongue in the ear
We don’t fight anymore

We do not fight
Boards turned to dust
Dust into stars
Glitter glitter

Fata Morganas waver
In the wind
Glittering stardust
Glitter glitter

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

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

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

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.

Touches
Wind
Softness
Scent
Life
Courage
Shore
Night

Touches
Wat­er
Sand
Ache
Caves
Union
Shadows
Lights

Touches
Awakening
Gone
N­ow

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.

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