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.

Welcome to real life
Street of ghost light
Where time is hollow
Welcome

I'm from a garden
Garden of hatred and blood
Where the hopeless ones die
Unseen

Unlike in real life
People here are good
Way ahead of bane
Welcome

I'll be kidnapping you
On claret velvet
Fable of the real life
Welcome

You belong here
The garden is gone
Made-up like verses
Heaven flowing through blood

I'm looking at you in the mirror of
The closed eye, in the kingdom
Of resistance, while you are
Writing in an exploding building.

At a table of skins from past
Years, obsessed by a very special
IDEA.

You're off the wall, sweat is flowing
From your forehead in torrents,
Steadily you're stomping in the
Debris of the streets — your skin
Became a mix of callus and blood.

The debris litters the streets with
The skelletons of failed relationships —
You hate control freaks.

Why you despise yourself?
Does it have to be this way?
Is love or the enemy governing?
Who's pulling the strings?

Shut the **** up!
Reconciliation my ***!
Little *****!
Ain't no enemy in my head...

Bullet holes, wounds, hawks
The children, the water, hope
Lions, coins, families
The red prayer in a ladie's veil

I tend you under my thick skin
So the sad thief won't find you
Tall, strong, lonesome, handy
The world has been waiting for him
Who will have missed his shot
Calling himself powerful and proud
In the straits of the sirens
Eaten by the Gods

Because everything already happened
That's how it is and will be
I adopted a sick angel
At the day of my birth

The labor room, the lights, a sentence
Silence, midwives, stolen falsities
Advices, remonstrances, remorse
Redemption, sweat, giggle

Thunder, souls, high water,
Black hearts, thieves of storms,
Fluttering children of the wind,
Breathless on an island of stars,
Cured from all the fears of the world.

Sheltered inside the promise of love.

This promise in the shades of the pines
From the shining of the blue woods
Woods of eyes and ghost lights
Where hundreds are chasing signatures
In the thicket of the last bloodred storm
The planet's cold zone.

Wishes in sectors. Breath made of smoke.
The God in the dawn of the light.
Where years pass by in dreams.
The voice deep inside.
Here I am for the morning of angels.
Land of the morning star.
Will you come with me?
This blanket is a kingdom:
Your silverly sweat is sparkling on it
All mirrors were smashed!

When the mirrors were smashed,
We lifted our hands into the dark,
To ***** for angels.
We found a spell.

The call of the hearts was silent.
Where did the darkness end?
The ground of the blue woods was
Covered with splinters of glass, sweat,
Lights.

Thus the morning was broken.
Morning of angels.

Are you coming?
Let's dash down the red stairs
Blindfolded
The stairs lead us unconditionally
I was a wolf last night
Mooncolored and faithful
Rife with dark dreams of lead

Weigh my love's weight
Hoard it in pouches
Something's gone; I don't give orders
The Benevolent is rocking me
He leads, keeps and protects me
In the inside

Oooooooooh
This sound smashes my heart
White birds are cheering scores of times
Mmh
I rip up the paper of the eyes
Since it was made of piano keys
Monochrome words are dripping down
In the dust of shame and greed

I'm playing the Benevolent's melody
It was buried in the back of my soul
See no evil
Hear no evil
Speak no evil
Yet I'm speaking towards the South
To the lady among birds in the forest
Everything is shining in blue there
Her rhythm and her hands

Come with me
I'm carrying you to us
Floating inside your face
It's gonna be a long journey
We're walking down the red stairs
The stairs lead us unconditionally

The kingdom of silence is opening its
Gates for the wounds of
Light.

Where has the scrawny,
***** father gone in
All these years? Talk of
Cigarettes; Then the father
Vanished in lies; leaving a son
Behind.

That son was usually looking for
Letters under the heads of the
Ancients; at that he rummaged
The hair of graceful mothers,
Addicted to diamonds, coldhearted:
Generous and benevolent to the son.

Thirty-eight years later, an invincible
Wound remained where the kingdom
Of silence used to be: A wound having
The textur of a mirage, a
Misperception of scorn and emptiness.

Eventually my options vanished
The walls were coming closer
Encircling me yelling
Pressing me into the corner
Raging I was bashing the stone
Until my skin was bursting
Wounded knuckles
Mud of blood

Thus it happened
I knew I was going to fall apart
So I fought
In the kitchen of the lean, old man
At the  table with fear and rage

Then I wanted to be green
Like the jungle
Miry holy water
Hope?

Someone carried me out of the kitchen
I didn't see his arms and eyes
There was an errant point of light
I fell apart
For the first time in my life
I was falling apart

To enter the world of love
Among factories and straplines
Welcomed by a babie's babbling
Alighted at the edges of time
Burned the old life
Home by the fields
Then I was falling apart
In love I fell apart

I preserve your nearness
At the trunk of a hopeful future
Which I sprinkled with angel's hair

I got back home after the war
Stayed in a shack of glass
Surrounded by words and dreams
From colorful, deadly languages
At times I was talking to you
The wind's echo yelled answers
Blood was dripping from my eyes
Then I saw a white area of light
Immeasurable for the human eye
Populated by translucent children
Playing in my memories
So I opened my eyes wide

The blood was crusted
I scraped it off with a blade
You were somewhere out there

You're being out there
I preserve your nearness

Endless
Yesterday finished in silence
Tomorrow's gonna be scried
Sheltered

Smirk of a sick child
Pawning
On the hunt for fame

Hobbling dog
Sick child

Endless

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.

A wink from the rose of shadows,
From the forgotten for the famous ones,
From the glorious to the filthy,
For the waterfall in space, twinkling
Under the rain of stars.

A wink. Pull it out! Cause the rose
Had withered in the shadow of the
Deceased.

Nothing remained from that day. Just
Lines of quiet memories. Conserved
In a red casket. Protected from extinction.
Embalmed in the blood of the ancients.
A good scent. Cause future, my friends,
Future evolves from the colors of the
Night.

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

Shadow dripping from my eyes
Glistening and shouting
Humming my life
From deep, red ashes
This is my shadow!

A young female's coy look
Slipping through a boy's hug
So I come into her body
Shadow on a shadow
Melting in short screams
Listen!

How did I get here? I slipped
On ****** detours
Fleshwound at my knee
My shadow crouched down
But I stood tall
Bolt upright
You were feeling that
My shadow was sighing
Then we were escaping
In a land of foreign shadows

Shadow dripping from my eyes
Cooly thugs were encircling us
Quiet like carnivores
They were groping you
So I had to fight them
Beat them to a pulp
Nobody remained

My shadow drifting in blood
A scent evolved; called rebirth
We walked away
My shadow glistening in freedom
The shadow's journey ended
So I settled down
Modeling words from your hair
Under a tent of green stars

The blue briefcase made of lead
Is floating in the sky of scent
News are pouring down
The rude ones are in charge
Army of fineliners

Don't ask questions
A gang of children robbed us of
Answers
Like a gold watch from the wrist
In Rio

It's all quiet
Nobody is screaming anymore
Since then life's been sliding down
To the ground
Depth of a lake

Nobody got hurt
Videos of a hail of bombs
Who got hurt?
Chatting about the deceased

Innocence is yawning while running
It lost its face
Blind geriatrics are limping ahead
On the hunt for innocence

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

off and on
infinite dreams
yellow silk sheets
stay with me

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

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

In the light of black streets
Sounds of shadows
Yesterday was a dance
In ruins of diamonds

All or nothing
Philippa's ear on the rail
A white train is approaching
Into the nothingness

I was shivering
Poem of the long arrival
A shivering
In the footprint of time
You were digging
Home by the fields
Digging
For the temptation of light
We were playing
Heaven of heavy songs
The game
By the place of our childhoods

I was scarifying
Our names engraved in a tree
Scarifying
Time kept growing
You were climbing
Between the glistening of branches
Climbing
For freedom

When did this happen?
Where did the pregnant girl go to?

I was writing
Writing
Staying

Shores pregnant in the light
Yesterday black water
Life

Children on the rocks
Flags and splinters
Dawn

Voices of the ocean
The children —
Slow motion

Too late
They hate us
Too late
They despise us
Too late

They hate our hearts
Too late
They tore us apart
Our love

Is this just a dream?
Another dream
Of pitch-dark waves

Cries of the crow
Full of tears
Too late

Pillows turned to thorns
The world fell asleep
Too late
The sea is silent
It thunders
A message in a bottle of hearts

Rarely do the sirens sing
Fire burns in their cave
Our hearts drift away

In the navel of our world
Red, giant, relentless
In the navel of the eyes
Blue, gracious, benevolent

Just a dream led me this far
To the navel of our world
To a path of stars
From the color of our nights

This is just a dream
White, evil, innocent
In the navel of our love
Black, raging, bountiful

I am just a dream
From the language of the heart
Made of our live
Just a dream

From cloths of colorful silk
Flapping through the desert
Where I used to pick up sand
A child looking for water
Called belt head
Just a dream!
Made of punches
Conceived in the dust of blood
Pain of the ******
Wrath of the giant
Screams of the barbarians
Just a dream

Literate monkeys raised me
After the desert's solitude
Removing the belt from my head
Whispering good words
Carrying me to the flowers
Embedding me in a fragrant world
A scent of mothers and *******
So I grew

Just a dream
In the navel of our world
Inside the ancient child's room
For you
Just a dream

Away I found myself
Foreign country of patches
Surrounded by memories
In a nightcolored dream basin
I found myself

Wise man said: See
Carrying a ghost in his backpack
From voltgreen life fiber
Freezing marble in the dream basin

Accountants sitting at the edges
Bolt upright rows of wooden chairs
Silently writing on sheets
Incessantly in a hailstorm
I was studying them underwater
Followed their actions with my eyes
Like a toddler learning to walk
When the hailstorm was ending
Promptly superseded by the sun

The accountants melting into shadows
Souls were drifting in the dream basin

Sparkling as diamond's ledges
I was not scared of the souls
So I ate them up

To come into the world as a poem
Of a dream basin and accountants
Who became beasts
In another life
From the blood of a dead cat
In the ninth life

Daughters and sons
By the water of words
Water from the pond
Shores in centuries

Described by silence
Existence of ice-cold entities
Made of cosmic dust
For the moment afterwards

Moment afterwards
In the pond
Hope
Shore of the awakening

Blinking of an entity
Who you do love
Whom you forgive
In the house of silence

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

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

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

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

Die from my arms
I held back all winners
Who were coming for you
To tear you to pieces

Die with benevolence
In the fog of this world
By the countless suns
Red dawn

a bubble of longing...










two halves become united

Plaster is crumbling off the front
Cream-colored in the old days
When good ghosts were governing
In the kingdom
Redly entangled by fires

The kingdom perished
Dry soil remained
Memories in ruins
In the memory of friends
Of lying friends

The voice of a very old woman
Permeates invisible rooms
Ice-blue eyes

I saw the end of the wind
In a hell made of deserts and concrete
Where people only know violence
Shouting the days down
Restlessly running over fenced-in yards
Smashing faces with toasters

This house no longer feels like home
Winners walking among the deceased ones
Doomed to survive
Writing messages on walls

Not for this live
This home
The kingdom

This gotta end
Hell of concrete and deserts
Doesn't feel like home
No kingdom

A king's message to himself:

Shadow warriors attacking the light
Time of the lost ones
Hopeless
Hateful

Infected with mercilessness
Lost ones invoking the night
Wild yelling
Omen of other voices

Who live in mental institutions
Tearing butts apart
Gathering tobacco crumps
Smoking at barred windows

Ears directed at the night
The inner's other side
Screams of the lost ones
Silky echoes in the fog

Nowhere is a door
Hands all over the place
Strong and bloodied

But we'll never show fear
Breathless ascent
Born in a beacon
Way of the heat

Get out!