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96 · Feb 2024
Foam
Max Neumann Feb 2024
Don't gather! This land is freezing
The gates of fortune were smashed
Black **** remaining
Toxic wasteland
Eagles and children gather there
Whispering short words
Solely understood by kids and birds

Since then a veil is on your skin
Milky smooth skin of love
I plunged into your skin
Stayed for long and panted
Your skin is pollinated by the night
I grab your skin
That's a good place
I feel at home here

Gather to play!
Monkeys are squealing in the valley
Down by the sea gate
Life consists of foam there
Sweet foam beating against rocks
We are lying on these rocks
Sheltered from the monkey's squealing
The screams of the foam are louder!
Foam
Good, precious, excellent foam
Foam
96 · Aug 2024
Thieves of Time
Max Neumann Aug 2024
Hold it!
Milliseconds of our
Connection in the green pond,
Where among the words of ancient
Ancestors our reflection is melting in the
Premonition of an undreamed desire.

This
I disclosed to you in the first
Stanza, now I'm taking
All the memories of
Days from simple acts,
When we used to
Steal pocket money for
Our gang of canned dogs,
Whose furs sparkled silverly in
The sun.

That's how
Our childhoods ran past the
Years, passing restless mouths of
Which nights had teared off the
Zippers
Dude!
It's already this late?
What did the thieves
Do to the time?
Thieves of Time
96 · Sep 2024
Displacement Is Holy!
Max Neumann Sep 2024
From the ravines of displacement,
Burying the sun of happiness under
Concrete-colored solitude;

From the year of hiding,
Lying in the rills of an old building,
Doing things incessantly;

From the energy of an army,
Focused in the fingers of a single person,
Doing things incessantly, mistaking
Approval as an attack.

Holding on is holy! The waves been
Slapping over the carpet of concrete
Of the vibrating city.
Displacement is holy!
Displacement Is Holy!
96 · Mar 2024
From Dreams
Max Neumann Mar 2024
The end is made of dreams
I'm inhaling power
Angels are covered with wounds
My house is their house
My bed is theirs
The purple knee is intact
Mirrors are in the weeping willow's belly
Reflecting faces of the past

I'm made of dreams and plans
Evolving from the number of my name
Good Man gave it to me out of love
I do know that by now
Swim to the mirrors with me
They're singing darkred words
Words under the pond's shore
Ancient like milleniums

The beginning evolves from dreams
At night I swam in brightness
Through alleys of legends and pearls
Where dogs bark and mutter
Birds are sleeping in my eyes
Their skin is made of mirrors
I'm looking at you through them

At this place a dream is ending
Under a sky of water
You're awaking in a lagoon
This lagoon is a dimple
Dimple in my laughter
I'm stroking you
Come back, I'm telling you
From Dreams
95 · Oct 2024
There Is No End Left
Max Neumann Oct 2024
I would like to know the answer.
You know it?

Sing a song for me. Then, I'll capture
Words from your voice and, like a
Fisherman, heave the words through
The water of life.

There is no end left. The end was abolished, when the writer, back from
Exile, had a black safe installed in the
Wall.

Decades afterwards, a medium-aged man
Will have been led into her nursery; the
Writer has passed away; in the fellowship
Of the words they are connected.

I tethered my words to the bonds of
Compulsions to open your mouth.
To fit the words into it, your mouth
Has to be unconditionally opened.
It's just a dream: Eden has disappeared
Amidst pedestrians; I'm calling her name.
But I only see strangers. Being sure
To have spotted her, a wave of relief
Is suffusing me.

Then this person is lifting her head: I'm
Looking into a stranger's face.
There Is No End Left
95 · May 2024
Never Before
Max Neumann May 2024
Never before I looked into this mirror
First of all I smashed the glass
Wounded in the streets of screams
So I grew claws of fear

Never before I admitted gentleness
First I'd steal your money
In the clutches of the raging child
Who I named trauma

Never before I lived without a gang
Ain't part of my world
Violence is the currency of the weak ones
Got some change?

Never before I left this place
Golden cage in the dead jungle
Where my lingo reigns
Not the heart but the mind

Never before my heart melted
How does it feel?
Cause I locked gazes with you
Wanted to escape your gentleness

Never before
Never Before
94 · May 2024
On A Hot Sunday
Max Neumann May 2024
Sunday fully destroyed us
Nothing remained
I was yelling at you
To turn into an echo

Revolving around your face
Like a mosquito
Under the match in a kid's hand
The fire was burning my wings

I stayed dazed at the roadside
In a car I saw your face
Bleeding gently from the lips
A black cat on the chest

Then came sunset
Dark blankets crawling out of chinks
Dancing in front of my broken wings
A sheen was on them
On A Hot Sunday
94 · Jul 2024
Honesty and Lies
Max Neumann Jul 2024
Clear water
Harmoniously flowing
Serenity

Dross
In bolted minds
Escape

The path is split
Two directions
Two decisions
Honesty and Lies
94 · Oct 2024
Enemy In My Head
Max Neumann Oct 2024
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...
Enemy In My Head
94 · Jan 12
Old Shadows New Colors
Max Neumann Jan 12
Old shadows new colors
Above our misunderstandings
I took on guilt
Obsessed with the land of fools

Directionless yet clearly seen
An unlocked 38
Addicted to the craving for freedom
Glued to the dust-red horizon

Hollow echoes of the past
Old shadows new colors
Everything and more I kept for us
In mornings of brooding and ember

Born corrupt
In the corner of a gleaming bar
Surrounded by roaring men
Old shadows old colors

That horizon once was me
Always searching for more and more
Addicted to the craving for love
Old shadows new colors
Old Shadows New Colors
94 · Feb 2024
The Sandstorm
Max Neumann Feb 2024
Write a wish on on a balloon
Here's a pen; do you hear me?
The storm is raging through the room
Take the balloon and write on it
How long this storm is raging
I can't see you; sand is everywhere
The sand is burning on the skin
It's hot!

Do you hear me? Take a balloon
Write a wish on it
Where are you?
I hate shouting!
You're close to me; I feel it
The balloons are in the garden
Remaining from yesterday
When was yesterday?
Do you hear me? I feel your closeness
Long since I felt something

The sand is raging through the room
Without a break's mercy
I don't need any help! From nobody
Merciless lone fighter
I do wish for something: Your voice
Do you hear me? I feel your breath
The sand is ripping through the parquet
My house is empty
I remain in solitude
A grinning belt head
That's how I turned into memories

Do you hear me? I feel your voice
The Sandstorm
93 · Feb 24
Heaven's Gates
Max Neumann Feb 24
Hand me the machine gun
My dear angel
The boys are coming soon
You don't wanna let them start

Already they knock on your door
First check the premises
Wipe the floor
Nothing but tiny broken hearts

Forgive 'em their deeds
First there was only talk
Take these before it starts
The red basement keys

You children
We have all the answers
Simple and knowing
On the ******* of good angels

Lost in the maw of the winners

The boys did the work
They're trained
As good as new
They inspecting you

At the end of an avenue
Facing the gates of heaven
Sky-colored gates
Angels sit upon them

Is there a place left
When do you open
This realm is so silent
Soon the boys will come

The angels answer
Their mouths move silently
Fireflies swirl in their wings
Where are the red keys
Heaven's Gates
93 · Mar 5
Come and See!
Max Neumann Mar 5
Awakened at the roadside ditch
In the land of the privileged
Soon I can’t take it anymore
The sun burns on my neck

A cross carved into the skin
Tracks of blood into yesterday
Come and see!
Welcome to life hustle

Amidst leeches and gorillas
Carry all you can grab
Whatever isn’t bolted down
Exactly!

Labyrinth of spirals and perfumes
Every scent for free
Beatings from veiled fists
Come along

Don’t be like that
Street sweepers dance in the wind
Bonbons rush through the sky
Come on, grab what you can!

No one leaves empty-handed
Everyone was stripped
By themselves and purely by chance
The market is like the wind

This is the truth
The market is like the wind
Come and see!
On golden houses gorillas crouch

They devour leeches
**** them dry
Until new leeches emerge
To drain the gorillas

The skyline sparkles
Beneath it the red-light district blooming
Come and see!
At the roadside ditch
Come and See!
92 · Sep 2024
The Beacon
Max Neumann Sep 2024
Cause these people are traveling
Through light, weightless and covered
With the dust of eternity, they're now
Yelling words through distances of
Years and rooms, words ground by the
Misery of love, translucent, born to burst,
Yet hard as a rock.

Rocks, survived by the patience of
Water, sunken in oceans, simulation
Of a loss, of a transformation —
A child is chuckling while putting a shell
To its ear, listening to the swoosh of the Waves.

"Like the swoosh of the waves", the
Gardener is thinking while cutting the leaves, As the wind
Is blowing, surrounded by palaces of glass
And metal, smooth, glistening, built by Nobody for the whispering few.

Cooing, the doves are painting a white
Picture into the sky, and above the sky,
Deeply in space, people are consistently
Traveling through light, through a pale
Reflection, a reflected opalescence of
Earth's light, where deep down the eyes of a Child, putting a shell to its ear, are
Glowing.
The Beacon
92 · Jun 2024
Round Wettish Mouth
Max Neumann Jun 2024
38 souls away
The shore

Naked lady with huge *******
Her round wettish mouth is open
Round Wettish Mouth
92 · Mar 2024
The Broken Angels
Max Neumann Mar 2024
I had arrived
Dancing with a bunch of broken angels
Who had been people of pride
Who thought they were invincible

Who had fallen
To get up in vanity
To topple
Creeping full of contempt

I originate from contempt
From a land before this age
Where goons live in car wrecks
Between the hips of their mothers

I left this land wounded
Without wounds I'd stayed
Therefore I am grateful
The message of the broken angels

Who left for good to found a land
A land for this age
For the broken angels of this world
So I have many brothers and sisters

Their words remind me of the Old Land
Spoken in our New Land
I do love you broken angels
I love us
The Broken Angels
90 · Jun 2024
Endless
Max Neumann Jun 2024
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
Endless
89 · Nov 2024
House of Silence
Max Neumann Nov 2024
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
House of Silence
89 · Mar 2024
A Shadow's Journey
Max Neumann Mar 2024
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
A Shadow's Journey
89 · Apr 2024
City of Names
Max Neumann Apr 2024
In your serenity I walked over rails
Past glistening trains of life
Trains running in the sun
Through the city of names

I lived with your name
To meet a female
Who owned a white dog
Freed from the misery of an island
Brought to the city of names
Upon her lap
Who was a transient
In the city of names

I do live in your affection
I'll be where you want me to
If you want me to, I'll stay

Lap from human silk
We will have been here
The transient was hurt
A wound was on her face
She spoke about her dead husband
Who had taken his own life
The white dog was panting
Among blacktop and cherry blossoms
In the city of names
City of Names
89 · Jul 2024
Children Between Times
Max Neumann Jul 2024
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
Children Between Times
89 · Dec 2024
The Heat Has Returned
Max Neumann Dec 2024
You cannot hear my tears
Can't see the reflection in the puddle
Can't understand the holes in the concrete

This house has turned to ice
All pictures of us burned
In the war of vengeance

When you left me
I suffocated
In my dreams I see you

Morning of the endless summer
Free like a butterfly
Happy

Melody of goodness
For our love
Born from children's laughter

The heat has returned
Orange and kind
At the entrance to the sea
The Heat Has Returned
88 · Mar 10
Blood On Your Hands
Max Neumann Mar 10
Without courage and without hope
White lies
Thieves of the night
You should be ashamed

Blood stains your hands
We all know the truth

We die
We weep
We will never show fear
I was never afraid

Even in my tears
Dwells eternal care
Even in my sorrow
Lives eternal resurrection

Live with courage and give hope
Your lies do not reach me
Your names are made of guilt
Love, courage, hope

Blood on your hands
We all know the truth
Blood On Your Hands
88 · Apr 2024
I Didn't Know Anything
Max Neumann Apr 2024
I didn't know about your slough skin
Of the hideout in the wood's light
By the debauchery of the ancient
I didn't know anything

So I was searching in my words
Flicking through them to their origin
To discover ***** of skin
Buried in oblivion
Within creaky floorboard
In abandoned buildings

Your skin was at such a place
I didn't know about this
I was diving
In the cooling mud of my dreams
Grinning words were there
Robbed from the mouths of sick angels

I wanna be close to you
Gimme your breath!
At the goal there is no quest
So I flee to the land of the mutes
There are only answers

I'll be going there
I'm certain
I don't know anything
I Didn't Know Anything
Max Neumann Jan 2024
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
A Dream Made Of Love And Lights
86 · Mar 2024
The Birth
Max Neumann Mar 2024
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
The Birth
Max Neumann May 25
The hatch’s eyes were glowing
Full of cellar lights
Flies whirred through
Out of a timeless thicket

In the thicket of timelessness
These moments existed
Because they are yet to come
Through mouths of stone-throwers

We were hidden in the night
In a crack of the station
Near Branko’s jowls
On a floor strewn with marbles

Glitter children
In search of faith
With red markers
From stairwell to stairwell

But the avenues longed for us
So we moved into the realm of leaves
Through a glowing hatch
Into the pull

A vast pull from yesterday
Full of bear cries
Amidst the glass houses
At the end of the downfall
The Thicket of Timelessness
86 · Nov 2024
Colors of the Night
Max Neumann Nov 2024
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.
Colors of the Night
85 · Jan 10
Down With The Father
Max Neumann Jan 10
Down with the father
The kids are back
A lifetime lies behind them
And you’re frozen in red glass

Down with the father
Mothers have vanished
Behind a curtain of secrets
Pyramids were found

Not in the black wall safe
Not in the jaws of the grey wolf
Not in dreams anymore
Not for a long time

Did happiness ever shine in here?
The happiness we once danced for
It flickered ochre-yellow in the room
While the streets gathered dust

Pull my thoughts to the surface —
I’ll build you a land
The elders have been there for ages
Frozen in red glass

This is another time
You know
Back then they used to roar:
Down with the father!
Down With The Father
85 · Jun 2024
Rich Men
Max Neumann Jun 2024
Rich men cause empires to fall
The heir wants his father to die
The poor ones envy him

It takes money to make money
Harvard / Detroit
An eye for an eye

Tweed suit, cuff buttons, shark collar
Jordans, Escalade, protection money
A tooth for a tooth
Rich Men
84 · Mar 2024
Voice of Light
Max Neumann Mar 2024
Wise man showed me the way
There, at the dawn of the light
The good land is there
It doesn't have a border
Reachable via faith

Wise man raised his head
Believe in yourself
The voice from deep inside
This voice is your light
The light is the spirit
He loves you

Wise man was yawning
Close your eyes
The ocean is flowing
Waves rushing in silver
I hear the water
Sounds like language
Words of an old friend

Who is your voice
Voice of light
Light of love
Strong, real love

For you, son
For you
Voice of Light
Max Neumann Mar 6
Farewell of the loving hands
They drift away in slow motion
You watch them go
Farewell on the platform in the moonlight

In your mind the sun is shining
On the horizon furious gangs rage
Who have lost everything
Who take everything from everyone

The loving hands disappear
Was it just a memory?
A dream on the avenue?
As you floated past walls

Carried by loving hands
Between graffiti-covered old buildings
Whispering of other times
In the fresh scent of a spring morning

Arrival of the loving hands
Slowly they return
You feel them on your skin
In the springtime shade of the avenue
Farewell Of The Loving Hands
84 · Feb 2024
Letter To Eden
Max Neumann Feb 2024
Red bow with white dots
Like the ears of a bat
Far away from me
When my face was painted on

Red bow and big wide eyes
Looking for something
I took off my dignity
Then I put my face on

My home wasn't a home
Yelling walls
I ripped off my face
Red bow like Minnie Mouse

Heat was destroying me
As in Terminator II
Terminator is melting in lava
The thumb stuck in the air

Wounded and far away from you
The thumb was resting
Mom was taking a picture
You're wearing a red bow

Coming back into life
Stinking fleshwound at the knee
A pink dress with the bow
I took off my face

Decomposing for the first time
For the first time in my life
I decomposed within myself
Shaved and washed my skin

Mom was hugging you
Taking off your red bow
You were thinking off me
I was thinking about you
Letter To Eden
83 · Sep 2024
War, Creek, Silk
Max Neumann Sep 2024
Is it over?
Been waiting for this day.
In the red, deep night I was sitting
Once in a creek of silk. Virgins were Diving in it.

Will I be attending?
I don't belong to anyone cause I
Belong to everyone.
You a member?
You were taking pictures back then, Down by the creek.

Maybe this connects us.
Since you brought a good moment
To the future.
The only reason for this poem
Is God's Mercy.

Therefore I'm akin to a great-grandson.
Whose great-grandfather was confined
In a camp during the war.
There, sunbeams consisted of
The desire for freedom. And guards were yelling in nights of flashs.

So I believe: Something connects us.
If I'd go that far to claim we would
Belong together?
War, Creek, Silk
83 · Feb 5
Forgotten
Max Neumann Feb 5
Forgotten
On a red morning in nothingness
Forgotten
Before the great gates of heaven
Forgotten
Where once I loved
Where once I laughed

Forgotten
Forgotten when and where
Between the barriers of regret
Guided by the lion’s call

Fearless against forgetting
Fighters against forgetting
Never remain lying in sorrow

Rise against forgetting
Dance against forgetting
Roar the worries into oblivion!

Youth is crumpled paper
Torn apart by the muscles of rage
Forgotten

Forgotten
Under the cold light of day
Forgotten
In the words of the Redeemer
Forgotten
So that I may love again
So that I may laugh again
Forgotten
83 · Dec 2024
Our Hearts
Max Neumann Dec 2024
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
Our Hearts
83 · Mar 29
A New Life
Max Neumann Mar 29
From the black forests of misfortune
Like a vortex
Where storms rage in the eyes of the man
From the ghetto

Forests were cut down
By eternal spirits
Like fireflies henceforth
Impregnating the darkness

These luminous creatures
Someone preserved them
Exactly; for decades
So they could be described

Sparkling eyes!
Stones and guns!
Waves like houses!
The giggling baby
Relief for the beaten
Athlete

To establish a new life
In the community of sick angels
Who speak in hugs
Always and forever holding on
Staying together
They are together
A New Life
82 · Nov 2024
Morning of Angels
Max Neumann Nov 2024
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.
Morning of Angels
81 · Apr 2024
Nearness
Max Neumann Apr 2024
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
Nearness
Max Neumann Feb 8
Thieves in the night of lies
White lies love lies
There was a blaze in the day
We die in the sun

Astronauts have disappeared
Like 13-year-olds from ghettos
Mute owls wave from fences
Fire wheels line vast roads

In our tears birth slumbers
Ancient dreams of salt and greed
Blue tongues hiss in the spray
Among the men of foam

There is no fear in love
Though wide-open eyes
Suggest the opposite
***** it! Wholecars! Prank buzzing!

The Holy ****** is a child of the night
The red shores swim in memories
No one bears guilt
Dazzling white shirts; shark collars

Forever drawn to the horizon
Vanished
In their place came wild apes
Screaming, bleeding, countless packs

Under a sky of green butterflies
White lies
The apes sweep across the land
Forever drawn to the horizon
Thieves In The Night Of Lies
80 · Feb 2024
The Forgotten Home
Max Neumann Feb 2024
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
The Forgotten Home
80 · Mar 11
The Gardens
Max Neumann Mar 11
The gazes are infinitely white
Mortal
Forgiving
Full of bullet juice

The ground has vanished
Buried
In yesterday
Hunters dance around the fire

The glow turned yellow
Unexpectedly
At the corner of shattered glass
By the airport of stars

Innocence returns
Oh God how I miss it!
It always flows around the strength
In the biceps of heavenly gardens

To the detour
Washed through clear water
Where the night is always bright
Where I am loved and desired
The Gardens
Max Neumann Nov 2024
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!
A King's Message To Himself
79 · May 5
Boss of Dreams
Max Neumann May 5
Turn to the boss of dreams
Ask for kind wishes
Fly on the sound of stars

Dissolution
Silence
Theft

So that sleep is endless
To lose no more
Because stars hum like gods

Choirs in blue
Concrete in splashes
Invisible handcuffs

The boss of dreams approaches
On a horse made of wishes
In a fog of stardust

We reach each other
On his shoulders
Mighty red shoulders
Boss of Dreams
78 · Jun 2024
All Or Nothing
Max Neumann Jun 2024
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
All Or Nothing
77 · Apr 27
The Sick One
Max Neumann Apr 27
Lastly the shadow in the eye
Spoken by the sick one
His glances speak

Dream-colored
Dead language
No one belongs to us!

The shadows encircle the sick one
Sweat-soaked his forehead shines
Reflecting ancient beings

We buy up cities!
Conquer entire streets
Victors from ****** battles

Shadows lie in the way
Thus the sick one stumbles
Above him a black sky

We have won!
War of the glass swords
Whisper us one more wish...

But the sick one sleeps
For the next thousand years
A red, true sleep
The Sick One
76 · Nov 2024
No Kingdom
Max Neumann Nov 2024
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
No Kingdom
Max Neumann Jun 2
Sunlight and Cobwebs
Bars on the windows
Men search for tobacco crumbs
2022 Spider-Men

The greatest battle is against ourselves
Trains shatter words
Crashing over tracks like bombs
Doors close

A door opens
As Koreans fight to the bone
The doorbell rings shrill
2021 Spider-Men dead
One Spider-Man remained

On this one-of-a-kind day
That will never come again
The spider sleeps by day
In the walls near the forest

In the house of the sensitive plant
Whose leaves can’t bear the
sun
The Koreans scream in pain
Shrill rings the elevator bell

Where is Spider-Man?
In May 2022 he asked for a box
To dance

In the room with barred windows
Where men open cigarette butts
Crouching on the floor, smoking
In sunlight and cobwebs
In Sunlight and Cobwebs
76 · Jun 2024
Letting Loose
Max Neumann Jun 2024
Snakes were stolen
Tall savages are broken out
Carrying heads
Heads of snakes

Darkness over the land
Black, tenuous threads
Like stitches
Birds warbling evil thoughts

Letting loose
Life is not a race
Red journey
How to let a wish loose?

Rescue ropes hanging from heaven
White cord
Wind is forging shapes from it
Scrawny morning of upheaval

The birds are singing of the savages
Warbling nestling in a snake mouth
Severed; wide open eyes
Letting loose
Letting Loose
75 · Feb 15
Day Of The Inventions
Max Neumann Feb 15
Risen from the stream of stars
The dust of the cosmos in your belly
Words full of poems
Lush and fat golden cows
Insatiable, silent
Children of the sandstorm
War of notes and stamps
The blood-red seal

Your life is an invention
And so you awaken
In the soul of an invention
Helpless and raging
****** and reeking
Head into the wall
Forehead against glass

Shard dust
This day is made of glass
Red, vast, built from many inventions
Shaped by your wishes
By the wishes of those who remained
Who have stayed
On the day of inventions
Week of the breathing ones
Month of euphoria
Years are thus milked
On the day of inventions
To cool your bleeding forehead
To heal your rage
To still your search

You are good, and I love you
I love you dearly
Electricity crackles between us
From the gardens of arrival
Here, trees bloom blue

Below, a clear stream
From the earth to the stars
And back
Into your shining gaze
For your light
On the day of the inventions
Day Of The Inventions
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