The child escaped the
suit of fear.
Its friends are close to the
Child, yet it feels lonely.

And remorseful when watching its face.

For the first time the child perceives
Itself not wearing the suit of fear; in an
Empty pool filled with sunlight.
The eyes of the child are twitching; it's cold.

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

talking 'bout kush, so cali, holy swoosh like nike
doing the right thing: the double truth, spike lee
i am overflowing wisdom and shine out of words
but you'll only see tattoos, my body is a haze

if you're not from me, at the corner of the real ones
i'll be catching whole ones, re-up and ride on
as i put a smile on vivian's face, i live the pace
of something you will never feel, explosionz

wait, i'll be starting the mirror, check out the ring
check out the seal, amber-red, the shining
now, you're acting seemingly dead, eyes winered
after a night with me, you realize your schism

no worries, there comes just a snowstorm, glossywhite flurry
synthies are falling down, bombs are blasting sounds
when i was five, i got bass-addicted, waterfalls splashing
holy swoosh, you are asking for forgiveness

36 souls in a prada bag, the dead, the ashes
morocco and nador, the runner, the hashish
multicultural friendshipz, all the world
16er lifestyle, golden lights, green fog

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

I am putting confidence in your hands
Take it between your fingertips
It's the confidence of solitary decades
I am from the land of solitude
A land behind the gaps of secrets
There I lay in a bed of fog
Folding my hands

I folded my hands in the bed of fog
A voice coming from the speaker
The voice implored me
A high and clear voice
This voice stood up against death

I folded my hands against dying
In a puddle of poisoned dreams
Leeches were swimming inside the puddle
Close to my fleshy lids

The voice was speaking clear words
In a good and strong language
This language described a light
The green and naked light of birth
Words dropping down as mother blood
Dripping inside my dying mouth

Certainly this made me laugh
I was laughing like life's first day
Such a thorough and naked laughter
Among the blood of clear words

That day I came into the world

i just have to deal with something
i just have to deal with something
my father would tell me as a child
then he was gone for hours

like sun in the night he had vanished
he used to go away every evening
while years were melting
and he always did the same:

my father would play the piano
my father would play the guitar
my father would sing and drink
my father would meet a woman

years were melting and i grew up
an hour here, two hours there
peng, now you're eighteen
a delinquent without a role-model

zoom, how fast time had passed by
rivers of oblivion in my father's eyes
he looked at me like looking into a mirror
he talked to me and only talked about himself

my father never really raised me
i am a lion you know, i have to be strong
feel me or not; go away or stay; be hetero or gay
nothing of it matters: i am my own daddy

fatherhood is a matter of interpretation
each father is flawless and full of flaws
my father was absent and never tried to stay
now i am a father, struggling with my demons

fear and sweat, flashin' gear
writin' rapz in hectic, but: yeaaah!
detached paramedics, but: yeeeah!
tizz alive, he and me, didn't die

who am i? will i be a version of me
free from dat ******* of abuse, b?
who would tell you the truth? me?
dunno, demons inside wear masks

they hide, whisper, mouth odor like gas
i'm behind, they passed by, they see,
know and feel dat i'm blind -- what is real?
and what's not? i know diz be god

"good" and "god" are like moon and sun
but if i use, then i run, will forget wise men
and it's bleeding through my eyes when
i'm unable to arise and sling like five men

codes from the land of oblivion
demons sending messages: dey fo'
da trashcan, you may be from aspen,
or a child of da bronx: good remains good

wrongs remain wrongs, stuck in-between
writing songs like cage fighters, man bites
dog, my weapon may be a pen or a glock:
if i do, use, take or abuse drugs: i'll fail

the loft, the jail, the yacht, the hate
hell ain't a snake pit but a desperate living,
shivering, lonely, no homeys, suffering
ignorant and angry, indifferent, cranky

still: a flickering, glimmering, somewhen

rock bottom, i hit it, my addict: i'm wit him
he within' me, steely and sneaky, peace
of ****, b, chasin' the thrill just to **** me
i will be dyin', will be fightin', skies brighten

no bullshittin, johnny weeks, so high,
delusional: "i'm a viking", drugs are unusual
why do i used dem as much dat i felt like
jim carrey as "truman" -- observed, being

followed; diz a good state to be in?
ya know da answer, my friend, shake
your own hand, accept ya name
leave da climate of coldness

diz requires boldness, but ya know what?
the addicted demons hate us like themselves
do not let 'em do dat
lock em in an inner shelf, wit a key

call it as you like, dear friend, i call it
"SELF-LOVE", ooooh boy: what a word,
what a term, your stomach may rage now:
fierce, furious demons being in flames

heaven yeah, let em burn, it's your turn,
put your life into god's hands, soft hands
clean yourself, wash ya hands, the
end of this poem must not be ours


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dear mr. president do
you know

timothy & bao
ikram & erhard
puja & timon
folami & leonardo

shannon & kavi
kenzō & shaquille
meklit & aleksej
gabriela & hugo?

they all work hard to
make a living

honor diversity america
has been a great team

some birds recently died of a smog overdose
this is not a big deal but activists are raging
last night they destroyed the lion's cage in the zoo
the lions ate all of them but they died with a certainty:

"we stood against the psychological torture of animals"
when the activists took their last breath, fulfilled
as their arms and legs were bitten off, they sobbed,
deeply concerned if the lions could digest human flesh

unselfish souls, good-hearted people; their families miss them
now they are waiting in front of netherworld's entrance
memories are rolling over their retinals, they are scared
fear is flickering, the activists are looking at gigantic doors

did they really do the right thing? dying as early?
when things have become unchangeable, doubt is arising
doubting is one of the cruelest acts of thinking and feeling
doubting leads to an idealization of the self; mirror-addiction

to kiss a shark is dangerous but some doubts will **** you
we may think that we control them – they dominate us
the mobiles of the activists are switched off
relatives and partners are trying to reach them

zoo visitors hear a ringtone coming from the lions
later on, the zookeeper finds an iphone in their feces
but the activists are fine, they died for a purpose
their funerals will be events of glorification

nobody will speak badly about them; nobody will criticize anything
they left babies, toddlers, wives, husbands and relatives behind
but they died for a purpose; they really did and that's what counts
it's over: stars are vomiting, the cemetery god is reading epitaphs

A lion escaping from his cage
Under the golden floodlights
Among screams of the curious
To get out of their eyes

Stars have disembarked
To scatter glistening dust
Filling gloom with happiness
Earth is an altered place

Rays wandering above the city
Concealed in the doves' blinking
Everything evolves from awakening
Thus a dream is beginning

A man spoke of that yesterday
His light shining in the wheelchair
To carry love to the sick ones
Speaking about awakening

I took his light into my hands
So it got to my skin
His words became fireflies
At night they defuncted

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.

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

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

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

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

i am threatened by someone:
every day

in my head
behind my eyes
behind my flesh
in the land of my soul there lives a dictator

to whom i listened far too long
this dictator wants to **** me
fully and entirely

it may sound contradictory:
i do not hate him since
he is weak and overfilled with doubts

his shouts are coming from my
childhood; he looks similar as i looked
when i was four years old.
(only similar, uuuuuh yeeah)

the child-like dictator is disguised in a dress of childly needs.
his spirit is not spiritual.
he is only child-like:
a copy.

and his insidious siren calls:
now they sound like the voice
of a lonely man.

believe me, child-like dictator:
i do tolerate you as a part of myself.

be certain, dictator:
i won't follow your ideas, needs and orders.

you may stay.
i walk freely.

how disturbingly insidious you are.
you must hate me, don't you?
i mean who are you?!

you're playing tricks on me like crazy. that's for certain. and if anything is for certain in our drug-plagued country, then it is this certainty: that you ― the child-like dictator ― want to rule over me.

let me explain to the reader why i am saying so:

an hour ago, i was taking my son to kindergarten. closely to the chest my little daughter eden; sleeping in a baby carrier.

after i had dropped off my son, ideas for new poems were going through my head.

i eventually decided to write a poem on drugs, written from the perspective of various mind-altering substances.

well. fine.

i got home. my wife took eden out from the baby carrier. i was ready to write. only one cigarette first. smoking on the balcony. don't need my kids to inhale toxical fog. and don't need to know them about my smoking habit.

suddenly, out of the blue (no: out of the dark) ―

out of the dark, you made my heart beating faster. my heart was racing. my heart was banging against my chest.
secretly, you creeped through the area between skin and soul.
seconds later, you made it somehow to reach my mind.

inside my head, you were not saying anything. i don't hear voices and i'm not crazy. (that's the second certainty i am gaining from writing this poem.)

you're not a talker, child-like dictator. you're a quiet addict, depressed and scared to speak with others. because you do fear people, closeness and love. you fear them so much that you want to do drugs in order to feel something else than fear. and to numb how afraid of love you are.

a poor creature you are. but your attempt to ****** me quietly today: it failed.

and you know why? because i have friends. and many of these friends have been struggling with their own dictatorships. feel me.

i won't let you make my decisions.
gonna stay clean.

for me. for my family.

adios amigo. don't pressure me like you do. try to love me as i love you.

try to love.
try to.
try.

mikey

do me a favor aight
when you go switch off the lights

close the door behind
you

pay attention to the lock it
makes a sound pay attention

do me this favor
you gotta do it cause

shadows everywhere
voices everywhere
enemies everywhere

ain't no fun though as
gang colors in the nineties

tag watts
tag berlin
tag harlem

shadows everywhere
voices everywhere
enemies everywhere

for twentyseven years
do me a favor aight?

i've been looking for a brother
i've  been looking for a mother

nobody knows about it
they don't know and they
don't have to

when they interrogate you
about last night
when they ask tell em:

i was asleep at night
as civilians do

no talk about turf
no talk about extortion
no talk about capital crimes

private matters
wat matter is you
lock the door baby

I came into the world in a dream
To awake amid a storm
Red leaves flying around
Storm in my breath

Everything wanted to dream
Of an Edenic place
Refuge of a dateless self
Among shattered mirrors

Full of dust I was dwelling
Deep darkness
Sprayed walls
Dirt under my nails

Eden in front of the windows
Impregnated by lights and rich
In the garbage I was dwelling
Apart from hope

Iridescent Eden
Remotely nearby
A bell was ringing
The journey began

I smashed the mirrors
I smashed the walls
Cleaned my nails
Washed my face in the sea

To awake at a shore
Between colorful birds
Singing a song of freedom
In this dream I fell asleep

righteousness
care
siblings

mom
dad
son
wife

eden

In front of my face rain is floating
Like frozen in a kind of break
Slow motion for the fallen
Everyone is dying of hunger

In front of my face the sun is lisping
Sounds like decades ago
Kids raving and yelling and raging
Far off from my homeland

In front of my face a dog is yawning
Loafing about and panting
I scent the soul of this dog
Within my dream it is alive

In front of my navel there is a sound
A siren is telling me something
At the red shore of the long arrival
The waves are swallowing her chant

In front of my feet sand is drifting
A smiling face is in the sand
I am this face
The water is washing it away

in your first life, you are a human, and express yourself
in your second life, you are a dog, only able to bark
in your third life, you are a tree, existing in silence
the nirvana will be your salvation: god-approved nothingness

humans can not imagine such a state, we only imagine the netherworld:
heaven and hell are places of gates, fire, lights, gardens and trees
so, does the afterlife take place on earth? what is the case?
do the dead, invisibly, populate the earth like in "the sixth sense"?

a famous playwright once stated that the dead dwell behind curtains
but they don't do so, in reality, they flow through our souls
like rivers through a channel, our souls are tools for ancestors
we do not feel them but they sense us strongly, they scent us

souls governed all human acts that were ever commited
souls govern all human acts that are being commited right now
souls govern all human acts that will be commited
a soul's texture is invisible, yet it weighs precisely 21 grams

everything i wrote about the afterlife and the soul may be wrong
i am as human as you, reflecting and presuming; my hands are tied
i would like to be a tv-preacher but i am not addicted to the dollar
god-channels are flodded by donation banners; humans buy certainty

this certainty, though, only lasts until our final breath: then we will know
then we will really know but we can't tell anyone; and that's our torture
i appreciate life but there are things we will never figure out while living
ludicrous uncertainty is drifting through my mind: the end of the dream

I saw the end of the wind
In a loop of time and dreams
For the birth of the benevolent
The love in a balloon's belly button
Between fingertip and string
In the grin of a canned child
Who is a belthead
Who ran through deserts
Among fathers and mirages
To pick up desert and water
To forget the sand and the water

I impregnated the end of the wind
With the cludgel of avarice
My head was bursting in wishes
I would spot demons made of gold
Dancing through the channels of future
Dressed in the loss of real love

I saw the end of love
Amid a chaos of winds
Within the fathers of mirages
Blown through the lips of the flying ones
In a mesh of tunnels
Tunnels are good for the dawn
The people of broken angels recover there
Come into my hug of winds
Deserts and waters belong to the wind
I got love for the luggage of your dreams
Red, round, real, racing, ripe love

pure so
pure purely pure

heavily addicted couldn't
stop even for an hour or
so i became a lie living a life
of lies;

me the lie gave birth to following
lies which caused a clash:
i against i

soon the addict within me wanted to
die he longed for the excellent
death

made me jump on the outer window-sill fourth
floor toying with ideas
enjoying ideas

didn't wanna live anymore
longin' for the excellent
death

yet here i am
remaining
standing

i will remain
i will be remaining
i will have remained surviving each form of
the excellent death

cause you know what???
******* death!
god already planned everything.

it's logical and more than anything else it's
love

i see you god daily in my children's
smile
and every day we look at each other for a
while

you're my reason to smile you're the reason to
laugh although i could
cry

I WON'T DIE

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.

want a new addiction, want to fall victim
explain to me: why do dem females have similar names?
i was blacklisted and then i got promoted

all my poems were burned by me
and i destroyed all my novels, dramas and stories
blog entries, essays and term paperz...

and every time i closed my eyes, i stopped existing
the creature of the night, ******* of da city
fundamental, livin' under mental conditionz
chanukka and christmaz, gimme me three minutez:

imma be, stay and i'll have claimed my spot in it
no matter where ya at, anthony and antwone,
italo-africanz, meet dem boyz, cry, run, but die
no room for da shy, da law of the chosen few

8000 family memberz, nationwide and global
and don't they dare to fukk around -- we alwayz local

A cat was raging in the fire
Spitting blaze
Turkish hatred

Someone hid a cloth
By the Tigris
Ahead of the goat farmers

Two parallel events
Simultaneously
Burnt by oblivion

I can fly
Over there a moment is being buried
In the wink of a newborn
The child is blind

I can fly
Over there people of stars are marching
Across the street of wings
The stars are burning

I can fly
Above the buried moment
Like an angel of love
Just for you

I can fly
Above the streets of stars
Like a dying nation
It belongs to you

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 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

4 x 4 in the red fog
38 of fortune
Scattering trails in the sand
Where children dwell in baracks

The eye glows in the desert light
Endless mirages
Languages overshadow dreams
Wings in constant span

Come to the fortress!
Here are your people
Arriving on the final day
16 in number

Until we reach the cliff
On the red shores
Playful water
Forever

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

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

there's a hidden man
he a fan of mirrors
his first name be terror

see this hidden man be
like writer's block and white paper
like planes in skyscrapers

there's a hidden man
skin made of cobweb: an-other
no friend sis or brother

there's a hidden man
wenn er dich packt: renn!
there is a hidden man

he a cheerleader who
became the grim reaper

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

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

you feel me?

time was talking to me in a bubble of dreams
asked me if i was ready for a new experience
since time doesn't speak to you normally, i stuttered:
ye-yes, i'm ready, bu-but where will it take me?

well, young man, time said, it will take you to
a country that has never been discovered
this country is made of islands, thousands of them
nobody lives there, except orange birds and fish

but forget all the islands, they are lifeless, excluding one:
home to a man who is called golem the violinist
he consists of letters and is mute, he can not speak a word
how will i talk to golem then? i asked inquisitively

time didn't answer my question; it just smiled gently
i blinked and afterwards, i arrived on the island
swarms of orange birds were roaming the air
silver waves were surging against my naked feet

was i really dreaming? i pinched myself and it hurt
i was not dreaming because i could feel the pain
suddenly, i could hear a violin, slowly played
i turned around and saw golem, his eyes closed

golem was huge, athletic and coated in tattoos
the entire body was covered with the alphabet
golem's head was nodding to the melody of the music
puzzled, i asked him which song he was performing

he didn't answer; i had forgotten that he was mute
i asked again, he put the violin aside, devoted mien
golem raised his index finger and placed it on a letter
it was an "s", curiously, i followed his finger, as he continued

i finally read the words "sunshine adagio in d minor"
but at this stage of my life, i was just listening, passively
today, i depend on music to write, on orchestral sounds
"sunshine adagio in d minor" was played by the golem

he presented me the grace and strength of the violin
i could never visit this island again; never in my life
golem enchanted me so heavily, my memory is erased
i can't remember the way to his island anymore

it is not on any map, nowhere, but i kept something:
golem introduced me to breathtaking music, heaven yeah!
and the violin has been inspiring me since then
sunshine, adagio in d minor: i do admire you, song

i thank you golem for your gift and for your time
maybe you'll read this one day and tell me the way back
back to your island, back to the birthplace of muse
i love you brother, you are like kin, all yours, mikey

come on
hand me a poem will ya

or at least a stanza i
be willing to do everything

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

not even a verse? cmon!

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

or i mean frankly ahem argh
gimme letters

at least one single meaningful letter

come on
hand me a poem will ya

or at least a stanza i
be willing to do everything

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

not even a verse? cmon!

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

or i mean frankly ahem argh
gimme letters

at least one single meaningful
letter

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.

a lioness above
clouds chilling
in freezing iceblue fog
quite willing

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

These people you do not know
They stand in the shadow of the Whisperers
All their movements whisper
Their words are made of codes

You are not like them
They stick together
You feel rejected by them
But you have a family

A family of the Kind and the Old
Anyone can belong
No one shall be excluded
This is your family, my son

Forget the Whisperers
Their whispers fade
Their gazes like dust
Their words fell silent

I am here for you
The wind of the Old
The sun of the Kind
The love of your family

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

Here! You receive the full force
Love, kindness, courage
I give you all of myself
I want nothing in return!

Here! Grow beyond yourself
Grow through cracks in stone
Like a plant
Heal the pain

Here! This is the message
We wrote it together
By the mighty sea
Carry it in your heart

Here! These words are for you
Guard them like a mother guards her child
Protect them with your life
Grow all the way to the sky

One day, angels will sing
Who have long been here
Among the living
In the invisible world

Stay! I need your strength
You are my son
We are forever connected
Inseparable like water in the sea

mighty children of wondaland:

blessed be metropolis, blessed be you
we are witnessing a day of change
sunrays shine on addicts and pushers
dawn dissolves into dust and trance

the streets are flooded by disciples
in packs, they are chasing rainbows
moon man, thco, fabienne male dog
ghosts of the past glow in their eyes

none of 'em will you find, they find you
mob of shadow faces, untraceable
the scent of humans betrays them
round corners, pink hoes, fat **** frank

just call da man who knows his uncle
relate to tizz, all best to his family
but don't watch him carefully, kin
isn't always what ya expect, tho'

i burned holes in my skin to taste god
meanwhile, rotten kids killed rich kids
the income gap matters, my old friend
may the esteemed reader decide at night

24/7 trance and insomnia, you feel me?
regardless of your background & race
regardless of your ****** identity & age
the movement is booming and global

The Ocean Inside

I

a place made of cosmic dust and water is
inside of me, birthplace of poetry
red voices are echoing through the ocean
in order to create words of vignettes
the lines are floating above the water's surface

II

how can they escape from the dullness
of my mind? my thoughts are not a poem yet
i have to lure them with music, with adagios
the strings are playing and they are dancing
green layers of feelings transcend me

III

my hand is not writing on the keyboard
the keyboard is writing on my hands
i can not dictate my muse, she is shy
she only comes out when i rest

IV

the muse wakes me up and overtakes
rivers of oblivion, streams of consciousness
no thinking about the reader or the trophy

V

a place made of muses and flow is
inside of me, birthplace of poems
pink voices are echoing through the vignette
in order to create words of a special form
the verses are drifting through clear water

Look for me in the siren
Cause I was, I am, I stay
Look for me in the mazes
Where I use to write and sleep

You will never find me
I swear to you in a burning oath
Cause I always walk behind you
Grey jacket and murky glimpse

Look for me in the great storm
Between the shreds of screams
Look for me in the debris
I will be a shadow

You will never find me
Cause I watch you walking
A dad watching his little child
You will never find me

isolation is a redly glowing wolf
it is too close to me, get away
how can i believe in myself?
the night swallows self-confidence

i am waiting for an angel sent by
the tall and wise heralds of my fate
they are riding the train of future
i don't know how to hop on, no clue

eden's sounds are distracting me
but in her eyes i can see where my train
is supposed to stop and to arrive
ancient existences are floodding her pupil

they stem from a place called nirvana
it is the deep core of a human being's soul
light suffuses their shape, goldly shining
they fight against the demons of our world

and as the years passing by, they become
our nostalgic memories and our sentiment
i want to be there for eden, protecting her
the red wolf will not come between us

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.