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.

This day is not your friend
This day is an enemy of delusions
Enemy of benevolence
This day steals red swords

The transformation has happened
Secretly apart from the living ones
In the stomach of the pregnant ******
Between the laps of Golem

The river was raging!
So the day would become silent
The river and the day were fighting
Something new evolved from it

A creature of lurid lights
Unknown to all callous people
Others know this creature
At dawn it guzzles words

the rivers of shades
provide water for the forgotten
ones

who have been isolated
from all living in order to
dance

you'll find their silhouettes
behind curtains, in flickering, a
chance

for the living to look closer
in ice-packed letters forever
can't

you give it all back to me?
i need me my caring, my huggings
don't

stay away from me i wouldn't cope
i would grab a thick rope but ya know i
won't

everything counts no detachments
attachment: the rivers of shades approaching
us

we can't get away from them they
are here now and they will stay
more

depictions of endless loopholes
children adults and groups
into rivers of shades:

the last curtain
the last candle
the last silhouette

"we can't get away from them"
you say looking at me but "no sweat
we'll be good baby" i'm echoing as we

become a combination of wolf & lioness
from one unit into one fluid
liquid

last echoes voices and shades
but the rivers remain
but the rivers remain

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


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

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

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


my crutch
what i want to say 
i build on you 
i believe in you
 
i need you like nothing else in this world  
when i'm lonesome, freezing and scared 
when my soil is occupied by demons 
when i fall and being plagued by evil

you give me strength and shelter 
how often did you save me 
you winged and carried me 
what i want to say  

i build on you 
i believe in you 
i need you like nothing else in this world  
what i want  to say 

i believe in you 
i trust in you 
i build on you 
lord, you are the rock 

my heart is happy and i want to thank you with my song 
for all mercy and all peace and the luck that you have been revealing to me 
for the castle that you are and the shelter that only you can give me 

for the love, the prospect, the insight, freedom, hope and strength 
all i want to say is i build on you 
i believe in you and i need you like nothing else in this world
oh 

i believe in you 
oh 
i trust in you 
i build on you 

lord, you are the rock

between mind and soul
there is a strength-giving rock.
that rock protects all of us...



YouTube:

Xavier Naidoo - Der Fels
// Allein Mit Flügel -
Live aus dem Mannheimer Schloss

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

Within the gap it's whistling
The whistling wanders through me
Sing to me the song of love
It comes and goes and comes

How silvery your lips are twinkling
A name stands on them
I forgot it long ago
Looking for you

I'm not trying anymore
Tie a scarf over your eyes
Follow! Follow me blindly
Because I became a shepherd

In the valley of memories
Between soil and rainbows
There I could remove the scarf
Vanish in the covert with you

Is this day gonna come?
It passed and you know that
Lies consist of dust
Grab the scarf

is








not perceptable inside a shopping mall.

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

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 spaciousness of iceblue daylight
you're praying under a frozen olive tree
doubts overpower you: are you good enough?
proving, you scarify your skin with a shard

bourdeaux-red blood mirrors moon fields
the cold drink was frothing like sea spray
you're licking your lips, the sanatorium
snowwhite building, melting windows

if you should go there after prayer
not a question, you're walking right and left
the cold drinks were frothing, you remember?
you forgot it and you remember everything

the silver olive tree includes words
all whispered sticks to it, like dust
if you listen to that tree, you'll hear
hidden is its place among black rocks

The skin of the cat
Blood clings to it
Stars disappeared

The skin of the cat
From the death of brothers
Before resurrection

The skin of the cat
From the land of pyramids
Of authors and wall safes

The skin of the cat
Ashima Abraham
Ice in the station

The skin of the cat
Glide!
The light of the demons went out

The skin of the cat
Born between cars
For the light in the heart

The skin of the cat
This is telepathy
Ishmael from the trauma room

The skin of the cat
To rise again and again
To live again and again!

The skin of the cat is ******
Crushed life sticks to it
Take it! It is your dust now

The stairs shine in the moonlight
The stairs climb the tower of life
The stairs are red in color
The stairs dissolve in the ocean

The stairs come from home
The stairs stay here
The stairs carry hope
The stairs know every human name

The stairs forgave their guilty ones
The stairs listened to wars
The stairs never puzzled
The stairs explained nothing

The stairs will carry us
The stairs do not want that
The stairs will form a unity
The stairs whisper through the ages

The stairs will flicker
The stairs will have trembled
Illuminated
Burned
Extinguished
Blown away
Forgotten

The stairs

tizzop is the lover of
a single mother  

years ago tizzop
knocked at our door
nighttime the remains of
day splattered across the floor

when you think of tizzop:

think of your last
déjà vu and what you
felt
think of early immigration:
the german belt

tizzop: a combination of
people lovin/people hatin'
pride of a nation yet
last letter standing in a
poem without ending

long time ago tizzop
knocked at our door
nighttime the remains of
day splattered across the floor

tizzop hungry; he asked for
food while slowly taking his hat off
to my mom; she delighted since she
saw into the eyes of a warrior acting
quite politely

then tizzop fainted and fell on
the floor obviously he was starving
mom fried some chicken

later at the table tizzop gobbled
bonez'n'skin;
the more i looked at tizzop's
traits the way he moved his
cheeks and chewed his food
i sensed that we were  
kin

nobody talked: familiar
silence filled the room

the more i looked at tizzop's
bossy smile and his
black teeth i was
reminded of something

like the déjà vu of a  
déjà vu

strong connection between
tizzop and me: he
stayed at our place and soon became

my brother
little by little mom turned him
into her lover

wanted to **** him but
didn't
**** it this poem gotz to be
hidden

on a staircase in frankfurt, german financial centre.

a habesha lady in company of two brothers; one of them, a rastafarian, is carrying a beautiful young girl in his arms.

the habesha lady grabs into the girl's ***** blonde hair, saying: "her hair looks so good."

by the sound of her voice, i sense clearly that she has been on strong drugs excessively.

what will be her fate?
and, more importantly, was this girl her daughter?

At the street corner
Shards or money
Preachers yell at souls

Cats rule monkeys
Monkeys steal shirts
White and shark-collared

Three years have passed
Infinity unmoved
But the preacher is gone

At the street corner
A kingdom of cards
10 out of 10 in high gloss

I swallow nothing anymore
My place is clear
So I strike my name

With the axe of courage
Into the ground of the street corner
To drive out all monkeys

The flag is red
Red is the color of the name
Forever street corner

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!

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

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

Did waking on a wave feel too
Hectic?
Yet you dreamt of the sea

I want to carry you into the water, to the
Edge
There we’ll leap off the Earth

I wish you were here to
Rejoice!
For we have been set free

There’s every reason to celebrate, to
Revel
Lay yourself in my hands

Lay yourself between the lines of my palms, to
Travel
You won’t fall asleep

Restlessness will reign until the
Land of Waves
In the water, you will sleep deeply

Little maple trees on the path to
Earth
Water will rock you like a womb

Count the waves, my child
Feel the salt on your skin
The cool winds
At the threshold of the Earth

Smell the salt, my child
Paint the waves
Speak words made of wind
At the treshold of the Earth

god flew through my coffee this morning;
an intellectual crow entered my apartment,
and it guzzled a sip of the holy brew
me? i didn't take notice, just took notes

a blind writer who seeks the extraordinary,
distracted by a strayed quest for himself
left eye red, the right one black, wolfishly
a tribe of suicidals shattered my eye sight

they were dancing in trance
they were singing in kid's voices:

"we forgotten who we are; our skins crumbling
we don't want to live inside your body; no!
we won't be your voice anymore; we be leaving

golemland is our destination, shelter of letters"
then, the tribe of suicidals left, depriving me of words

ivories that are made of letters
grey skin, blackred hair, word babies
gigantic mirror, blackly glowing
psychedelic nature like 1968

apartment in the projects
hallways full of dust and spiders
uncle is smoking the daylight away
his walls covered with bulletholes

red and tired eyes, no smiling
uncle's wife killed in a car crash
dead goons are torturing him now
the memory of her dead body, stuck

past encounters like smoke in the air
red frost covers uncle's body, glaciers
a button to turn back time, fantasies
melting hours for god's sacrifices

a face of stone and bloodred eyes
he is not dumb, he is not wise
a vampire, dressed in black attire
ruler of the world, lobby boss, a rock

a fierce narcissist being hurt
even by your friendliest words
knife-like fingernails, teeth spiky
he slits you up, devours your heart

cannibal lecter style for real
he just does not know how to feel
psychopathic soul, a tall goon
ruling from a bone-made throne

you can not make a deal with him:
he's like a bank and always wins
your family is dead my friend
today is your turn: you will burn

barbeque-images, intestines
human-scented steak with bloodshakes
festival of gore, you creature
since you are the vampire's feature

humans come, humans go, you know?
a vampire does not bother
he will tear your body apart
to carve a poem into your flesh

long ago
the dead would drink
from a certain river to forget
their mortal lives

shades and silent voices
populated blank shores
as the dead patiently
waited to forget

their memories vanished into
thin air
yellow heavens
sparkling bits of color
would lighten up
the dark lights of day

shadows scurried from place
to placelessness
voices sighed and you couldn't
tell if it was the sound of last breaths

you want to stick
around don't you?

you wanna be part
of our crowd?

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

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

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

we won't say a word:

omertà

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Once upon a time...

Door to door with the wounded ones
House of bashed in walls
DOA rammed his head into doors
Yelling out loud, painting the streets
Legendary years loaded with faith
Happy Birthday! A spanking
Rage doesn't know foreign lingo
I loved that!

Dudes whimpering like dogs
Dogs fighting like dudes
A pitbull's jaw was smacking
Tons, gangs, sounds in a dream
Love only existed in movies
We didn't see them
We burned cinema seats
For the love of the wounded ones

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









they are here to win

www.aa.org
www.na.org
www.ca.org

You don't have to ask for help. Not anyone.
Simply meet them.
In person, online or via phone.

Anonymously and for free.
They are unprejudiced.

three husbands
three wifes

don't try to find 'em as
they will have found you
long before nighttime

somewhen in-between-time
yeah baby i know it's fighttime

but don't try to opppose your
destiny as you've been watched
by satellites / surveillance cams /
your friends and your aunts

they're not against you
yet none of 'em is gonna thank you
for nothin' you feel me?

believe it or don't: by the end of the
year YOU gonna say: thank you

welcome to the
you-place

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

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?

Thinking is dead!
Time of hearts
Waves of stars

Since the first day
Be silent!
To hear nothing

The faces of thieves wither
The garden shrinks
From trees concrete arose

Then came new people
On a journey toward love
Departure to remain

The night will have passed
On the stubble of the father's beard
Persistent giant

Star-colored waves
I give you my heart
Thinking is dead!

you can't go back to dem buildings
let it be, hashtag smorky, snakes
from the face of the heavens it's
a quiet view, this place feels like home

you can't go back there, tribulations
you know the mentality of cockroaches
you know their game and you know mine
you're standing on your own, decide

who could they possibly ask to fight?
energy, loaded brain, muscle flex
bullet holes, wild roses and benzes  
a quiet view, this place feels like home

who could possibly burn the struggle down?
in the voice of the enemy, you hear yourself
too many will fall, too many will collapse
you're standing on your own, my friend

The end of this journey is its inception
Do not compare water with sand
In a second of tears
Cause good times remain
Nobody believes in the past

This wheel is nameless
Where have all the people gone?
One man stayed
Until dawn
Silently writing

The air was smelling like spring
Full and spicy
The end of the night was its inception
Don't compare money with happiness
In the moment of the lifebelt
Cause we stick together
Nobody is scared of the future

This nameless wheel
Jumping back and forth
On a highway made of paper
Described with memories
The day is breaking
Let's go back to sleep

To begin

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

it'll take some time until
we'll find each other you
know?

i love you already.
want to be there for you and
to fill you with our dreams, baby.

don't push my desire to
write regardless
  
if i am about to write a
poem
song
short story
novels

hand me a shovel
will you?

i need to dig now
i need to dig deeply

no stress my dear
baby-faced sweetie

imma eat you
i need you

i got a friend
on hello poetry

i like her poetry
she a good person:

interested
light-hearted
and a fighter

keep it up girl
and stay a writer


by the way: tizzop says hello!

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

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





inspire me.

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

YOURS
MIKEY

i want to make love to you
get naked and come to me
cause we are two halves
in need of each other

your name means wisdom
we haven't been intimate together

yet.

you explained to me tonight how to
administrate the café business of
our stationary treatment
  
when we were looking at each other, there was this brief moment of
intimacy, caused by a mild burning
in my stomach, you know, this land
of my soul...

this land of the real me.

let's flow...

do you know toni?
he a serb

do you know serbs?
you don't have to

do you wanna be
somebody else?

desire is something we can't grasp
we feel it, we experience it, and we cry
we smile, we laugh, and we hope
when you sang for me, i froze the moment

now i'm carrying your voice with me, in the
valleys of my heart, dem heavens of my soul
i'm crawling through the palms of god's hands
while it's raining easy money and faith

the gentleness of your pitch is one of a kind
i want to know more about you and i'm dreaming:
embracing you, holding you, the most precious
what does it depend on? an airline ticket?

heaven yeah! let's go for it and let's unite
it's just a matter of time, a matter of life...

much love, faithfully yours:
max a.k.a. mikey

your camouflage is spotless, babe
i want to reveal your inner
it's difficult to find you, babe
you revealed my inner last night

we are apart from each other
although we're sharing the same dreams
green ideas, arrival's smile
real laughter and toxic strangers

how can i find you between 'em?
how will i know that it's you then?
in the middle of my middle
eight syllables, i count on you

you're my lady but you're hidden
among buildings, streets and people
between the glimpses of despair
somewhen, never, always somewhere

the rouge of your bloodstream enchants
my wishes, longing, desire
in the moment of the key-night
we'll stand before our door, baby

maybe i've found you already
maybe you are my wife, baby
maybe you are my wife, baby
maybe i've found you already

dear reader,
will you please help me?

i am starving!

whoever you are
wherever you are
whenever you can:

feed me with money
don't you worry about ostensible risks for yourself your soul or your body:

rumors. spread by liars
who dare to call me a drug

truly, i'm starving for you.

sincerely
your favorite substance

In the heat of the sun of the words
Infinitely deep traces
That once would dry up all flesh
So an ice bear was digging through
Traces of skin to find words
Scenting.

The ice bear smacked while scrunching
The traces of the heat and the sun;
The taste of the traces was akin to its
Earlier life as an hyena's child in the
Jungle of a ruined country.

The ice bear was sighing, his head lifted
To the polar light, emerging from the
Shining of black space —
Traces from colorful, dry fog.

At once the ice bear fell asleep
In the traces of light and memories.

hook a buddy up my heart
is racing
trapped in purple drops of rain
my pulse has been pacing
like a golden train

we were spacing
out for five hours
my words became your worst
your worst became my words

listen to your inner voice:
nobody is without...

stuck between pride and ****** mood
lurid lights, laughter, ladies, lively lips
we are 96 souls away from the magic
and we nevah wake up or get up, nope

i swear on my momma's grave and pray
may she rest in peace with good ghosts
wise man told me to wear a black suit
me, tho', forgot if i did so, can't help it

was i trippin from dawn to dusk again
probably but ya gotta triple that time
and consider the weirdness of my speech
dem words stumble other words upon

meanwhile me and milly made luv to luv
luv laid back like rasta villages, jah songs
she's spreading her legs and licking
13.8, worship the fountain, that's basic

gangsta poetess & burglar, membah 108
while meetin milly, i imagine her naked
64 minutes later, lolling on silver satin
the lips such big perfect matches

by the end of the day we float over glaciers
our months vanish within a few days
hihaho, tickling trip, totally toony, truly
milly and tizzy equals eccentric & woozy

steering dreams, mysterious mixtures
golden goblets, served on light tables
we falling into the floor, a voltgreen maze
wondaland's gardens, we reach 'em

frozen loops of yummy yearning, yeeeah
all dem blankets and pillows, hundreds
in a bed spacious like a football field
a quarter of milly's back is my tattoo

parking lot at 4:16 am, 24 k bracelet
gotta look at it under the light of the sun
reminds one of eazy legs & adorable greg
we come, observe, read, blast and leave

stuck with mental blankness, in limbo
block party of creation 96, 2056 souls
oh my, sweaty forehead, i'm so cold
burning bloodshed, beasting bloodbath

marriage of mystery and skyline tales
sparkling are the eyes of yayo vampires
8 days awake, bangin in sky dunes
schmock, dinosaur, sole talker