I had popcorn with my
Flatmates and we
Kept singing to the
Old songs we all
Knew.

We drank the wine I
Got at the festival and -

Hell, did it feel good to be
At home.

A little fox,
two mice,
a white cat,
a chick
and a tiny bat

accompany
our way

and even if we stray
again

they'll find us

and- with paws and fur and tiny noses-

redirect

our clumsy
human feet.

The untanned soles of your
naked feet the most
vulnerable part yet facing
my palm now
I'll slowly embrace
the crocodile woman

Let your hands not
Cling to the frozen beds
Of purple flowers

Let them crash the icy surface and relief
Your skin

So that our future has
No chance to pass
Unnoticed

Once you do love
your whole self
unconditionally
because you have set out to discover this
you'll
find
everyone who really
truly loves you
in your own heart
love does not know
seperation

A sick feeling
reaches up
and crawls out of my throat
its feet still dangling in the middle of me

Pull it out I cant
for it is still tied to my skin

Forget about it
does not work either
for I do feel it with every step.

All foot prints
carry
light

all floors are
steady

If you find them

A spark glows brighter
if you let it

a pair of purple eyes shines
intimidating
through your layers of night -
a wish you remember
which just does not leave you alone

At the edge of your perception borders
the image of
a fuzzy silhouette a figure
zigzagging through
tundra snow
in quiet speed -
a mental movement
reaches you
covered in still ice crystals -
a reminder
of just how far
feels close to you

'What if he's stuck
and no great help is kicking in
to help him?"

Is this your mind
annoying you again?
Is this your artificial voice
blocking your sight?

I might just get a little furious right now;
I tried and tried so hard to teach you
that-
if there is a truth-
that it will reach you

Your ears be closed
or not.

Silky leather pants
between my hands

a moving thigh
touches my eye

breathe, love
breathe

Beneath the clouds
under the sun
we hit it
we come until the sweat runs through our clothes

After a while
we lie next to each other
on mother earth's grassy green

And hot steam rises
from my chest and his
and fists are opening

and closing now around my wrists.

On and on this goes
until the moon comes out
and kisses with its pale fire
our whitened skin

And we begin again.

Tugging tirelessly
at your sleeve tapping
on your shoulder knee
heart
the beat that keeps
repeating
grow
through it grow
break
the limitation

Nothing comes naturally
anymore nothing
flows through you and makes you
forget time
everyone tells you It's coming back
It' coming
back but you just wonder
when and how

I took the headphones off
for you, my dear

He says
and gasps
when he now sees me fighting

Put down your arms
I cannot tell you more
how much I love you

You put down your guard
I say
how do you want me that I pray
for you?

I have no guard
just bandages
he says
and pray you only do in church

To me you just exist
because you do

no need for words, for song, for chemicals
be brave enough to be

just you.

Amidst it all the girl
slips her small hand into
the lion's mouth
between
his teeth
and has the head
calm down

Brave love
Does not creep around corners

Brave love looks fear
In its ugly face

Brave lovers
Do not turn around

They walk on
Alongside every
Imagined boundary.

Throwing up
My body gives me all
Lungs
                   Head
Filth
                Straw

in my veins-

And all comes up
In a vast whirlwind
Of freeing and fresh
Air

And soaks me fully
I am here.

I hate how I
think and think
in my head
if you
love me

or just loved the feeling of
being in love

I should know you
and myself
better than that.

f          u          c          k




i t
.

she reads
the words and sleeps
in peace
for the first time since
chaos happened

A blue forearm comes out of the void and tugs
at your chin blue skin on yours
Blue naked feet climb out of the void
into where you are
Your eyes fixed on
the incredible sight
and you ask
with all you are:
Are you that reckless

As I was bound to the vortex
in my head
and the odd shape -
no gap, no threat to the void -
came - awkwardly moving
and its core being
outside
It was me
and it was seeing the rays of light
streching-
streching their bright edges

and those edges: folding
and doing so
in a permanent way
for they multiply strangely
and without my hand knowing

their poles none,
neither minus
nor plus -
don't fuss, I tell myself -
a pious wish,
for my eyelids are shaking.


this was the dream.

A girl walks
along the street in twilight voting
every second of her life
with every
shake of the head every
twist of her figure every hummed
word every scream
every time a hand is lifted
in aspiring connection
for a coming together
for removing the walls for
not looking
away from what hurts has hurt
for a long time

There's a boy standing
immobile
on the surface of the Earth voting
with every breath every muscle
every fibre of the heart
for this girl

Stretch
your backbone,
Love,
You' ll need it

defeated and
in corners lie
your enemies

you look through all
your withered poetry and find a piece
that states:

There lie my gorgeous troubles,
the Loveless and the Judges

Breathe out
and know that
you have laboured well
to get this piece of truth
out on the table

that, stubborn and ferocious as you are,
no label will stick hard enough on you
to soak you back into their games

Time to wake up and say
to those who prefer playing
that playing time is over-
that grey suits will not help
to cover up, disguise, a sleeping mind

That, with a BANG, you'll wake them
and make them shake til
every
single
molecule
has chosen to light up
in color.

There go my gorgeous troubles;
the Loveless and the Judges
~

Unbroken
Holding a green
Felt pen in YOUR right hand-

Holding it up
Like a weapon

We start, and keep, and continue drawing
Green into people's hearts
To crack them open.

Who dares
disturb
the Sound of Silence
No violence ever make me
turn
my back
on all the beauty.

No neon lights
ever distract
my eyes

Come take
my hand
disturb the Sound
of Silence
for a bit.

The City feels dense. Dust was
whirled up
stirred-

I can't breathe.

I see it coming.

I can't breathe.

I see paranoia
I see people
doing what they are told

I can't breathe.

I see fear
manifested
externalised

I can't breathe.

I hear voices singing
repeated songs
I read
repeated
memes and phrases

I can't breathe.

I see
millions of
masked faces
masked children who
were forced to play
grown-ups
premature
stuffed into lives
too scary
yet

I can't breathe.

I
see
behind every mask
a pair of
child eyes

They cannot breathe.

I
walk
steadily
stretch out my
hand
to
pull

off their
mask


Breathe.

I say


Breathe.


LIVES matter.

The kid knows
No numbers.
Only mass.
No names of colours.
Only colours.

It walks without counting
The steps
Or if it does
It's just for
Fun.

The earth does not
Count either.

A wiser man might say
That we should be prepared.

The kid
   Looks
at the man,

Shrugs,

Walks ahead.

What a sight;
the big tree bending
his crown towards
the ground just to make sure -
is he still safely rooted
connected
to the earth -
for all this time his trunk
felt irritably numb and so
and so
he couldn't know,
he couldn't
know

Carved into land into soil there run
Veins of steamy wagons
Noisy vehicles
And trains
Along the arteries
Flowers grow
Courageously
inbetween it all
And You-

Through all the noise I hear
The beat
Of the heart
Of the Earth saying
Look
Saying
I want
To feel
The naked soles
Of your feet walking
My skin again

You explain look-
Time changes...
Of course you
Both smile knowing
haha, does it
Fit your hand into hers
into his
Shake it off
Loose your thick cough and free
Your lungs from steam and dust
You did it
Many times before and will
This time
All the more free yourself and others:
A brother is who sees what is at stake
When needed

He rides through
the forests the rainy leaves splashing
into his face leaving
scratches on his hairy cheek
the horse panting
his lungs exploding regularly and his
fist clenching
the glass ball in which
he thought he saw
the witch from childhood stories
taking away
his everything
he rides on pushes his heels
into the horse's flanks
in anguish in panic in
agony
for all he has he feels glides through
his open palm
and off it goes
So he rides and rides and...

Back when he was a little child and lay
on his back eyes open
in the dark in his bed
he always had his
palms open
never clung to any thing because
he was the one
creating the things
and he knew
whatever new thing he wanted or needed he could
with the blink of an eye
create

Now he rides makes the poor horse rush
through the dark woods to-
whereto?

The child rises

Whereto? Where does he need to go to-

Inside, stirs, opens the eyes-

He stops
The horse comes to a halt panting
relieved to catch up with his breath-

    They see each other
and the panic the agony the fear
drops
out of his
opened fist
to the wet
forest ground

The horse breathes
relieved