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

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!

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

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

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

Everywhere the lights are floating
Over the cliffs of downfall
Above the angel’s house
Above us

Everywhere we find a home
A place for us
Everywhere the lights are shining
Everywhere we are home

Everywhere I searched for myself
Through all these years
Only to be met with deaf ears
Everywhere there was darkness

Everywhere I had to scream
Stink, rage, hate
Strike, fall, crawl
Everywhere doors closed before me

I searched for you for so long
Everywhere
Today you lend me an ear
Today you reach out your hand

Everywhere the lights are shining
Everywhere
Everywhere they welcome us now
Everywhere we are home

The ride in the night
Under yellow clouds
Sweet scent
Delicate shoulder blades

9 hours close
Scorpion jackets
Red moments
In the thicket of hope

The leaden casket
Pyramids within
Secretly stored
Worlds of one who has died

Reach me your hand!
So we may conquer the night
Glorious and greedy
Transcending blood and time

You offer me your sting
Untouched
Untouchable
Like a legend

Born in high-rises
On the eternal shores of the North
Encoded
Understood only by the initiated

The poorest stand in circles
Throwing invisible words
You want to catch them
With your sting

I saw the end of the wind
In a loop of memories
Buried beneath countless pyramids

In the writer’s chamber
Where bloodhounds lick marble spit
Trapped in the cage of moons

Senseless, aimless, hopeless
Yet children are born there
Uncertain at the dawn of life

Isolated
Enclosed by the fur of bloodhounds
Who gently cleanse them

That delights the newborns
They smile and dance
Meanwhile the bloodhounds sleep

Always with one eye open
To guard the newborns
So they may grow within the chamber

On their birthdays, pyramids crumble
So that a new realm may rise
So that a new realm may rise

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

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

Over there
Him
Her

That is not me
I walk through walls
Wherever it takes me

Right now I am not here
The moment has passed
In black water

Lightning rain
Songs
Gone

The sick boy set conditions
His father hung up
Back into the sunlight

Where they float over the water
Over there
In the beam of a curse

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

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

I am drawing the sign of a smile
Seclusion lies in your dimples
An export from the land of the wild kids

I am from the land of the wild kids
As a child I despised the world
I deceived and lied to grown-ups

That is my origin
I feared the day of my youth
So I ignored my growth
Locked myself in a hard shell
Buried the key behind my heart

So that nobody would spot me
That's how I ruled the land of the wild kids
When fighting my skin was ripped open
New skin was growing; I was grinning
I stored layers of my skin

I never let go of anything; I was growing claws
Then a new day came
The wild kids had grown up
Scattered in the winds of separation
A light was shining on my lips
This light was reminding me of something
So I awoke; decades had past

Now I see light on your face
I named you Eden
Cause you're a garden of calm

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

How this shell looks at night
Back off!
The shell lay in a room
A room among rooms
That consist of rooms and lead
Into rooms

We are the victors of the nights
Because we cast our skin
Without ifs or buts
Completely and utterly

I need thick skin
No one understands that
Except the Invisible One
She lives with me
In the room of the black wall safe

Where pyramids are imprisoned
Gigantic pyramids
In the tiny center of the dust

I want to breathe at last!
The game of skin kills me
With every breath, I die a little
To receive a name
That others will speak
Into the face of the stars

Speak!
Speak my name aloud
That I may hear it
For the continuation of life

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

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

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

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

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

I'm from the garish hideout
From the land of garish ghosts
First one of a love assassination
Last one on your friend's list
I build depth to rush
The speed of life is blight

Don't wanna figure it out
Cause my origin is 38
Nobody lives at the beach
I relax in the waves and the clouds

Reincarnation was promised to me
If I give my ******* love
For that I receive real peace
I build depth to rush

You came to stay
But I can't hear your language
Cause I lie in the bay of an eight
Life is a shell
I give you huge love
Yesterday I was ready for the bang
So lights ascended within me
To impregnate my words
By no means everyone is a friend
I don't have any enemies

Wave or cloud?

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

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

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

I was writing
Writing
Staying

Past the dead train of existence
Born for a journey
Always onward
Endless unbroken

Their eyes are made of buttons
Their mouths are gray as fog
They crouch on machines
Driven by the blood of their dreams

By the tracks of dust
A world of endless ruin
Amidst bustling travelers
Chattering plotting their goals

In the vast hall of life
Between crosses and screens
The hours flutter by
In darkened cracks eagles are waiting

By the tracks of dust
On the shores of empty trains
Where old years rush like echoes
By the tracks of dust

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

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

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

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

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

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

The pen fell asleep and it died
Then I was brought to life
As I stopped writing
Then I was brought to life
Beauty will be beauty
I am not to blame for
I don't mind

I shattered my beautiful heart
Among cars and *******
That's where I was living
There I shattered the heart
Did I guess that?
Oil was flowing from the *******
Pillows scattered around the cars

This beautiful heart
Beauty remains beauty
Who are you?
I don't know
No I really don't

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He Counted Past Life
Devoured colorful bills
Day in, day out
Wounded

Never present
All-consuming
Ruler
Far away

He drifted on floes
Enchanted
One-eighty
A pulse of mosquito skin

Something tore itself apart
In years built on lies
On glossy little pictures
Silence in the midst of screams

Something disappeared
He who counts turned to dust
Where trains ran without aim
Gone

Angels stepped into his place
To be seen and felt
As mortals
Counting

They counted past life
Hid colorful bills
Day in, day out in the angel’s belly
Dazed

Feelings of the Night
A night long
Feelings

Hugs of hope
Since youth
Hugs

The wind carried you away
Unreachably far
The wind

Come into my hands
They are so warm
Come

So cold is this world
Glass and concrete
So cold

Our night begins
In silk and spring
Our night

Full of touches
Trust
Love

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

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

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

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

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

off and on
infinite dreams
yellow silk sheets
stay with me

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

Leaving this place
Turn your back
Disappear

Start anew
Spring
Birthday: 4 x 20 x 20 x 22

Becoming kind
By the light of the woods
Between sun and leaves

Voices
Sirens
Victory

The strong
Healthy
Full of vigor

Find, stay, love
The house will have been waiting
Sunny side south

Trains in the head
Words from balloons
****!

Street of angels
Paved with piano keys
House 38

The hair
City
Towers

Back to the end
Everything at the beginning!
Past in suitcases

Suitcases in basements
Suitcases full of hope
Suitcases

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

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

Redemption and Truth and Dirt
Haze in the pyramid room
A writer once lived here
Long ago

Many years past
To write down prayers
Prayers for the future
On empty pages

Lies wandered through the room
Silent and domineering
In a room of a thousand rooms
Doorless secrets

The writer belonged there
Before she died
In ice-cold winter walls
Staring through fogged-up panes

So words could arise from nothing
At the table of white sheets
Where the dead sat
Mouths agape, speaking silently

Only the best!
Messages from Istanbul
Prayers in the water
On the shore of pyramids

But it was only a dream
Redemption
Truth
Dirt

Code in pyramids
From dead skin
For the sake of security

Forever secrets
I know the rooms
At the end of the avenue

Constantly resurfacing
A sea of benches
Reflected in loud echoes

The violinist passed by
In the breath of a panda
Painted with blue makeup

Thus ends a morning
So that red nights may follow
Full of monkeys!

I do not belong here
Am not one of you
Addicted to attention

The mirrors are ready
In an army of pregnant women
Who shatter the mirror glass

Thus fresh skin is born
As every day is new
Perhaps security

Do you come from the eyes of the crocodile?
That lurks on the windowsill
In the east of the city
Away from the gardens

Near a safe
Where a note is hidden
Protected from the eyes of the uninitiated
The safe belongs to whisperers

They stand in circles
Circles of love and envy
They open restaurants everywhere
Are you one of their children?

They are secretive
You are often silent
Do you belong to them?
The crocodile belongs to me

24/7 with its mouth wide open
Where a colossus and his son live
In the east, away from the gardens
Separated from the bottom of the sea

Who are you?
I think
I would love you
If I knew you

That’s the problem, you say
For the first time, you lift your head
Break your silence
Wanting to understand everything, you say with a sigh

That sentence dissolves everything
You and me
The whisperers in their circle
The maw of the crocodile

In the evening I will pray
To receive answers
My thoughts are stained
That’s why I search for truth

The crocodile sleeps
East has become west
Day to night
Good night my love
Sleep well

I will stand guard in your dreams
Anyone who disturbs you will be destroyed by me
Now you have a protector
Sleep well, my angel

a bubble of longing...










two halves become united

The pull equals the cold
To clarify, I fall silent
My silence is ice-blue
I renounce the light

This coat is made of lead
The weight of millennia
Patina and dignity
The dark woman spoke without words

In the sun of the red avenue
Her teeth cast glaring light
Onto the dusk
A moment gone is now

The choirs sing in the fog
Where an angry child screams
It throws trash endlessly
In the face of sorrowful angels

Because the beasts have come
Mute curses beneath face masks
In great heat
On days of drought

I will not forget you
You wrote through me
We are and remain twins
In the forest of cold

I love you
Give me your light
The future is a station
At the end of many stations

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

Beyond the crossroads
Where sisters shape their songs
By the forsaken house
Where children wait beneath the beds

The age of palaces is gone
All was broken
That something new may rise
Where mothers seek their songs

Stories fell into silence
Through nights that would not hear
When fathers broke the hearts
In madness

Some were taken
Others stayed behind
To walk the empty tracks
And seek the songs once sung

While trains rest in the dark
Where the dead juggle stars
To become songs
Songs of the crossroads

Once again
Give me that blanket
A blanket made of feelings

Once again
I was wrecked
Under car carcasses

Once again
I pushed through
Now I’m the one left behind

Stars took my place
Nesting in oil slicks
Mad words screamed from the smog

Sick ones lurking everywhere
Some drove Lamborghinis
A hell in shimmering colors

Once again
I melt inside daydreams
Dripping sweat

Nothing against the heatwave winter
Alpha Motel Overdose
Four words

For the first time
Please let me live
For the last time:
Let me live, please

Despair killed on sight
The pride of the ice-heart
For the last time
The ice-heart melted

The winds drift through the heart
Bodies made of tattoos
People in a jungle of masks

Masks of past lives
Like Makabaja
Branko and Ashima Abraham

The journey begins in a droplet
Where people practice forgetting
Because they have mastered stillness

Stations full of silence
Shadows and cool glass
Sounds in memories

On walls stand punctuation marks
A sick man wrote them in blood
There are no children here anymore

The time of wars is over
From the storms of madness grew
A good tree reaching toward the light

From the storms of madness grew
A tree into the light

Fear slips from glaciers of
Childhood
Where a film was once shot
Just a dream

I spit blood
In the face of screaming apes
I am not one of you
Do you want to take me in?

A clock was stolen by a boy
Who came from the ice’s light
An eternal prehistoric glow
Born of the dead

Fear came back to us
Not to Ashima
Not to Branco’s doghouse
But it came back

The Seven's Gone
We spilled out of basement crawlspaces
Where we’d been hiding
Like alley cats in daylight

The Seven was floating in the water
Near Moses’ apartment blocks
Cops were digging through basements
Looking for his sketches

The Seven jotted something down
While broken-hearted men
Ran the corners
Day in, day out

It’s been seven years
Since the Seven got stuffed
In some college kid’s backpack
He’s been sleeping through it

But the basements stayed wide open
Moses ripped off every hatch
The cops are long gone
And that endless water keeps on flowing

At the edge of the green stillness
Where children hop in circles
Glowing dragonflies all around

My daughter among them
Her heart inside my eyes
My eyes guarding her heart

Cut from you
Like the cord from the navel

You are close to me
Your songs drift through dreams
You are wind
I am storm

Where are you?
Today the South thundered
Far from Moses’ tower blocks
Cold heart
A head made of stones

Statue of a desert child
Board before the face
Born of mirages
A life made of illusions

Blind and deaf and mute

Where are you, my child?
I miss you
I want to hold you in my warmth

I miss you

Will you stay until the end?
Be here at the breaking of day —
Writing

Because the flood has passed
Virgins have died out
Swamps have claimed the land

Stay until the end
The night is a Roman
Trade mirrors for embers
Sway on ponds of sunglasses
In a picture frame of lies
So that planets may be born

So it will have been
Yes
Everything is fine
Creatures trample beds

Kingdom of truth
Thieves from the blood of angels
Hands cleansing soiled hands
Here the water is clear
It is fragrant

We are dying
We show no fear
Give me your hands
So I may cleanse them

The state returns
It was never gone
Forgotten

Forgotten under a garbage heap
In the deep West
Between head and skin

Of soul there is nothing there
Stones and sand
Neon-green acid

The state returns
From the pyramid room
Between wall safe and key rack

The shelves are empty
Because of the resident
Who dwells in the head of the West
Though the pyramid room was built in
The East of the skylines

Below the pyramid room
An avenue
Through it he wound his way
To ceaselessly get things done
Ceaselessly

The state returns
It firmly refuses the
Refusal of life

The state is back again
Down with the past
It remains a red door
Fading

The pyramid room
The state
My body goes to ground
The children stand around it
Silent
Counting
Illuminated

The state

All battles have been fought
A red door remains
The pyramid room
The state