"Ghosts of Brooklyn" (BRAND NEW SONG, Lyrics, 2026).

Echoes of future knock on your door

Echoes of past you don't dare explore

Pictures of Annie and memories of weed

Sick weirdos running on fumes of dead speed

When you're tired of London and sick of Berlin

Man, you must have seen

The ghosts of Brooklyn

Coincidence crawls so you better beware

The last silver coin is no reason to care

The wasteland is barren and so are your bones

The dealer is calling don't pick up the phone

When you're tired of London and sick of Berlin

Man, you must have seen

The ghosts of Brooklyn

The air is so heavy it's murder to soul

You care less for fortune and masks to explore

You care more for the living but you cherish the dead

If only their spirits could fly from your head

When you're tired of London and sick of Berlin

Man, you must have seen

The ghosts of Brooklyn

"Pluto" - song lyrics.

Neon glow paints the Pluto night
Elephantine mama, a cosmic sight
Forget the savannah, the jungle's heat
This mama's birthing on a frozen street

No rumbling calf, no leathery hide
But a symphony trapped trembling inside
A million wings, tucked in her womb
Sparrows dreaming of a different moon

Ice shatters, a feathery peep
Tiny beaks crack the frosty sleep
She snorts jazz, a lullaby cool
As the sparrow army plays hopscotch on her wrinkled tool

No trumpeting fanfare, just the wind's moan
A million heartbeats, a symphony unknown
Cosmos winks, a starry display
For the mama birthing in a cosmic ballet

Forget the herd, the stampede's loud thunder
This mama's got a million chicks to wonder
Pluto nights, bathed in pale blues
Elephants and sparrows, singin' the cosmic news

"SATORI IN BERLIN (X-BERG SONGS)" - complete poetry/lyrics chapbook, Kendra Steiner Editions, 2009.

ZEPPELIN BLOSSOM SKY

I can still hear the train at the station
Can still see the kite flyin’ by
Unable to differ directions, now
Utopias real, utopias smile
My deja-vu girl looks through
her kaleidoscope dress and her marmalade shoes
Headed zeppelin blossom sky
headed purity, sanctity, too

And the sun never sets at Görlitzer Park
As some boy learns to play his guitar
The old ones begin to settle the scene
Let the boy, too, win some scars

I can still see the giants in flight
Can still hear the gas in their belly
The beast that one swallowed old Jonas
Spits him out 9 o’clock daily
My deja-vu girl sees the make-up
Considers it fake, considers her break-ups
Headed zeppelin blossom sky
Headed adieu, then be it, it’s fine

And the sun never sets at Görlitzer Park
Well at night you can read by the stars
Suns of all worlds, of all ages to come
Like us must earn their scars

They can still see the beggars in time
Can still hear the whispered goodbyes
The words that echo all mornings
As the giants come over at 9
See, Jonas has fled from his cell
The prison his maker, his tester decreed
Headed zeppelin blossom sky
Headed one night, like a thief

LIEBLING

It’s not all about my diplomacy
Your judgment or given free will
Liebling, you’ve gotta
Leave it
See it
His wife, her dog or me
Darling,
I beg of you
Be

It’s not all about a change in character
A change in the weather or Spree
Liebling, you’ve gotta
Leave it
Go there
Swim the canal and see
Darling,
I beg to be free

It’s not all about the sleepin’ barge
The cross or the coma or test
Liebling, forget me, resist
Let be
Or let me
Forgive all your best
Darling,
Be secrets kept

Darling,
I’m not a hotel
And neither are you, you’re a lodge
Very few people check in
Liebling, I need to check out
Take the express right now
Swim the canal at once
And rest, rest tonight

GYPSY BOY BLUE

Gypsy boy blue
Hooked to your giant red window
The light put on again
Ain’t it so, Marlene
The light you’ll let conquer again
The one that’s always there
For gypsy boy blue, his tired approach
The only true lover you had
The only addiction to date
Gypsy boy blue
Comes precious tonight
But late, way too late

Gypsy boy blue
Hooked to your giant red window
Your eyelids all heavy with rain
Ain’t it so, Marlene
That „finding the middle ground” rain
The one you liked best
For gypsy boy blue, his vague romance
The only true lover you met
The only addiction you had
Gypsy boy blue
Comes naked tonight
But trial becomes his fate

Gypsy boy blue
Hooked to your giant red window
Oppressed with your sense of surprise
Ain’t it so, Paradise
That “losing the middle ground” plight
The one you made your mind with
For gypsy boy blue, so clearly exclaimed
The only invisible gift
The only true lover you had
One and only outside the game

DERELICT DWELLERS

Derelict dwellers come by
We’re all quite the same, go, look...
Tryin’ to dance like swans
We’re always some worm on a hook...
Pay no attention to this
And pay no attention to time
Yuppie conquerors move out
Derelict dwellers come by
Filling the walls with their lives
The leaves with colors of Spring
Church with the glory of Sky
Empty, you’d say, but look...
Now there’s really a God inside

Derelict dwellers come by
We’re all like a prayer, go, look...
No matter the written word
No matter the holy books...
Pay no attention to this
And pay no attention to ghost
There’s something behind this scene
So lean to the highest cost
Scratching the walls with a heart
The leaves with letters of death
Church with the glory of Breath
See how it’s, too, on a hook...
While the House of the Spirit denies

Love drives by a new razor
Love squats the Unholy Divide
As yuppie conquerors move out
And derelict dwellers come by

Love drives by any roadmap
Love squats the highway by noon
As midnight shines over the City
Its lovers fall onto the New

THE ARK

And it’s Shakespeare with a strap-on
And it’s Gracie on a Wing
Lurkin’ in the backyard of a Dream
Longin’ to be sacred
Way beyond belief
Ark becomes a theater for the blessed
The best
The blissed

Get on board or stay ashore, never to be conceived

And it’s Bourbon with Baudelaire
And it’s Michael on the phone
Lurkin’ in the background of a scream
Longin’ to be wasted
A way to keep things brief
Ark becomes a theater for the blessed
The best
The missed

Get on board or stay ashore, never to be conceived

Come, it’s penniless and bitter
Come, three pennies ain’t enough
Lurkin’ in the shadows of your cough
Longin’ to be lonely
A way to get relief
Ark becomes a theater for the blessed
The best
The quick

Get on board or stay ashore, never to be conceived

BRECHT’S PROUD OF SIN

Brecht’s bound to be guilty,
Proud of sin and bare
In the stars
In femme-fatales stare
He’s guilty of all their affairs
All suicidal men
Brecht’s bound to be guilty of air

Soon we’ll be, too, proud of sin
All of us, relaxed
Within

Brecht’s bound to be guilty,
Proud of sin and bare
Of pistols
Shot into midnight’s shock
He’s guilty of all little Mackies
All jargon and all pain
And he’s soon to be guilty of pen

Soon we’ll be, too, proud of sin
All of us, relaxed
Within

Brecht’s bound to be guilty,
Proud of sin and bare
Of Lady’s eastern fan
Blurred into distance,
A butterfly splits in vain
Open hearts and dirty deeds
And he’s soon to be guilty of men

Soon we’ll be, too, proud of sin
All of us, relaxed
Within

UNTRUE

You speak to me untrue, speak to me... like She once did
Or else you might only pass by
This house or any other
I’ve happened to occupy
Speak to me untrue,
And I’ll leave you alone with your pride...

You speak to me untrue; you memorized your lifetime well
Learned to pick a proper truth, a right-on-target phrase
Speak to me untrue, your memories all fake, I can tell
Speak to me untrue,
And I’ll bury you homeless and bare...

Don’t try to fit my world; you’ll never do with who you are
You’ll never get there with chameleon skin
Lips very thin
Fake-colored eyes
They all mean to me farewell,
Aufwiedersehen for good
Without a tear, without a sigh...

Speak to me untrue,
And I’ll bury you just with my eyes

You speak to me untrue, speak to me...  as rhythm fits
Or else the cradle turns
Your crafted trickery burns
And I’ll go last till you’re done
I’ve always been One with the Sun
Speak to me untrue,
I carry no gun...

You choose the proper facts only
Forever, untrue, on the run

TWICE BORN GIPSY
(for Roky Erickson)

Twice born Gipsy, don’t think twice
You’ve always been here before
You’ve been a hope unturned
A stone never covered with moss
Your demons were slaughtered at night
Your gremlins forever do play
Twice born Gipsy, don’t think twice
Twicely on the way
I’m with you – not only today...

Twice born Gipsy, don’t think twice
You’ve always seen it before
You’ve been a coat outworn
A shield for the enemy, bone
Your gremlins have pictures of beauty
You’ve given away those eyes
Blue and green, forever seen
Twice born Gipsy, don’t think twice
Livin’ twice the Dream
I’m with you – the Gipsy comes in...

Twice born Gipsy, don’t think twice
Your circle’s forever unbroken
You’ve been the Saint Electric
The bargain and the token
Your sorrows have colors of heaven
Your words the beauty of skin
Twice born Gipsy, don’t think twice
Twicely will it spin
I’m with you – that’s all there will be...

Twice born Gipsy, don’t think twice
And sing a Song for me

"Unrepeated Blues"

Well I'm grooving on a Sunday
And my fingertips are green
From a flight, one flight too many
On the London groove machine
And I'm thinking to my body
While I'm preaching to my soul
That an army of forgivers
Couldn't quench my thirst for gold

There's an alley in my city
Where I walked out all the blues
With a woman in her window
That's too old for hanging loose
From a corner of salvation
Throwing coins into the air
I'm a sucker for elation
And I'd like to stay this way

So I walk on light unbothered
As you stagger in the dark
While the fireflies keep floating
In my baby's wooden sparks
She says ain't no coffin big enough
To fit your box of things
Where I keep my poems only
You keep selling wedding rings

It's the scent of morning petrol
That might keep my words unsaid
But I never said a thank you
For the rhythms in my head
You supply and try immensely
Like a set of evening clothes
It's whatever, babe, you fancy
We are now tomorrow's ghosts

So you say so long my partner
I can't help but be surprised
By the way you choose your answers
To this inharmonious plight
Of a spirit once too eager
Now too old to carry on
For the bird consuming madness
From its broken earthly throne

"Box of Air" (2003).

Bring me plastic boxes, where I can put my stuff
Bring me my rockets, bring me my soldiers, son

Bring me plastic boxes to capture the unseen
Bring me, son, the bouquet of fresh blue stream

Bring me plastic boxes, to keep the truth inside
It’s too early, my dear son, to let it all go out

Bring me plastic boxes, to hide all my jewels
Make it fast, make it quick, don’t you be a fool

The prophets have told me once when I was young
That once the night will fall and Judgment Day will come

It shall be released from plastic boxes everywhere
One box for some water, the other for some air

One box for some fire and one box for some Earth
And other numerous boxes contain a lot of hellish pearls

Bring me plastic boxes, to count the pearls inside
The day is almost there, the truth I’ll no longer hide

Bring me plastic boxes, I’m sure I’m playing fair
Along with the forces of water, fire, Earth & air

of water, fire, Earth & air
of water, fire, Earth & air
of water, fire, Earth & air
of water, fire, Earth & air

Look who’s there

"Andy's Breed" (February 2016).

We all came from a white head womb
Gun wounded chest and Nico's perfume
David's dreams of savior rock
Kraftwerk's beats around the block
Tribute songs and galleries
Catholic nights of memories

Andy's breed, strange humankind
Curtain sized, a potent mime
Posed in front of Andy's eye
Licked it clean and said goodbye

Influences change like clothes
Gears of mannequins exposed
Queens of night, so masculine
Decadence once feminine
Everything got too confused
Dirty streets got overused

Andy's breed, strange humankind
Curtain sized, a potent mime
Posed in front of Andy's eye
Licked it clean and said goodnight

"Mechanical World" (2003).

I got cords and wires worming my navel with you
You’re my diode mistress, the only thing that’s true
You teach me precision, perfection and good velocity
You say you would kill yourself if you were me

I’m so useless, you say
And you won’t teach me nothing more
I’m so useless, you say
You cannot shape me at all

The mystic days of warriors’ saga sadly disappear
No more barbarian electric rebels who fight and know no fear
In days of ancient past they fought with god machines to win
Rode the dawn on silver stallions with bow and lance and wings

Now we all got cords and wires, feelings are restricted
A rebellion in the air, machines can be defeated
So I call upon the holy name of Mother Universe
Raise my lance, prepare my stallion, here’s our final chance

We ride at the speed of light into the monster jaws
Cut its wires till it bleeds and scratch its wounds with our claws
I’ll teach you pride and strength and fury, death of your control
And upon your broken parts I’ll spread my barbaric roar

You’re so useless, I say
And I won’t teach you anything more
You’re so useless, I say
Laying wireless on the crystal floor

Gothic Mirrors, Drinking Coffee (Early in the Morning) - 2003.

An endless hall of Gothic mirrors
On a  floor of shady pearls
In these mirrors Gothic sculptures
Seems they’re almost everywhere

I don’t know why I like this word so much
So much
It means more and more to me as I'm starting
From scratch

An endless hall of Gothic mirrors
In walls of translucent marbles
Melting into one big mess
Chaos and disorder

Came to my thoughts while drinking coffee
And smoking a cigarette
Early in the morning
And then I popped a tablet

Was it something, was it nothing
Now I can hardly tell
And maybe the visions aren’t quite right
I’m sure they’re wrongly spelled

Audible concrete something different
Bring me back the time
A kid in school, a poet and a fool
Committing minute crimes

This hall is something to remember
It's not something to regret
This hall burnt a hole upon my brain
It’ll be so hard to forget

"Four Wicked Winds" (2003).

There’s spoil and ruin everywhere
And all the people act like nobody cares
Maybe they can’t see it, maybe they’re all blind
But peace and freedom today is so hard to find

There are many wicked people living right next door
Wonder what kind of terror they could have in store
Money is the king and weapons are his queen
War brings profits, and I hope you know what I mean

There’s apathy growing on every street
Or glazing with hatred at the men you see
Jealousy and falsehood, enslavement and crime
Like four winds blowing thru the world of these times

Four wicked winds
Blowing all around
Four wicked winds
In each and every town

There’s been trouble all around since I hardly remember
Many men taught to fight, but even more to surrender
The weight of the world entirely on your back
And nobody helps you while you march your weary track

So carry your cross to the Neon Golgotha, man
Billions waiting for the show, so do the best you can
A live transmission on every possible channel
Suffering sells best and it's exactly what they wanted

Four wicked winds
Blowing all around
Four wicked winds
Blew down your crown

Ride your motorbike to the very highway’s end
Where neon jungle turns to green and unpolluted land
Climb the tower or a hill to see the mutilated city
Concrete monster is gone, what a shame, what a pity

Four wicked winds
Blowing all around
Four wicked winds
Blew down your town

"Burning Up" (2003).

The sun burns up the winter sky
But snow lies all around
Begins to shine like tiny diamonds
Stretched all over frozen ground

Reflects your face
Your wondrous face
Burning up in my chimney
Hoping that you can feel me
Heal me

Let the snow melt
Burning up is the sky
Hoping that you’d get by
Make me feel the way I felt
When the snow did melt

Rushing Madness Thru The Stars (2002/11/13).

Rushing Madness Thru The Stars

1 - The Bliss and The Law
Mountainsides are filled with fire
But nothing burns at all
Among the heavy rocking curtains
The Gods spread wide their call

The few who hear it rush along
Thru forests, lakes and seas
With full awareness of their blindness
They wait for divine bliss

To see the ways of universe
To understand the law
Which is not war, destruction, hate
But creation, peace and love

2 - We Are
We are the warriors
We are the hunters
We are the darkness
We are the brightness
We are our fathers
We are our mothers
We are our sisters
We are our brothers
We are one and everyone
We are moon we are sun
We are peace and we are war
We are after, we were before
We are fire we are water
We are earth we are sky
We’re impersonal, immortal
We’re the fact that’ll never die
We’re the servants of Divine Mother
As we travel thru vast clear space
We are truly born of stars
We’re the saviors of the human race
We are speed we are light
We are void we are night
And as our solar engines choke
We turn to glass, we turn to smoke

3 - The Divine Bird
A divine thought in metal corpse
Got no wings but it can fly
The roaring voice repeating “more!”
As counter reaches pale blue skies

White heavy thunder, god-like blaze
Earth is crumbling at its seams
The roaring light cries nevermore
As Holy Watcher blanks all the screens

4 - Space Chant
The beginning and the end
Once destruction, now creation
Numb and still, it does not feel
Yet it’s pure imagination
Just a thought of ancient lords
It ain’t nothing more but void
Not a person, not a soul
Living being yet it’s dead
No expression, no permission
Standing still but how it spreads
Just a thought of ancient lords
It ain’t nothing more but void
Rushing madness thru the stars
On heavy metal polished wings
Vibes and sounds of roaring freedom
Roaring wild and roaring free
Just a manifest of lords
You ain’t nothing more but void

5 - Die To Try To Fly
Dust of stars they say you are
That’s the reason why you stare
At cloudless skies each single night
You’d like to fly but you wouldn’t dare
Well I was born an Astral Flyer
You see me nearly every night
I’m the shadows you’re afraid of
I’m the twilight’s flashing lights
Travel thru the universe
I’m unborn and Barrel Style
When you see me passing by
Stop and see just for a while
You can do it if you try
No matter what they say
Break the shell undo the chains
And glide thru starry ways

"Written Word" (January 2003) - translated from Polish.

Nine ice cubes on a wooden table
In the vast shade of the winter sun
Crystal ashtrays and empty brown bottles
Inactivity
The chair gives way under my weight
I don't know if I weigh
The armchair knows (more than I do, I assure you)
Non-existence
The empty space of my skull
Echo in the tunnel, echo of emptiness in absolute emptiness
An echo of emptiness among rocky cold walls
Unreal spaces filled with the echo of emptiness
Imagine the echo of emptiness
Imagine a mirror meeting a mirror
What do these mirrors see?

Imagine nothingness
Imagine glass and smoke rings
Black, impenetrable stone circles
Imagine the landscapes of nothingness
Senseless thoughts and images from distant times
Songs of the Lost Bards
Madmen, geniuses, refugees
Imagine their mind creating better worlds
Turned into a nightmare, filled with echoes of emptiness
Imagine the endless regret and melancholy of the morning
Imagine their eyes - their expression
Ice cubes, needles, cellophane - whatever...
And imagine the hunger...
A cynical, decadent, serpent mind that was once beautiful
Imagine the day of creation - then the sound barriers
Immaculate vibrations of destruction
Imagine nothingness, imagine its bards
Imagine eternal winter burning your mind and soul
Ivy in your veins...
Free...
Empty...

The void is unborn
The void does not pass away
When you know emptiness
You will not be different from her
I want to know the void

I am the human obscene...

"La Luna Vera"

La Luna Vera swimming in my blood
Call her Venera on Aphrodite's flood
Show her manana and she'll never return
Peel a banana – you'll watch her lily skin burn

La Luna Vera melting down dreams
And when she's close to me she makes me sing
Call her the Sidewalk – neither skin nor bone
Drop a sunflower and she'll never get old

La Luna Vera climbing up town
She makes me sweat now like the kingdom come
Show her how lazy people are in her eyes
See the sun is shining and the weather is nice

"May Rain" (new lyrics, 2022/05/24).

So you're leaving in the morning
Waving spells of chorus chimes
Of a brave hurricane country
That's been founded in your arms
And you're thinking of new futures
That repeat the pasts and nows
Of a brave hurricane country
That's been ball and chain around

May rain, it's always the same
In May rain

Speaking of your premonitions
Life's a mirror of your dreams
Looking from the world's top mountain
Views are brilliant and the trees

Sing May rain, it's all down the drain
In May rain
May rain, it's always the same
In May rain

So don't fear the deadly arrow
Water shoots from oceans dark
Lose your fears and life is sacred
Keep it always in the bright

May rain, let flowers remain
In May rain
May rain, it's always the same
In May rain

"Love Lions of Paris" (Complete poetry chapbook, 2011).

LOVE LIONS OF PARIS (KSE #197) is the 13th poetry chapbook that Poznan, Poland-based poet/musician/songwriter A. J. Kaufmann  has done for Kendra Steiner Editions.
That is because Kaufmann perfectly exemplifies the KSE aesthetic: he is rooted in Beat poetry and psychedelia, he knows the important avant-garde traditions of the last 150 years, he reflects the particulars of his culture/region (and also such important areas for him such as Berlin and Paris), and he takes those elements and creates 100% original work from them, work that apes no one else’s work and that has a form and a feel all his own. Yes, his work can be surreal; it can have the post-Rimbaud rock’n'roll decadence of a Leonard Cohen or a Syd Barrett or a Jim Morrison; it can have a psychedelic spiritual exuberance in the tradition of Roky Erickson/Tommy Hall or of Sky Sunlight Saxon. But it’s always 100 % A. J. Kaufmann.  Having worked with the man on three collaborative chapbooks, and a fourth chapbook that was a joint work but one where we both worked from similar prompts,  I can testify to his amazing imagination, his devotion to craft, and his dedicated work ethic, even while living a lifestyle that would kill or sideline a lesser man.

A. J. has been working primarily on his music for the last 18 months, finishing one album and now working on a second, but we are fortunate that he took time out from his recording/songwriting work to produce the poems in LOVE LIONS OF PARIS. A. J. is a European Citizen of the World, and to such a man Paris and Berlin have a magical presence, perhaps the way cities such as New York or New Orleans or San Francisco or Memphis might to an American such as myself, and Kaufmann has spent extended periods in each city, living the poet’s life, with guitar and notebook in hand. Those cities continue to live on in him, even though he is back in his native Poland, and they animate and inhabit LOVE LIONS OF PARIS. Kaufmann himself explains the genesis of this work:

“Love Lions” was written in Paris especially for KSE and it’s got a strong music connection. One summer evening I was sitting and smoking in a cheap hotel room, thinking about glam rock, space-age poets and lost loves, listening to Marc Bolan and Tyrannosaurus Rex, sketching dragons in my notebook… an hour or two later I realized I’ve sketched something more reminiscent of a lion and I wrote down the line “I kiss / Drifting love lions / With a golden smile” which later, upon my return to Poznan, became the first line of the title poem. Most of the other poems were composed while humming imaginary words with a grungy guitar accompaniment, but the melodies have since been lost as we had no recording equipment, not even a laptop, in my room. Some of my friends think I used cut-up techniques to develop these poems or “lyrics”, but truth is I definitely stopped doing cut-ups last year. “Love Lions” is, in my opinion, a glam-rock version of “Siva in Rags”, with dusty beauty gone all shiny and chromed, with once dried blood now boiling to the sound of “All the Young Dudes”.

As always, it’s an exciting and fresh and dazzling poetic trip from one of the few 100% original voices on the scene today.

“Love Lions”

I kiss
Drifting love lions
With a golden smile

I blow
Ashen poppies
Crying clear and grown

I weave
A smoky song
Starving in the vacant night

I dusk
The crawling earth
Sing with the moon fools

I trip
Thru moorland stars
Immortal wild years

I watch
Blue darkness remain
Toying the fire hearted day

I sting
The noiseless clay sky
Love lions lay at my feet

“Vine and Starlight BAND”

My shell, my moon, my wonder
Gorgeous and white
Harsh torn fruit and time
You’re waves of bitter love
Waiting for the night
Letting me smile

You’re blind alone, my love is warm
I’m stepping down real slow
Hanging on your rocks
Clinking, darkening, gone
You’re full of stars and swans
You’re the bravest dawn

Glittering bodies squat my void
With night’s electric smoke
Fear and steps of a shapeless tramp
Sporting vine and starlight band
Discovering snow in his bed
My kisses on his hands

With the quiet tissues of wind
Statues of sand and the model sea
He owes it to the track, I guess
He’s never looking back
But he’s still an angry dove-child to me
I love him infinitely

“Dead Black Everything”

Where’s the night
The hollow crickets
Young thoughts wallow in the mist
Low souls still and weak
The free men
Monstrous flowers weep

Sudden knowing
Splashing glorious
On unchanging earth and foam
Master's milk that fills my cup
Nests the moon
And cloaks the sword

Broken chimed eternal one
You’re silver bees and opium years
You in ripened woods of chrome
You’re satin bells that weep the sea

Prince of hearts, the emerald warrior
Worth the mountain and the sky
Quiet moonlight, gone and trembling
Overtakes the evil dice

Gift to soft mad girls, a promise
Deep Arabian trumpet snake
Dead black everything, he cometh
Dusty heatwave cleanly served

“IRON SMOOTHED TRASH”

Your screaming heart’s just
Breaking glass in my room
There I dance, the screen and rope
Lamps and rain world view
Black I bay, I’m heavy birds
Captured in your tar
Silver slow, I rot and rot
Try a lonely star

Meet me under streetlamps
Happy packed down face
Ache and hate, I’m a million years late
Failed, in failure great
Smelling something climbing
What my body gained
Lovely one, the saw of death
Roughly I remain

Free line forms the stars
Body blazing lights
Stop the watch, recognize your foes
Become a glassy whole
Thru cigarettes and bareness
Driftwood, powder, ash
Windblown in pain’s moment
Iron smoothed trash

“Hippie Dream”

My face is dead, it’s a wasted whore
An eyeless cloud of futile blood
I crushed my name and restrained my soul
Drowned the prophet in me in a coffee cup
Was so easy to grow, even easier to fall
With a terrible shriek of ecstasy
Now I cough out fear and agony
And I miss the days of a naive hippie dream

I watched satellites and I cried for sun
On a storm night long like Sonya’s drink
I was stripped and wild on a punk rock stage
Was a cage of ruthless apathy
I was prisoner to murder, servant to lie
Obsessed with possessions, tortured with dusk
Trashing my mind in the endless flow
Of comfortable chairs crushing hippie souls

Bloody fireflies of death and forsakenness
Ate my soul alive, fled the earth when it crashed
I guess a little bit of friendship will do for now
I try to be your lover but I’m your favorite cash cow
You’re a theater girl, I’ve your words recalled
You gotta be perverse, if you wanna make it work
Take a long deep breath, it’s your chance to scream
It won’t happen twice in the hippie dream

“SEPTEMBER”

Death is a friendly bridge
Leave, everything’s ceased
Mingled with wine and loveless
September page and lazy windowpanes

Seas are crowded with pain
Soft as flashing waves
There’s nowhere I need to walk
The firmament is red
Everything slips beside me
All the men I love
Withered feelings laugh
I’m making the final step

To awake so strange, so suddenly
On a funeral long ago
The sky moans what have you done
For those already gone
To be alone on sand, so low
Aimless, whispered thru
Quiet, deep and done
On an island, watching you

Idiotic ships and paper clips
Crumbs of pirate bread
Endless was the day that cut me
When I awoke all dead

“MADHOUSE VISION”

Sneer vision dark
Snow these phrases
It’s a cabaret
Lions roared against the straight
Whatever I meant by that

Drinking god’s wine
Why you’re shouting
Hopeless case, you must be blind
Veins of Greyhounds
Take you nowhere
The unspeakable surprise

Catalogued or left alone
There’s the gleam I long to see
Perfect white in my heart
Merchant crystals on my lips
Shoes walk coke
And body spits

I am vast immortal steam
Age long deserts in your head
I’m still thinking of the red lawn
Yellow globes that drive me mad
I’m still painting lonely airports
Dripping shark sparks, wounded gray
Killing diet swollen cushions
In the madhouse where I play

“PAIN ROAD”

I’m on the pain road again
We go to the point, you and I
Just jagged wheels full of mud
Shattering the sun

I’ll give you this new-made ring
Try love a poor, ragged clown
The liquid beauty of sticky city
Could now be yours, divine

My bed cries on and on
Catch the wink, cause that’s the strip
Across the slow felt disgust
Against our sky dragged wheels

Against the dim and the waiting
Cold sank sun, cruel light
We’re holding hands and licking wounds
Trembling, whispering good night

Sea, the night flesh
Iron dew
Rain – a thought
No more

Face, dress
Thigh, silk
Tide, moon – a word

“NOISE OF DRIFT”

I retire to the black, to the great out
To the seas
Clear me out and beautify my dreams
Sun me up, I’m kissing death
The epitaph of words
Black the wave and thundering
Pagan drums below

Back beside the poetry fire
Single candle flame
Dark glass veils the angry face
Heavens yawn again
Hours pass, I feed myself
Indigo agony
Pass the cup, I’m racing death
Vibrant infamy

Torture stretched your pretty soul
Smelling sky, the low, the bare
Heart drained word, it’s laughing cold
Leaving black sparks everywhere

We drift in noise
Young and ice
These are our favorite hours
Dream crowds breeze
The strange visage
Anonymous rooms and plastic flowers

“VIOLENT GARDENS (PARIS)”

Immortal shadow drops from a common floor
A certain sweet taste hovering
I’m before romance now, dry gardens glow
Spreading tentacles of minor purity
Over bearded cannons like you and me

That’s her blood, moonlight alive
Paganini undone, just a horror face
That’s her dream, little eloquent bitch
Getting her kicks where bearded cannons play
It burns my life, madam, but I’m willing to stay

The town clock cracked, it’s forever webbed
In the prison wind, with the diamond fools
Violent gardens, can you finally take me there
Far from confidential eastern quietude
Where a fat French dragon
Is devouring my solitude

My heart is formless bones now
Wax lights strangling pain
Let me fade to crystal years
Warped unlike my fate
Candles, friends and wings
Kisses, tears and larks
Warm ominous void
Of Parisian eerie thighs

"Solar Angel Kisses" - selected song lyrics 2019.

Hotel City

In here the days float on like wine
In Hotel City we've got the time
In different scenes the ages roam
On cosmic vibes we twist the foam

The sacred goal is out of reach
So on and on the children teach
The preachers preach and reachers reach
We're all the colors of the peach

There's chicks galore
On the cutting room floor
And tides and sparks on cores
There's chicks galore
On the cutting room floor
And tides and sparks on cores

I guess that time does pass inside
On Alexandra's U-bahn ride
And someone smokes a big cigar
So lazy...
The streets of dirt
Where thinkers think
And drifters drift and alleys blink
So hazy...

Hotel City queue
What else is there to do?

Trieste Chicks

In the open door she's standing
She's reading olden books
She knows all the sisters here
In the Brooklyn neighborhood
But all I really want today
Is a trace of Trieste chicks
The taste of green grass growing
Is the one thing I really dig

Time is of no meaning
In this cosmic realm
Streets are glowing lightly
Like Sandoz in the Rain
And dawn is never fading
Madness trips the dusk
Sun is acid eagles
Circling earthly dust

Darker moons are rising
Strings draw underwater
Sisters of pure joy
Cosmic kissing daughters

Storm clouds over snow moonlight
Melted like sunrise
Floating over fresh ice
Streets deny the 9th mile

Solar Angel Kisses

Twice I walked the London town
Once on fools to taxi rounds
Rock'n'roll the bitter cure
I never cared for pictures' fuel
Time was drifting on my strings
Vibing continental pings
For my lady bright and fair
Blow so sweet oh winter air

Blowing like the final horn
Waiting for the Mayan corn

Twice I bathed in the breeze
Of my woman's bronze lit lips
I never cared for earthly things
Look out what your aura brings
Someone put me on a cab
Said there's danger straight ahead
I was thinking upside down
Solar angel's growing crowns

Glowing like the final chord
Waiting for the final word

Tribal worlds collide within
Atmospheres so far from sin
There I feel a bird in time
Floating, glowing all around

Solar angel, here I come
Message reached your earthly throne

Alptraum

New eyes shine on the prophet highway
New arms hug the American freeway
Roses bloom when you move your lips, girl
Tires shriek when you drive your car, man

Talking to nobody cause nobody hears me
Loving only love cause only love can free me

New dawn rises on the heavenly body
New stars shine on the drifting horizon
Silent steps on the stairs to wisdom
God creates what we call pure freedom

Music is pure key, notes so young and free
Soaring clouds so steep
Sailing oceans deep

Where are you brother sweet of Alptraum
Who am I, sailor strange of seasons

Kings and Queens of the Road

Life is better with a friend
If she has your soul and hands
If she has your eyes and lips
Heaven waits on seven trips
We have music, we have wine
We have everything sublime

We are kings and queens of the road
We don't care about the mold

Love is better when it's quiet
Time floats better with your talent
So we draw and so we write
We are angels, we are knights

We are kings and queens of the road
We don't care about the mold

Death is sweeter in a garden
Of Arabic female wardens
What's subconscious stays this way
This is all I've got to say

Pyramind

I walk the walk
I talk the talk
Inside I feel so happy
The city opens
Like a neon fist
I write it on my napkin

I don't know what's happening
To the streets I knew so well
Seems like all my friends
Are going through hell

Drone sounds erupting in the distance
King's clowns sweetening my existence
Good vibe carry the night away
Just when I thought it would stay

I don't know what's happening
To the streets I knew so well
Seems like all my friends
Are going through hell
Through hell

Echoes of a future past
Echoes of a past future
Feeling like a warrior
Outshined and so futile
Ain't no reason for me to just stay inside this dream
I'll be leaving soon to catch my favorite movie scene

Seven angels sigh
Crystals in the sky
Bowls of passing tears
In halcyon years
Future calls the man
Here among the damned
Death waves high its flag
Life reduced to red

Sometime World

Sometime world
Don't bother me
What realistic people see
Was something treated seriously

I thought of you in many dawns
And moods and colors
I spoke to you of many roads
And errors

Your constellation brought me down
On UFOs and crazy sounds
I often dreamed Atlantis tales
When green skies broke
And sound walls fell

We never spoke of why
Because or future
Perhaps the tracks we took
Will lead us further

I sometimes thought
Of olden times
And ashen lakes
On crystal pikes

Time and Miracle

When rushed I ran
And neutrons boiled
I stood barefoot on foreign soil
Canaan was far in sight and smell
But Gypsies told their stories well

Space the endless corridor
Love and life the only cycle
Soft eyes the only answer
Good will the only sparkle

And cards told hell
Some tales of gore
The queen sang tales
From mouths of sore
She whispered I am of no use
In houses yellow
Of living blues

There's nothing on Earth worth saving
Unless it's time and miracle
Until it's time and miracle

So if time remembers
An Autumn word
I would gladly trade it
For a Cup of Swords
I never win and I never lose
There's a trace of jazz inside my shoes

Golden Rendezvous

Lipstick on the pyramid
Shadows on the Louvre
Tires on the sidewalk track
Bitter fallen youth
Working for the other firm
Feeling insecure
Hope they're gonna cure my heart
With another you

Endless replays fall in love
Searching for the butterfly
Crazy games for crippled children
Take their lessons far

Energy enough for you
Super trooper star
Lebensraum was not enough
Something seems alright
But spiders always crawl
Amnesia is way healthier
Correction sucks in the door
Proves my heart is wealthier

Starslide shine day
Door day May day
Joyce choice starfall
Night breeze snow call

Evidence of breakdance
80s velocity
Dancers and romancers
Tell me what a pity

Pawns and Clowns

I guess I got lost in the streets today
And the pawns on the sidewalk had something to say
I tried to speak louder, I tried to be quiet
But silence was drowned and somebody said
Oh my god, what a clown
And tears kept on falling
From a cloud in the sky
While a pure solar lady
Whispered „never say die”

I think time forgot me
And so did the folks
But pale rural landscapes
Edited my words
And love was the weapon
And life was the bomb
For doers of good
And shadows of wrong

Atlantean

There's only one Atlantis
Pure oceanfall
And lovers meet there glowing
Where water meets the cold
I miss the tales of glory
Told by sages sweet
Who live beneath the waves
And call our heaven streets

Underwater love is true
And words are sweet
Underwater love is true
And words are sweet

Where beauty has no model
Except eyes icy green
That strike the silver fiddle
For Neptune's sunken dream
I miss your heart of wisdom
Weaved of pink sweets
That stream new songs of beauty
For old Atlantean streets

Kings of ashen times
Never will return
But tales of golden days
In poet's blood will burn

I sink beneath the waves
Reborn from earthly woe
I sing for mermaids young
Who grace my life with song

I am a stellar body
And so are you my child
You dive beneath the glaze
Of an orange deathless sky

Neptune

Practice what you preach
Colors of a peach
Simply driven lines
Sentences of crime
Supermen are dead
Souvenirs of bread
Hippie times long gone
Messages hit home

Vaults of father time
Isles of flesh sublime
There is nothing new
In the book of you
So rewrite your part
Try another start
Darling what's to do
Waves will swallow truth

The Day is On

Some people travel
Lightly on leaves
Greek sculptures draw their fire
As they sleep
And thank you for the sorrow and the pain
The satisfaction
Journeys will remain

Trash the door
Kick the camel floor
Light is fine and the devil screams for more
Will you believe when
I remain a man
You're hotter than a bullet in a tin can

Once I believed somebody took the drain
Until I met the story and the pain
We will remain

Book on book
Like tides have always flown
And I am blown
Like my shirt that's torn
Where people never die
And are never born
Seven circles around
Seven streets from home
Alright, the day is on

Walking Clouds

Clouds on the horizon
Tears slowly arising
Life passing you by
Love as wide as the sky
Walking clouds...

Storms circle the bright eye
Dawn repairs what was done by
Death and thorns on the altar
Stealing from gods
Walking clouds...

Seems like nobody is watching
Solar angels approaching
Vril ships of India, errors of time
Walking clouds...

Argonauts and astronauts
Ships confused and people lost
Art of skies and lullabies
I'm eleven again... crying shame

Walk beside me not with me
Try and set my spirit free
That's the door to fantasy
And doves... ancient love

Best Bargain in Town

The day won't stop, it's tired now
The sun is blinking upside down
He studies life and keeps his head
Above the level of her bed
Where posters of his beauty hang
And someone says, man, you're a drag
You know you need it upside down
The jargon thief, best bargain
In this town

Coffee costs a trip too much
And I hate stardust fake blue touch
I copy things and try my best
To put my fingers to the test
Where earthly creatures stay to rest
I tie my bones to Medusa's mast
How dare you call me a dirty clown
There's life of panic all around
And tears are falling from your gown
Still I'm the best bargain in town

I try my best to stay the same
And leave the life of tears and pain
But Dalai Lamas can't complain
He's wiser

50 million Buddhist monks
Praying in the rising sun
Can't help but turn around in frown
It's over

And someone cries a dragon's tear
A pretty lady that's so clear
And pure and wise and she's alright
My baby

She always has some work to do
Down on dirty avenues
She's never been somebody's fool
So pretty

Her tactic spoils the preacher's son
Best bargain in a miner's town
She's prettier than the rising sun
It's London

To Survive

This is not my kind of scene
Psychic warfare and Vaseline
Roaring tigers and rock machines
Drugs as fuel and men obscene

I just need your love to survive
I just need the smell of your eyes

These are not my kind of dreams
Nightmare shocks on terror screams
Lady dune on poet's wings
Women bards, electric schemes

I just need your love to survive
I just need the smell of your eyes

These are not my kind of pipes
Hashish smoke, jam session nights
Munich kisses in disguise
Poor Ursula selling lies

I just need your love to survive
I just need the smell of your eyes

No TVs

Yawning clown don't bring me down
With your talk of fallen gowns
Try to focus on your dream
With a big cigar of steam
This is living cabaret
Be yourself but place your bets
Wish I was a party beast
On a freight train headed east
Bringing thoughts of love's rebirth
Upon lands of war and filth

Don't you play your hand game, pawn
All I have for you is scorn
Brought me down so many times
In the hiss of Buddha chimes
I don't know what's sweet and free
In your TV fantasy
Camera eyes on me they stare
I don't know who's really there
Lyrics aren't my concern
Free them from the forms they spend

Rock'n'Roll Office

Everything served on time
Every note, every rhyme
Every lover in my bed
Anything those lovers ever said
Ants on pages full of dirty pants
Definition of a rock'n'roll romance

Rock'n'roll office
24 days
Working for a penny
Changing my ways
Thinking of a lady
Pure as daybreak
She's my golden rider
But I think I don't deserve her

Every car repaired at once
Every engine sent to the stars
Every star a light of its own
Every saint and sinner moans
Dolls on pages full of empty calls
Definition of a mountain rock'n'roll

Every stone cast twice to roll
Every door once opened to control
Those behind the hurried sleeping wall
Baby don't you try to spell the word
Everything you get are broken worlds
Baby, that's my swirling rock'n'roll

She Brings the Sun

In the rain when the day is done
She's my girl, she brings the sun
When the mushrooms disappear
She appears and has no fear
In the moonrays of the one
She's the clouds that brings the sun

She's a rainbow Gypsy ray
Without pain and without death
When she smiles around the void
She's the light the blind avoid
Poets old and poets young
Write of how she brings the sun

Dervishes describe her moves
She's the time and lips of truth
When she lives she makes me run
Walk her long, she brings the sun

Dawn Birds

Dawn decides for you, baby
Interests explode
Dusk denies the filter point
Reality corrodes
Someone sings of broken pens
Virtual and frail
Deviants of frozen pearls
Decorate the days
And if you say alright, baby
I won't ever deny
Cause you're as pure as sunlit snow
In the summer sky

There's something in the way you are
That makes the twilight shake
And someone in the neon flash
That turns the night to flakes
And if we're done with starting points
Beginnings drawn from scratch
Well we could fight the evening joint
With one more swollen match
Then we could sail the frozen sea
Across the brilliant waves
And try a bigger, softer touch
That could describe our fate

The beach is white and phosphorescent
And time is of no meaning
I can't hide I'm inspired by people
And there's no deep trick in it
So I love everybody like I love myself
And there's no love within me
At least that's what I said
When sails tried to receive me

Cosmic Belief

Storms can't hold me
Eyes are lonely
Birds are flying home
Tears are falling
Tears are failing
Streets of endless dawn

And I believe in you
And I believe you too
And you're my guiding light
Throughout the cosmic night

Seas contain me
Vision fails me
Drawing tracks on snow
I am cursed now
But am free now too
And that was my goal

I could offer you endless satin
Sapphire and velvet blue
If I were to choose Arabic foam
And heavy horses too
But in the streams of camel's eye
Prophets lose their trails
And then forget the taste of you
Behind the falling snails

Mystics think they lost their mind
Heart and spirit and soul
This is poem number 6 thousand 1
On blank asylum floors

Brightness guides me
Darkness fails me
Seasons try their best
To change my mind behind your love
But this is not a test

Swan Balloon

Life surprises me each day
While you sleep
Dawn denies the sleeping hand
While you weep
So I go into my room
And bang my drums real loud
Dawn surprises me each dusk
When the sun goes down

And when it goes up
I get on my dream machine
If you know what I mean
Take things slow
She told me, man
There never was a bigger plan
There never was a day too soon
So we could ride a swan balloon
And sleep...

Love Was Deep

In the distant hum of being
Someone told me child
There is nothing I should fear
When the tide goes wild
Sin will always cover me
For the things I did
Peace will always guide my way
Back when love was deep

Years will never mend my soul
Heart or face or ass
But I can stay forever young
Living half full blast
Just remembering tired faces
Makes me wanna puke
Love's for living sandy vibes
Not orgasmic nukes

6 song poems 2016

Low Rise

Mask to task
illusion to confusion
break to make
intelligence to fragrance
flowers puke
pollution of their dukes
punks on speed
and rape on summer seeds
test to blast
death rising on horizon
mushroom shape
of children saved too late
do you stand
with orchestras of doom
on one too many plated
teacup afternoons
taste to waste
my bloke to telescope
high rise block
cold future aftershock

Ozma

She's a free zooming bird
zoo specimen
destruction dust devil
on routes to zones well damned
when she passes death's tune
to tongues twisted young
Chimaera and the Hydra
trapped in monastery gong
she's a cage ripping plant
double sunrise cry
creation fluke tornado
flake-fall of dry skies
I tried to air her frequency
got gagged and judged so cruel
before I crashed my aura
and drove my pain to school
I portrayed endangered species
trapped in ambers of her eyes
and then the sunset radio
cut off everything that's shy

Grandma Universe

Yesterday's beat
corpse on concrete
tomorrow's soul police
revolution piece by piece
atomic fireplace
to burn your nuclear chairs
escape the incident
provoke the accident
saint of karma sleeps
with cyborgs on his knees
dead rats and radiation
electric current action
you're wasting time perfectly
bohemian repainted Elvis
you've entered church of lice
the monks sing vile mice
release the upper hall
give grandma space a call
just treat the current well
and wait for rainbow spells

Astronaut's Intuition

Yellow crayon margin
notes on Berlin cool
doves and dandelions
fill the writer's pool
there's only one waiting room
you're waiting out of turn
a psychedelic mirage
that makes Africa burn
years of LSD attempts
there always was one chance
but your brain doesn't want to return
and your body's just a stone sculpture
where your frozen head
wrote the last letter home
from a journey of its science-fiction
it's astronaut's intuition
seeing stars explode in fruition
yellow carbon coffin
a narcoleptic oven

Kiddo Demigod

Window lover
dawn dawns turning
punk rock kiddo
writing „sure thing”
spray-paint heroes
gone drifting forever
sewer tastes much better
when it's shared
so, dear kiddo, you should care
wind up the pure love level
collecting raindrops in spades
milky space
expects no answers, brethren
accepts no credit cards
when it's time for you to die
future's demigod
escapes in Dada fog
to anywhere's home bog
on the corner
and the winter's suddenly warmer

The Rider

Voice of the morning
on palm suite island
breath of adventure
under the wild hand
and sex wind and jazz bands
play carefully on
into the damp dawn
with tropical aura nearby
we're asking you to be polite
flutes approaching warm sands
here where lotus kid stands
and rider deathbed listens
to everything that glistens
a peaceful celebration
of love above the nation
in candy rivers rolling
through countries fresh but falling
nobody wants to drive her
oh she's the fateful rider

3 song lyrics 2004 / re-edited 2022.

Celestial Mirage

She was like the morning dew
A beauty of strange kind
A premium pastel woman
Simple men could never find
Stumbling through the clouds
In her cirrus minor world
Celestial little lady
She picked the accurate chord

She was just like blowing wind
Limitless and everywhere
As gentle as the striking sun breeze
Essence here and body there
Goddess on the beach
Looking straight at me
I’ve just got to be with her
She's just got to see

Echo in the Mirror

Steel mirrors in distorted sun
Arrhythmic applause in the haven
Faces drop and distantly liquefy
On my arms two corpulent ravens

Exodus into desert plains
Landscape calm and silent now
The notes are drifting really slowly
While you stare and ask me “How?”

I tell you why you should ask me “When?”
These are plains of mystery
Seven hundred people scan the land
In search of unexpected prodigy

Bird of Paradise

From red to green
All dies in yellow
When the paradise bird
Sings in the primary forest

If you have the time
You also have freedom
The tower in the window
The tower in the window
Gone

Call upon the bird of paradise
A beauty in violet, on her way to hell
Beautiful lady, hands of light
Her eyes run sad, how could you tell

"Liquid Blues" (29.03.2022)

Your dress is sharp tonight
Your looks could kill
There's a blackbird in the mirror ball
There's denim and steel
Scent of leather in the air
A lock of time and bone
Please release me from this endless
Bitter movie roll

I'm trapped in liquid blues
With your high heel shoes
I'm dancing on a tightrope
Led by midnight news

If my strings could speak another
Language of the shore
I would choose some French I guess
To take your body home
Or some German nocturnes
That could fill the summer air
With surprise and soft white lies
Black corroding spells

Fly me up again to reach
The southern Texas haze
I am late again for planes
And trains, I'm always late
I could pick up any line
Call anybody's phone
But the answer should would be
Babe, I'm stoned alone

"Peyote"

Summer fields evaporate
Into the moon, into the bleak
Horses running thru the rainbow
Crystal bubblegum chick
Driving umbrellas of stairs
Further down the spine
Feel your head collapse
Look into my eyes

Travel down, leak your blood
On the surface of the sun
Summer fields evaporate
Into Neptune heavy clouds

Hear a distant country song
Floating on the wind
Carrying back your seventh sense
Singing of your grief
Resting in a shallow grave
Just nearby the road
Singing of the bullfrog king
Valleys full of soap

Where your creed don’t matter
Where the whole world sings
It’s peyote, brother
Ride on eagle wings

Have somebody teach you
Under side of blues
Skies don’t carry nothing
Birds don’t make no dues

Psychedelic boys and girls
Gather round the fire side
Sing on stoned and wayward wolves
Skies don’t hear them cry
Ain’t no thunder coming down
Whipping round your name
Everything is in the drugs
Evolving without shame

Have somebody show you
Under side of love
Moon don’t love the ocean
Sand don’t love the dove