Absolut leckeres Essen & warme Atmosphäre in Hannovers Nordstadt. Auch Veganer und Vegetarier kommen in diesem Restaurant nicht zu kurz. Empfehlenswert!
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Hin und geniessen:)
While Clarity leads
respectful Waters make sure
Love will always win
named Fitzkick did make me smile today. Just moved in and already posing in front of the camera. Always wanted a waterturtle, realising that "to live in the here and now" actually means what it means- i finally did it. Welcome Fitze!
GENAUER TERMIN WIRD NOCH BEKANNT GEGEBEN
Freedom of Heart and Happiness
Uniquely United within Love`s Strength surviving
Dead and Darkness´
Solitude`s stern Slumbers
and Agony´s absurd Haven....?
(Do) I dare
closing my crying Eyes in Empathy
embracing every God given Emotion
to allow Affection´s Ability
playing Ping Pong with my personal Paradise
an embedded Eden
where juvenile Joy still seduces a sensitive Soul?
.......I´m close to
a turn to the right,
one to the left....anticipation
yet nothing to cherish in sight
lost , worried and torn
a glimpse of hope, strugglin ´
home, formerly known sanctuary
now merely a word
an idea of living......
just a rant
i cannot put in words
what keeps me collapsing
unsorted & sharp
cutting the sweet little layers of sanity
into piercing splinters - burning the yet to come
....until nothing is left but crazy longing
and the urge to swallow all wasted tears
to drown myself
choking up bitter lies
- a swamp of undenied whispers
still caressing the very core of passion
devotion...& whatever keeps my clock ticking
....the heart beating
.............the soul seeking
for truth or understanding - who really cares?
the wilderness of a desperate mind
will always cross "heart-set" limitations
burning eyes and unfair phrases - created
...no room for pride
but a second of reality's disrespectful canto:
"No more i miss you Poems..........."
born with shades
never keen on limelight
met her who however
unfolds me to cast shadows
reflections of perfection
dann bin ich wieder da, wo ich hingehöre:)
Baltimore ich komme!!
Branching Heart and mind
Separation of Everything
Devision Unity of Completeness
Leaves me wanting more
Solutions nowhere near
Skies hanging low in Anticipation
Her touch washes away every Doubt
Freedom...only a Word
As I give in to Devotion
Torment of the Soul
While the Body lets go
The head knows wrong from right
...Still...Rain provokes...all Emotions
Even the third Eye´s peaceful Home
Shake my mere Essence
Collapsing the last Drop of Pride
Swallowing sweet Productions
Diving once more...
Freedom of Relief
Kisses kidnap well spent Tears
Arms fold protecting Embraces
Which again merge
Heart and Mind
is manchmal alles was man braucht!
is sometimes all you need!
great shoot - learning - listening - understanding.
What Love and a lil Confidence can do!
( want a photoshoot - contact me)
the longing to be yours
in every sense of the meaning,
captures all distinguished seeds of pride
and waters them gently,
shelters minuscule future possibilities
from fear and despair,
and within the knowledge of love
in every sense of the meaning…
“Know your Limitations, so you see where your Possibilities are.”,
has been on my mind for a few days.
( Thanks to a great conversation i had with my sis.)
A new stepping stone to clarity of needs and wants and a helpful add to self-actualization.
What are my limits? Once defined, are they “really” limitations or simply some “mind set boundaries”, born in anxiety, mindfulness or even laziness?
Some limitation we cannot overcome because they are “facts”
“i want to be able to see a 100 % with both eyes.” – that’s a health/body limitation, unfortunately that cannot be changed, least not right now and not within my own possibilities,
(once parts of the retina died, they are dead.)
and some…we can overcome with determination, understanding and the will to do whatever it takes to get to whatever it is we want or need to feel good or complete.
“i want to move to nassau and work there as a conch salad chef.” - It is possible, i can leave everything behind, learn the secrets of a great conch salad and follow my dream.
Understanding your own limitations, respect yourself for abilities and being gentle with self with facts life handed out to you – come on – there isnt much one cannot do, is it?
Law of Attraction – once again.
As complex as this Universe appears, as easy it really is.
….working on this, working on self:)
combined with Respect and Love?
This is IT....transforming endlessly...
open spread eagle
soul exposed, lingering between the here
as, beyond the syncopated throbbing,
that sigh of assurance
when you fall asleep safely while watching amelia earhart crossing the ocean
when reading a heartache poem and realizing you have never been alone in "this"
when you notice that old wounds are able to heal & you are still alive to witness it
when a song takes you back to the sweetest memories & you allow yourself a sigh
when you take a picture of someone that represents exactly how you feel for them
when a casted smile on someone´s face is the best reward you could ever ask for
........show you that Nothing has ever been in vain
sometimes, logic does not apply in reality,
mending a heart needs more than 1+1=2
sometimes, logic blurrs peaceful visions with knowledge,
as fear keeps blinding a beautiful soul
sometimes, logic is simply dumb,
resting love on the least common denominator
the weigh of every tear
shared unseen, numb
circles unbroken through time and space
even the universe is clueless as to why
pain caused to remain a better soul
was left on stages for the blinded
and, inside a weaker heart
connected though, love calls helplessly
understanding, three words out of reach
is missing it´s deepness and instead
smashing clarity into the splinters that
destroy faith slowly, yet keep alive hope
the thorn that twists sleepless nights
into a solid future….of `whatever´
creating longing, as pale fruits of destruction
linger upon my lashes, ready to let go
yet their existence will never simply vanish,
or ooze away
the weigh of every tear
shatters my world.
tho it makes me feel better - pisses me off at the same time!...i really dont like to be restricted - then again i do! ..hahaha...long live internal controversy!!
petals break swiftly
softness overseen, tainted
winter´s fault or just a breeze
of emotional meander?
the beauty inside, untouched
and it´s blossom
are over, for now.;)
i wont fool myself and say that there will never be downfalls and serious depressing times again - but for now , im good.
if i continue to speak my heart - i cannot go wrong.
if i continue to listen to my heart - i cannot fail.
so yes, i will speak and trust emotions more than words i hear.
ps: the clothespins felt actually really good.( i am a masochist *whistaling*)
laughing with friends ´til you hit the table with your head - simply priceless!
...and many experiences wiser. Another birthday tomorrow, another leaf on the tree of life....
i am thinking about us
23 hours a day
i am thinking...
contemplating the suicide of our lives
by allowing sunsets of sweet insanity commanding
our hate filled bodies to breathe
at least-for a couple of seconds &
time will be an innocent bystander
weighing cordial intentions and transparent bad actions
back and forth...and back again
simply to feel
if this is genuine real
or just another attempt to wash away the cescendo
of all the memories that keep us sane
in the crazy fertility of depression´s eclipse
feeling a healing stealing gloom´s room
while your hand touches my heart
& leaves volcanic trails of obsession
dripping down my thighs
only to cloud a mind´s useless stray......
agony´s marching band
til i realize in the very last hour
not one thought really wasted
as long as it was spent
You don´t understand crazy
Until you move in circles, unseen
Yet solid, through cemented fields
Of neglected emotions….
A crusade of longing and devastation
A degrading mind fuck – senseless
And presented sweetly on a plate
Of insanity´s inviting buffet…
You don’t understand crazy
Until you allow pain to become a part
Of what´s making you act, sing & slide
Through the foaming bubble
a raindrop fell…
today – onto my tongue
little sensational crystals of imagination
love, passion and creativity mingled
undefined yet healthy , along
kaleidoscopical pieces of hope
yearning for mere recognition
…it was salty
Splinters of poison´s cold
Slowly force their reign
Into fearful flesh, again and again
No healthy excange is possible…when
Black or white is filtered from the stage of
Accusations single edged act
Where most of the grey patterns matter,
-creating the value searched for, productive & true-
Only wrong impressions form illusions that destroy
A foundation of what could have been….more.
No chance but to let go in rhymes
No sentence able to adjust the unforgiving
No verse brave enough to bleed pain on demand
No letter can express what rumbles within
So why should words measure
The unspoken…what you did not see
I had no chance,
and you flew away with it.
..cos this hurtz
Displayed completely, visible
At Your will, Your every word
Hung in anticipation
Alert, ready and eager
Yet still – absorbing the Given
One move, slow and wanted
Breaking walls, this girl´s core
Erupting unknown strength
Pulsing from vein to vein
United unequally - yet
Fairly balanced in openness
Exhaling freedom´s sweet whiff
of a 1000 beginnings
able to ooze
wisdom of many well spent
caresses my uneducated heart,
helping me to find
in swirls of a too big a sea
and like an island
you maneuver stability
into place, a haven
to those, whos hands eagerly
hoping for a knowing smile,
and they received even more
-parts of you
so beautiful and strong
molded by certain pathways
downfalls and chin ups
your heart was created to love,
obey and serve
to tiny bits in this universe
spoken and written - absorbed
one unique respectful soul
has meanings beyond the ordinary
and plant peace comfortably
across this ocean too
...a Source of Motivation
i could stop thinking
.....for one minute...in precious time
stop the nagging uneasiness
questioning an unforseeable future
or without her...................................?
asking the moon for advice
for she has seen many souls riding across the sky asking „what if „ and „why“ ...
like hollow echoes in a hemisphere of obsessed fools
seeking wisdom in universe´s grounded lap
no answering sound penetrates my receiving ear
what´s that slight tune
burning the bridges of my pristine loneliness
is that aspiration i hear.....?
enthralled by love´s former simplicity
i allow memories to put aside fears of disappointment
for sixty short little hypnotized moments
freedom of innocent enchantment kisses my heart and creates a fascinated smile on my twisted lips...
sacrifizing my whole existence to this infatuated instant
leaving all doors open to be filled with faith
for this has to become a sheltering experience
..a welcoming peace of a treasured mind
.....a beautiful healthy home ...........a....................................
if only i could stop thinking
( always fits)
completely out of it....!
i want to write poetry...*diggin in my tumbleweed mind for leftover creativity*
nope - aint the time yet.
ever had serious conversation with self? lol...
the thorn of life´s misconception
piercing my flesh
like a dominant lash, relentlessly
marking my back
unworthy being , futile waste of air
crawling, fighting still
for reasons to be
encouraged just the same
time loops chant their refrain
back at zero, collecting strength relics
happiness right in front of me
just a paltry peek away
but always out of reach…
(back to nothing 6-5-10)
charismatic Chansons of Creativity
and welcoming worthy Wonders
shine Serendipity´s sweet Song
above all Alignments available…
a Blueprint of
(thursday night freeflow)
just one syllable away
hidden in the backyard of a narrowed mind
buried between the limitations of unused possibilities
& the wish to simply escape stillstand...
just one word banned
continuously colliding with unshed tears of pride
& tumbleweed promises...
wont break a mind´s chains
if never spoken...
tears flow incoherently
foolish forward forces
burn sold limitations
-signals of rejection-
under my skin
my soul hurts.
a mere splinter of good intentions
turns actions into vanishing serendipity
swallowed by the HERricane
a body made of desires
only re-acts to manufactured pattern
and my heart…
paints muted screams alive
visible to only the inner me
there, where longing reigns
in chaotic fire…
reborn through ashes
wings still bound and weary
i seek redemption in freedom´s lap
Catapulting pain in steady waves
From my back right into the receiving muscle
Fading from red healthy
To pale dead…
One beat away
Sneer´s celebrating laughter awaits satisfaction
A cheery applause to welcome doom
Blueprintz of returning circles
In my predictable prophecy
I hide , again…
Crystal clear water surrounds my soul
Washed clean by innocent´s gentle whiff
I forever remain the wounded hero
Sacrifized through passionate meander
Biased for the sake of being
Love keeps wearing the mask of
What is it that moves you?
What leaves you dancing at sanity´s edge
Holding back understanding … rather
Tossing agony´s angry dirt
Into my face, heart
Rocks between legs that stumble already
Victimzed? Not really…i am still winning
Compromised? Maybe, about to
Lose parts of my fertile land…for you
I bend my pride , my Existence….
What is it that moves you?
What leaves your soul painstained
Defending grounds of the unknown
Barbed wire fences rip flesh off my hands
Reaching in….through lessons willing to learn
Yearning to be acknowledged
Coming out of safety´s comfortable embrace
Falling into the abyss of unbreakable boundaries
What is it that moves you?
Love is here.
and right back........
the Circle of life spinning the Wheel of Fortune
asking me to buy a "S" to connect the "oul"
for it needs Protection
to remain whole
fill the air between unsaid Thoughts
and Movements of fearful Words
could - should - would & if
almost could feed a Regret
one of those which keep you guessing
if starving the Possibilities of "giving in"
would be a better Solution
or should the sweet Imagination
be just that...
as the Silence
that surrounds my meaningless Walk
..through your Mind
...through Our Memories
i 'd cry some more
so None of Everything we shared
...but all I have left
from alpha's inviting Ride
sweet relief, kisses ever so sweet
placed upon my hair,
sweaty still from ongoing torture
rusty nails of selfdoubts scratching beyond surface,
a skin so thin
rejected, frightened by righteous lies
filling half empty glasses...with even more
chambers of misleading accusations
chains of unmotivating hate
spit me , a creature loved,
merely trusting ocean views & human warmth
grains of happiness irking my eye
darkness chants my name , lustfully alert
my body aches to reminisce pain...home
abducted from formerly reality, light caresses
soft yet assertively, even my shadows
give in to exhale
Ms. Max Rulz has spent
many years in front of the camera and has now found expression on the other side. Having directed in detail how her photo shoots were to be done, she gives that same detail to the photos’ she
takes. Affectionately called kaleidoscope mind by her family, this instinct is portrayed in her work.
“My taste runs to the eclectic so why would not my expression? My style is my ability to morph into different styles” Max Rulz likes to put her unique spin on the photographs she takes. “Sometimes I just see more color, more shapes, these are simply a showing of the pictures in my frame of mind.”
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