I Dream


(Do)I dream
of Freedom............?
Freedom of Heart and Happiness
Uniquely United within Love`s Strength surviving
Dead and Darkness´
Solitude`s stern Slumbers
and Agony´s absurd Haven....?
or.....
(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 
.......deep down
where juvenile Joy still seduces a sensitive Soul?

I Do....
.........Everytime 
.......I´m close to 
....You

unstoppable....

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,

mutually with

and within the knowledge of love

in every sense of the meaning…

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....
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

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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

Puzzle

Words

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

P

U

Z

Z

L

E

So why should words measure

The unspoken…what you did not see

…or feel

I had no chance,

and you flew away with it.

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tea-ling-cuddles-rest

..cos this hurtz

a well
of a 1000 beginnings
able to ooze
wisdom of many well spent
life potions
caresses my uneducated heart,
helping me to find
self
in swirls of a too big a sea
and like an island
you maneuver stability
and understanding
into place, a haven
to those, whos hands eagerly
reached out
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

thank you.

:)

Viola Johnson

...a Source of Motivation

if only

i could stop thinking

.....for one minute...in precious time

stop the nagging uneasiness

questioning an unforseeable future

with

or without her...................................?

asking the moon for advice

for she has seen many souls riding across the sky asking „what if „ and „why“ ...

but

like hollow echoes in a hemisphere of obsessed fools

seeking wisdom in universe´s grounded lap

no answering sound penetrates my receiving ear

wait –

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....................................

„Toc“ .....

if only i could stop thinking

...forever

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sp2x

( 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

stairways
…so steep


….push…….pull….
move…break…fall back

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)

Alegria,

charismatic Chansons of Creativity
and welcoming worthy Wonders
shine Serendipity´s sweet Song
above all Alignments available…

Alegria,
a Blueprint of
Your Soul.

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(thursday night freeflow)

freedom -
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...

freedom -
just one word banned
continuously colliding with unshed tears of pride
& tumbleweed promises...

"yes"
wont break a mind´s chains
if never spoken...

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Angel

emotional overload

tears flow incoherently

foolish forward forces

burn sold limitations

-signals of rejection-

under my  skin

my soul hurts.

my mind

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…

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

unworthy

i seek redemption in freedom´s lap

words, unnecessary

and pain

a pleasure…

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Transparency



The knife
Turning slowly
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…

“awe”

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
Self deception---

War

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

Frequently

Yet undeniably….solid

Rocks between legs that stumble already

Victimzed? Not really…i am still winning

…somehow

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

…reborn

Coming out of safety´s comfortable embrace

Falling into the abyss of unbreakable boundaries

Torn..cold…

…………sacrifized

What is it that moves you?

Love is here.

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dotz
...........
from alpha
to omega
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
& Love
to remain whole
....reaching out....

.....empty Pockets
........empty Heart
Nothing
 ..but
dotz
..
.
Crystal Echoes
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...
....sweet
as the Silence
that surrounds my meaningless Walk
through Space
..through your Mind
...through Our Memories

i 'd cry some more
so None of Everything we shared
was invain...
...but all I have left
from alpha's inviting Ride
is
dotz....

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
blasphemy--
chambers of misleading accusations
chains of unmotivating hate
spit me , a creature loved,
out

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
...



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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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