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“We Are All Puppets” – Oliver Ritthaler

Down at the beach
I find my inner Child.
Back on the street
I find my inner Warrior.
Deep in the woods
I find my inner Explorer.
Back at home
I find all Myself. (or)

“We Are All Puppets” by Oliver Ritthaler

We are all puppets,
Some on a string, some with long
Swing, some lost one wing.

Don’t leave them on beach,
Care them, they bleach in a sun
We will never reach. (jf)

“Three Types Of Texture” – Oliver Ritthaler

_~*three types of texture*~_

Who cares if you are old? Maybe you’re not old but vintage.

Who the hell calls you torn? Maybe you’re not torn but charming.

Why they say you’re faded when it’s just your kind of character?

Three types of texture.

Three different angles of view.

Three types of posture.

Unlimited types of you.

“Three Types Of Texture” by Oliver Ritthaler