Tag Archives: words

“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)

“Birth Of An Identity” – Reha

We all know past is past,
But forget not
It’s always meant to last.
From childhood snaps
To treasured friendship bands,
From farewell memories
To forgotten buddies,
From warm tattered diary pages
To voices unheard since ages,
We all have a past that has split us,
As much as it has built us.

Walking down one such
Foregone summer day,
I recollect how life
Never accounted my say,
When every effort
Used to go in utter vain,
And staying alive
Became an incorrigible pain.
Came by a blessing,
From a human I never knew,
Wrapped in a text that read,
“To live the life you are meant to,
Do the things you really want to.
And fear not the unpredictable unknown,
Follow your calling
And you’ll reach the right zone”.
Stunned at those effortless words
Of a stranger from nowhere,
I stood perplexed
Almost concluding it to be
A hoax pretty unfair.

But just then it clicked to me,
God helps only those
Who helps themselves,
And never does he appear
Straight out of statues and portraits.
So believing in those words
I took over a pen,
And brought a closure
To all that my heart ever contained.

What happened next
Has transformed into a beautiful past,
Like the unforgettable Eureka
That still happens to last.
And though that stranger was never found again,
His words of wisdom didn’t go in vain.
For I followed the calling of my soul,
And discovered a writer from the rut of woes.

Today after a year has passed,
Last summer is gone,
For another to arrive,
Just like the wheel of life,
That keeps spinning,
Whether or not you like.
And though I still don’t know
What I really want from life,
But all that I know is
I’ve curated a beautiful past,
That gifted me a new identity
As much as a new life to embark.

~REHA

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“Hot Chocolate” – Jonathan Falk

I am walking to the park. I dream of writing poetry on your body. The feeling isn’t mutual, still I catch some of your sun. Nothing of this is a metaphor. Life is past when we are collecting our memories. Dusty cupboards. Squared fields of weeds. I am standing on a roof. 

Mindfuck needs no preservation. Poisonous thoughts of re-erection of one’s dreams. Rejuvenate the profile. Mind-mapping a wayout-plan, a fallback-system to commons like eating, working and dying. Love is dark matter, an ancient, cruel forest. Keep on walking, slowly, follow the low music.

We’ve all been there, and no matter how long you discuss, we belong together. Mathematicians try to prove our existence by failure, although we are everywhere’s force. Undeniable. Together we fall at walls of individuality. Big like small. A famous massacre. You like me. But: All I want is a peaceful life at your side.

“Hot Chocolate” by Jonathan Falk

“Lighthouse Lonelyness” – Oliver Ritthaler

My view jumps across the waves
Looking for that one treasure,
my better half / mi media naranja / meine bessere Hälfte
Whether it’s an island or another lonely heart.
Talking to seagulls,
Drinking too much Gin
Falling slowly and surely apart.
©@oritthaler

“Lighthouse Lonelyness” by Oliver Ritthaler

“Sometimes Alive” – Jonathan Falk

sometimes
i am not sure
if i exist.
then i work and do not work.
to lower that days
of breathing art.
retrospective:
rich the days
we could order a pizza.

long ago i lost
overview –
poems, music, love,
all were made to hide.
then i dream and not dream.
those moments
to wish a child.
i am offered
unpaid bills
in artful
loops.

darkest wish:
to stop
to express
oneself.

“Red” – Evamaria Freshmaker

I fell in love with one of the highest pleasures of human being. The underrated ability to transform each others mind. Open your mind for the freshness you are jonesing for. Try to express yourself with no matter about shape and evanescence. The sign is necessary. Signs by yours truly. While you think about it, i will touch you with mine… right now.