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suevioletta
suevioletta
Born Czech, a mother, Ninja, failed ballerina, now a doctor.
Restless, hot night Questions  unasked Unbidden Unanswered By a troubled  mind The beauty  of the night sky Unseen by the blind. The power of love lost By lonely seekers Calling Wandering about Looking for a light Only lovers know the way Through  the night Unwavering Undaunted Follow the gentle glow Of the loving heart. Only lovers can see The guiding light Rising from the storm Timeless and calm The lonely souls left behind Never to be found. I am lost ! I am blind ! Answer  me,  my love !
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Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC
Night.
Excuse me,  where is LionAir ? Sorry,  wrong terminal. But, to be fair, It's not far. Down the escalator turn left see the sign. Up the elevator turn right You will be fine.                   I    Was not ! No crossing the yellow line ! Excuse me,  ? LionAir ? Sure, follow the footprints  on the gound about 5 miles to walk about you will be there in no time at all.                     I  Was not ! The footprints  ended in a wall. LionAir ? I ask, Yeah, follow the guy in a yellow vest he is heading there too.                he    Was not ! The dude diverted to a Portaloo. Where is the Lion ****** Air ? Follow the crowd ? Arrive en masse ?                    Nope ! They got on the bus. Oops, what's  this ? LionAir ! No sign,  no footprints,  no line But, I'm  finally there ! The name has been changed to protect the innocent.   Me.
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Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 4:29 AM UTC
Airport travails.
what is jazz the expression of improvisation experimentation and spiritual harmony thinking outside of the box the heart and soul of The Black Man as free as the Southern Wind jazz is to know that i can Black Man
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 5:42 PM UTC
To Know That I Can Black Man
My precious daughter moved away, Like every child would One day In my heart I was glad And I died. I know you had to go Following your art And your heart. It was like letting a dove go From my hand To be free To fly in the sky To the welcoming hands of a friend. A curtain raises And a curtain falls On the many acts of life You now walk on a new path So far away Many journeys starting Crisscrossing And ending Yours and mine Forever entwined.
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Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 5:06 AM UTC
So Far Away.
Lunar eclipse The blood moon nearing totality Allowing stars to shine Midnight Statues without  time The sweet taste of wine I'm here. Am I ? I don't see the walls  or the doors I see you, My two nightowls Walking  through  the night Talking, laughing Standing quiet A fire in your eyes watching the city lights. Midnight And the time stands still The bridge to the end to which I'm near You both just starting So young and full of life Give me your hands ! Let us fly Above the city lights Over the river and glassy spires The rhythm of your hearts Resonates Happy and sad They complement. Midnight And the time is still My old soul remembering  my youth Happy and sad Rejecting the truth Living now Young again You have so much to give Open your wings in a full flight For mine are now clipped. And yes, I'm here Forever remembering the city spires The music The laughter  and fire in your eyes The bridge to the end Happy and sad my soul Without fear.
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Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 4:17 AM UTC
Living.
Miss Polly had a dolly with fries and radishes. Washed down with a large glass of jolly, it was delicious !
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Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 8:05 AM UTC
Miss Polly
I hope my life speaks I hope it gives you a different ending A different picture To the one you see I hope that you see the colour Even just a glimpse of hope I hope you will hold on I hope you know you’ll make it I did I hope you’ll let go of the hurt Let go of the reasons and reasonings I hope that you’ll know you not alone I hope you find an ounce of strength I hope you’ll reach out I hope you don’t believe the lie That it’s not worth it You are more than worth it You are precious beyond what you can see You are loved beyond measure I hope you can see the glimmer of light Even though ur world is dark I hope you’ll feel the bit of sun Even as you drenched in rain Don’t give up, it’s not worth it You are more than worth it I made it and I will not give up on you making it You can dream You can hope You will make it
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 4:43 AM UTC
Don't Give Up - I hope my life speaks
Your long journey  is at the end Not gone Never far from my mind Memories flooding From misty past Lovers and loves First and last Living and dead All facing me. You holding my little hand Through fears and tears And happiness All in the same frame. You have believed in me and mine And gave me strength With your parting line: Be good.  Be best ! Thank you dad For all your love and faith Your acceptance You have done all you could Your soul now released. I love you ! Rest in peace.
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
Dear Dad.
Crushing disappointment A dark shadow Smothering my world Clouding my mind Why ? Why ? There are no roses Only thorns No fire, only the smoke I'm blind to your kind comfort Why ? I cry hiding behind a smile. But you are wrong! There is a fire Behind the smoke. It's in my heart! The thorns come with roses A beautiful sight. The tears of my disappointment Just made up my mind I will try harder again and again ! I CAN !
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Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 4:30 AM UTC
Disappointment
Music and dance Her life's pulse She is compelled Can't resist Like an ocean The music ebbs and swells And sweeps her in a deep joy Everything else abandoned Life's ills and hurts are no more ! She can SEE the music Imagining the dance The rhythm and the flow It gives her wings The lifts and jumps Are high to the sky And majesticaly slow! But the grand jete Comes at a price Every sinew cries The beautiful arabesque An epitome of grace The long line of pirouettes So fast only a blur An elegant refrain And no one see That her joints are screaming in pain. Yet Day in and day out practisìng , rehearsing For a thousandth time Finding the strength For a thousand  and one Still The music soars And in her mind She is flying, Turning Gliding With a geat joy ! Dance is her life. Yes, I am still dreaming Of what might have been once I just was never good enough.
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Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC
Dance.