As a shaddowed breath fill my lungs and I involuntarily exhale diamond dust I think of my respiratory system as a Robin Hood iFilter.  Inhaling the bad, leaving it there to marinate in my lung’s condensed holy soul water mixed  by the holiest than thou moonshiner.

Truth is I’ve never even seen sky drifting diamond dust. What I exhale is filthy carbon dioxide, just like any other air thief around.  Stealing from plants, ridding true and helpful charity samurai’s from their much needed oxygen and befoul in return .

Dearest blood and dust, oh how I would love to be a monk levitating an inch above the prettiest of untouched powdery mountains. Permanently cleaning my soul and causing no harm.  But then again, I wouldn’t mind being a bank robber with a Hijab scarf hiding my face from a world who secretly admires my ability to not give a damn and take what I do believe I deserve.

With that in mind, naked (as we came), armed with the only bleached white linen that I own I hit the narrow dirt road which I knew led to higher ground.  I wasn’t confused; I mean how could I be, in a world so perfectly organized.  A world where everyone know their place and is just a cornea’s width from reaching their ridiculously, overly thought over dreams.  A world where everything makes sense and depression is a bird that missed the earth like a meteor a million years ago.  A world where beauty became white manufactured digital devices, backtrack idiots and a world where wisdom is bought with pieces of paper covered in distasteful art.  What the hell happened to freedom, unconditional love, nature’s beauty and communicating to pretty early birds with sunflower seeds and mountain water.   What happened to ‘God among us all’?

My feet started bleeding as they’re far too fragile from years and years of wearing factory shoes, but it served as a sense of motivation to get to the top.  My already scarred body had bleeding thorn lines from too much moisturizing cream and tunnel vision but that only gave me the much needed masochistic adrenalin shot I needed at the time.  Along the road I met a snake who offered me some fruit to eat, I declined, as I prefer vitamin water, MSG covered Nik-knacks and a dash of Tobasco. He tried to bite and indoctrinate me with the old ultra-satanity, but I bit him in half instead.  Oh how pure that made me feel.

The path was pretty; I can’t remember when last I felt so human, so far away from civilized humanity.  My once white linen reflected a greyish light from the mixture of sweat and moonlight that shone upon it.  I saw an askew cliff afar, one I tried so hard to imagine in the back of my mind too many times before, God knows it was even prettier.  It didn’t take me long to make some rope from a wet Sisal plant’s sword-shaped leaves and connect my only piece of greyish-white linen to both feet and wrists and walked the last mile to the highest rock on the tallest mountain.  I felt like a semi-psychotic newborn winged monkey , made my way to the edge and prayed God knows what to god knows who.

You know they say that moments before your death you see your whole life flashing in front of your eyes.  It is complete and utter otter shit.  All I saw was a spiraling ground curtain blurring behind my characterized conscience rolling his eyes at my appearance.  All that I wanted to do was to fly free, and that I did, even if it was a mere microsecond more than a few tick-tock-ticks…

I rolled over in pain and stared at the giraffe-high empty mezzanine of my favourite theatre.  Even if we aren’t really free,  even if we are caged animals on this oh so pretty amazing earth, at least, at the very least we have rich imaginations and with imagination my dear fellow humans we can conquer the world with one dream, one story, one life and a dash of guts at a time.  I do believe in life, love.  I do believe in dreams.   With the power of imagination, positivity and good old actions, reality is only a cornea’s width away.

Veldfire

She’s a lover, she’s an arsonist

Warm, luminescent and cold in blood

Rolled in snow, blazed on coal

Show me tenderness, make me whole

Nuque; soft as fog

eyes a luminescent ghost

Her neck oh neck you are my hourglass

Time becomes a hoax

Dovetailed in waist high savannahs

Two live wires unplugged and unrestrained

Shaking elliptically in the act of mate

Entwined and chemically inflamed

Intense sparks awakened the blind

Animals flee and angels weep

Fires raging in the wind

Such love, oh love,

we should keep

–          Ruann Weidemann

Oil painting by Jon Imber

Photograph by Darius Klimezak

Oil painting by Dennis Ziemienski

Painting by Michael Peck

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Peace and love,

Ruann