I am ME

I have always believed in being apart of a greater world
So I trusted and believed in goodness
I gave chances, I have forgiven
And still somehow for granted I have been taken

I manage to shrug off all negativity and when questioned for my actions
I entertain them and tell them
to partake in conversation
that would not happen virtually
but physically

Misjudged for my behaviour I remain
Insulted for my honesty I'm ashamed but to myself I stay true and silently pity them for their ignorance

In the end I choose to open their eyes to their insecurities that to me are truly beautiful.

By: Linda RM Baumann
21h00
30 March 2016

Mask

Faces that exist are often masks of people,

Masks that represent the personality of the person carrying it

A mask connected to one’s mind, a mind influenced by its surroundings

Surroundings which start defining the essence of a person because life’s expectations require you to live in a certain way

Yet we remain deceived by those masks because the echo of the voices override the deceiving mask presented and in those lives there are crossroads as humanity is lost and opportunity becomes

Linda RM Baumann
19 March 2016
05h48

Wind

My subconscious has become my guardian  angel
I sometimes hear her say

Close your eyes and feel the wind make love to you

I listen and realise how gently the wind cups my face in its hands and slowly graces my lips with a kiss

I feel it's embrace all through my body...sending chills down my back

Indeed the wind is enticing ...so I give in and feel my heart thumping

The gentle tickle it makes me feel takes me up in the clouds and I'm floating. Gravity failing to exist

I reach my core as the wind hits my body as the ocean hits the beach

I smile as I open my eyes and realise that I just made love to the wind

By:Linda RM Baumann
18 March 2016
18h46

I feel your Pain

I see your pupils dilate every time his around
I see how you tip-toe around your words in his presence
That silent chill and thump your hearts makes at every glance he sends your way

I feel your resistance on being away from home as the consequence is much greater than the reward of your freedom
I’ve realised the carefully calculated movements you make
I see bars surrounding your consciousness and intuition- a barrier clearly outlined as I am unable to reach and pull you out

I’ve noticed how he sits on your individuality, suffocating you.
The individuality which consists of the values instilled in you, values that lay down a foundation- that which taught us how to respect, value others and represent ourselves. Values with no restrictions set out that limit us from being who we truly are

As I see your eyes glitter with fear, a piercing strike throbs in my heart that becomes unbearable
I have spoken and we continue to raise the flag carrying the amount of abuse we see you experience and all you can say and do is continuously defend him by finding inequalities within yourself

It’s strange now, how I’ve found myself at a crossroad that points out the shattered pieces within my values of humanity, now that I see and feel it so close to my bones, blood and flesh- i feel helpless as you are not able to reach out and grab my hand as the fear instilled in you has phased out the reality of being happy and feeling love

Despondently, I have this picture in my mind where I see him grabbing your wrists in aggravation, pushing you down and pinning you to the bed- I feel that tear drip down your soft cheek as you look up at him wondering if this is still the man you love
Sadly, I see your look of bewilderment as you notice the cuts and scar his left,

“How am I going to explain this?” You question yourself- realising its too big to hide...


By: Linda RM Baumann
24 February 2016
17h49

Sunrise, Sunsets

Sunrise, Sunsets      

Picture perfect sonnets which melt the essence of rif and misunderstanding
Crystal...water flowing crystal clear-
A mirage your words carry,timelessly

Sunrise , Sunsets      
 
Each stanza, tirelessly presenting the reality of an unbelievable truth      
A truth hidden underneath fear and reluctance
A reluctance commonly shared and influenced by the hesitance to be vulnerable      
                       
Sunrise, Sunsets

Line by line, you sell a dream, more expensive than gold
A dream so calculated, each segment is more costly than the first
Picture,  perfect sonnets you recite,  framed with the jargon only I can translate...  

By:Linda RM Baumann
12h48
08 February 2016  

I want to

May I hold your hand?
May I whisper in your ear?
Would you allow me the pleasure of escorting you to the bed?
May I gently lay you down?
May I lightly kiss your cheek?

I’ve imagined many things, many things I desire from you
I would like to share my inner thought, with the hope that they might become your thoughts too
I want you to undress me- slowly
While I kiss your soft tinted lips
I want you to seductively kiss the folds in my neck, as you swiftly stroke my thigh

I want you to eagerly kiss my breasts as you silently move your fingers over my clitoris
I want you to hungrily suck the areas of my inner thigh as you caress my breasts aggressively
I need you to… feathery… lick my throbbing clit, as I stare deeply into your devouring eyes

I want you to wrap you my legs around your body, as you enter me deep
I need to get lost in you as you get lost in me slowly… I want to make love to you

Sex is overrated when I see you- sex doesn’t make me get lost in you..
Let me in to “You”
Let me please “You”
Now….

May I lay in your arms, as you hold me dose…
May I kiss your forehead as we simmer into sleep

By: Linda RM Baumann
21 January 2016
16h26

I seem to have

I seem to have wandered
I seem to have been in a daze
I find myself, deep inside this maze large
Far from the planned route and path
I was inclined to take
I seem to have forgotten
That girl that brought me here

I seem to have mistaken the setting I was supposed to embrace
Did I skip a step? Did I forget to take the right exit?
I seem to have realized how far off I am
I seem to have acknowledged the make I made
However I still find myself startled by the fact that I walked so far and never stopped myself

I seem to have wandered, I’ve wandered off into this world unknown
A world wrapped in gold concealing the atrocities of life
I seem to have been in daze, a daze hypnotism isn’t able  to bring me out under from –
I seem to be reflecting reality
A reality where authenticity is not written in black and white

So I seem to have wandered far off into this vortex of idiocracy, belittled, elatedness’ and conspiracy


By: Linda RM Baumann
21 January 2016
15h36

My Remains

Torn I am- woman from flesh

Barbarically persuaded into a utopia not knowing it’s a preface of a mirage painted eons ago

Devoured strategically – female to girl placed sacrificially on a podium

Vulnerability orchestrated to perfection

Credulously I cling to a yearning of reaching my never- land

Hell-bent on reclaiming my morality

Hear me, hear me scream

For I remain trapped in this mummified edition of self

Take need when I call out in desperation to be unraveled and redressed

Stop tyrannizing me and look into my eyes

Terminate this ravishment you’ve unleashed on my soul

Take a glance into my eyes and witness purgatory in the making

Wrenched I’ve become at the sight of my remain

By: Linda RM Baumann
20 January 2016
17h43

Voice

I succumb to your word...
I remain submissive

I have no voice....
What happened to your voice
What happened to the opinionated
I have lost it...

Wake up little girl, grow up,
for this world is an evil place
How long will u remain silent, how long will u remain oblivious to that very essence of this world who kicks you time and time again..

Stand up for yourself, for only you know what you are going through
Only you contain the answers to the questions you so eagerly ask

 Rebel if you must, what ever you choose to do
 increase the sound of your voice, amplify it
Keeping quiet brings about peace while your soul rots inside
So speak little girl, SPEAK

Linda RM Baumann- 21h38 - 18 January 2016

I exist

I exist
I am breathing
I have a life
The life that has me wonder
Yet then also leads me to stry into an unknown direction
A direction only I understand and seem the fool as the unknown is fucked up
This life that I so boastfully claim remains untrue time and time again
I breath and exist on its terms
This life puzzles me, I walk, I sit, I speak, I represent and present
Yet these life's performances fools me in this so called existence as the system that claims to protect me yet shits on me- as its formation has been a living lie
I exit by default of the oxygen that enters my lungs

By: Linda RM Baumann - 18/01/16 -07h18

None, Content

I am naked... I bare my soul- openly to that which you say is mine.
Hearts linger and anticipate the synchronized echo of our blood flowing from ventricle to ventricle

I am naked with vulnerability
I am naked by default of my presence, as those eyes undress me
As I journey through life the stops and crossroads I pass by .Undress my being as I seek to find my direction yet my vulnerability betrays me

It exposes me to a world unkind.untrue to me. A world that takes pride in knocking me down

I stand naked before you. I stand naked before you. And yet you choose to cover those edges and curves You don't approve of

I stand naked with you and still you choose to stayed clothed
You choose to hide that which is most vulnerable about you
And you have the nerve to say I'm not open.

Yet you grind your teeth at my nakedness
I choose to no longer be naked. As this nakedness made me realise my vulnerability,  As it has made me see my bare soul. A soul only i can cloth. Naked I am no more.

18 December 2015
20h40

I am Me

As we celebrate our Humanity
The layers I need to unveil comes with so much weight
Yet disregarded


As I celebrate the air in my body
My heart beat stimulated by the concessions of life

As I stand here in front of you
The checks and balances made to define the person that I am scares me as no one asked me who I am

The classification of not succumbing to following the norm has brought me in trouble
Trouble define by those who chose to define the me that I am

I cannot be confined to these rules
As these rules imprisons me
The chains striped all over my body makes me wanna scream

And as I scream I can hear my voice but don’t

I want to be free
I want to feel the real
I want to hear my voice
I want to nurture all of me

As we celebrate our humanity
The layers I need to unveil are scarred by those barriers that brings injustice to my body, mind and soul.

Do you know who I am?

I am just that little girl who wants her voice to be heard

As I celebrate our diversity with the wave of the rainbow and the sparkle our uniqueness

I – I  am M

The Gift

When you love someone, truly love them, you lay your heart open to them. You give them a part of yourself that you give to no one else, and you let them inside a part of you that only they can hurt-you literally hand them the razor with a map of where to cut deepest and most painfully on your heart and soul. And when they do strike, it’s crippling-like having your heart carved out, like having the air in your lungs escape, struggling to breath, suffocating.

Falling in love can be like stepping on loose rocks and falling of a cliff, regardless of any barriers you may have built. It comes in silently like mist and settles beautifully over your life

We tend to fall in love with people before we have fully gotten to know them...but love requires utmost vulnerability and trust.... love is elastic it stretches and retracts and constantly changes.


But love, love is a gift...
A gift that comes in different shapes and sizes,  a gift that teaches and hurts at the same time, a gift meant to be felt and lived.

When you love someone you share that gift by default