Sometimes you just get happy
from something
that you know
will soon
be gone
is that not remarkable
Day 3806, you just.
Daily picture, PoetryDay 3805, daily.
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I suspect
that I am the only one
who watches the show
that I perform
on a daily
basis
Day 3804, Mountain Angel.
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Pretty as an angel from the day that she was born
Skin as fair as lilies, hair as golden as the corn
They knew that she was special
From the moment she first cried
She was a mountain angel, certified
She was her momma’s baby, she was her daddy’s pride
Good at home, at church and school, at everything she tried
Everybody’s darlin’ led a charmed and peaceful life
The perfect mountain angel ’til he arrived
And ohh, she fell so deeply
Ooh, she couldn’t stop
She gave herself to him, yielded completely
He lifted her so high and let her drop
She gave up everything for him that mattered in her life
All the others that had loved her and she vowed to be his wife
She dreamed of bearing children in an ivy-covered house
The mountain angel’s sunshine turned to clouds
The wicked, handsome stranger left the way he came
Broke her heart and broke her mind
She never was the same
They say he was the devil
That had come to steal her soul
She never loved another it was told
Skin as fair as lilies, hair as golden as the corn
They knew that she was special
From the moment she first cried
She was a mountain angel, certified
She was her momma’s baby, she was her daddy’s pride
Good at home, at church and school, at everything she tried
Everybody’s darlin’ led a charmed and peaceful life
The perfect mountain angel ’til he arrived
And ohh, she fell so deeply
Ooh, she couldn’t stop
She gave herself to him, yielded completely
He lifted her so high and let her drop
She gave up everything for him that mattered in her life
All the others that had loved her and she vowed to be his wife
She dreamed of bearing children in an ivy-covered house
The mountain angel’s sunshine turned to clouds
The wicked, handsome stranger left the way he came
Broke her heart and broke her mind
She never was the same
They say he was the devil
That had come to steal her soul
She never loved another it was told
Day 3803, R.I.P.
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Repost from day 3175.
I sometimes wonder
out loud
inside
are memories not better
then what is happening now
is life not best viewed in hindsight
is even the best experience not consumed
by the one just following
and following
lost in the moment
leftovers in memory
is the completion
the memory of the rush
cooled down
not better
can it not be remembered over and over
like a picture on the wall
but I was wondering
when is enough
enough
are 10 good memories not enough
or 50
a 100
a 1000
?
Something else… I have written to my memory that from now on, the only good thing coming from America is Dolly Parton; the rest is just bullshit…well OK, that expression is also something of value left over from what was once called the land of the free.
Day 3802, for all.
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There is something about this door
that is not inviting
I wish that were the case
for all the doors
I didn’t open
Day 3801, at the table.
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We all sit at the table
it feeds us
it feels us
it gives us
it’s where we decide
the words we use
to say
nothing
Day 3800, with many.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
Daybreak
Book V
530 Thinker’s digressions. -With many thinkers, the course of their thought as a whole is rigorous and inexorably bold, indeed sometimes cruel towards themselves, while in detail they are gentle and flexible; with benevolent hesitation they circle around a thing ten times, though in the end they resume their rigorous path. They are rivers with many meanderings and secluded hermitages; there are places in their course where the river plays hide-and-seek with itself and creates for itself a brief idyll, with islands, trees, grottos and waterfalls: and then it goes on again, past rocky cliffs and breaking its way through the hardest stone.
Day 3799, if there are.
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I check every now
and then
if there are any remains
hanging
on my thorns
just
to prepare
Day 3798, and down.
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I believe I fly
while I feel
hanging in the middle
of going up
and down
Day 3797, I know.
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I follow you
and I know
to nowhere
Day 3796, drop.
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Is this the last drop
of what is left over
or the first drop
of what is coming
only history will tell
Day 3795, I know.
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I know you will open up
but it is easy to give up on you
looking so cold and closed
and majestic
Day 3794, dark soil.
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It grows
unnoticeable
unknowable
inside
from dark soil
it reaches
towards
no future
Day 3793, esprit.
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FriedrichNietzsche
Daybreak
Book V
524 Jealousy of the solitary. – Between sociable and solitary natures there exists this distinction (presupposing they both possess spirit!): the former will be happy, or almost happy with a thing, whatever it may be, from the moment they have found in their spirita communicable and pleasing way of expressing it – this will reconcile them to the Devil himselfl The solitary, however, have their enjoyment or their torment ofa thing in silence, they hate a clever and glittering display of their innermost problems as they hate to see their beloved too carefully dressed: they gaze at her with melancholy eyes, as though becoming prey to the suspicion she wants to appear pleasing to others! This is the jealousy which all solitary thinkers and passionate dreamers feel towards esprit.
Day 3792, grow.
Daily picture
It is so clear
that where I stand
I grow
in the past
Day 3791, in a.
Poetry
We all stand still
looking the same way
in a different direction