Day 1652, a deep sea. Day's pictures, Poetry I worked hard on this vessel ~ it is still floating adrift with the current ~ towards the sunset away from its rise ~ a deeper sea is what I feel
Day 1651, my shore. Day's pictures, Poetry I have many memories that I stranded on the islands before my coast ~ and when the moon and the winds play together their game ~ I remember what washes on my shore
Day 1650, driving. Day's pictures, Poetry The clouds and mountains move slowly ~ and the water reflects my mind ~ before the next turn I stop to take a picture and save this moment for you
Day 1649, a 1000 choices. Day's pictures, Poetry Breaking point or not ~ that is the question Continue reading →
Day 1647, disbelieve. Day's pictures, Poetry By now you can say we stare at it ~ in disbelieve ~ one of those stares where you forget what it is to see
Day 1646, uproar. Day's pictures, Poetry With all that swelling internal noise I get the impression that something is gonna change soon ~ says the day dreamer ~ for the people that dream at night ~ the noise is there always by day
Day 1645, green grass. Day's pictures, Poetry You know how you can tell that we as humans have no clue what this world is all about ~ we often follow like sheep 3 or 4 shepherds that know how to walk upright and command ~ it probably takes an other 10000 years before we all can think and graze for ourselves
Day 1644, hindsight. Day's pictures, Poetry Some people see a new future ahead ~ with an obvious dead end in sight ~ as if your future is no more than your past in hindsight
Day 1643, a lot. Day's pictures, Poetry It just comes all towards me when I think of it ~ when I open my eyes and see it all in front of me ~ I just need to focus on a cubic inch of matter at a time ~ and then at the end it lays all clear in parts in front of me
Day 1642, leave it open. Day's pictures, Poetry A closed book may have taught you a thing or two ~ but it will not do that again
Day 1641, wondering. Day's pictures, Poetry We can leave our conscience ~ when we are naked and all alone ~ wondering in our minds inner prairie ~ in search for a place to shelter and re mi nisce our path
Day 1638, clown. Day's pictures, Poetry They say some clowns clown because they touch sadness with one hand ~ while you only feel it ~ but some clowns clown without knowing that there is sadness
Day 1637, art of the struggle. Books, Poetry O dear leader let us all look at you in one direction ~ give us play while we despair in despise ~ and make us shout THE WORLD IS NOT BURNING IT’S JUST ON FIRE