
Author: Christiaan van Gaal
Day 720, don’t look.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I look in a window at a window.
I see myself reflecting on it.
As a bright light mis informed.
Reality framed contained shattered.
Day 719, no way out.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The worn-out road going home.
Where dark clouds gather above.
Drifting slowly in opposite way’s.
Pulling me in and pouring me out.
Day 718, going down.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A warm glow is leaving me cold.
My shadow collapses in me.
Dark soil is taking me over.
The night is there with my silence
Day 717, frame.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Are we painting our lives?
Or the frame that cuts off.
Do we choose our colors?
Or the brush that we use.
Day 716, separate.
Day's pictures, Poetry
You fade away, I turn away.
Who you are, I don’t know.
My time will blur, you are out.
I stay here, looking away.
Day 715, Doubt.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Do I stay, or do I go?
Nervous look in my stance.
It’s my choice or the worlds?
Fly away or be the soil.
Day 714, Drawing a line.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My line is clear where I draw on.
My old strokes washed away.
The truth the mark to stand on.
Till the sharpness fades away.
Day 713, Fading out.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The winter cold colorblind
The white tries to fade
The strong are vibrant who’s
Are standing out and stay
Day 712, In search for.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Sometimes I narrow.
The eyes see parts.
Unsharp falls
Thoughts do fade.
A light reflects.
Facets.
Day 711, Goodbye.
Day's pictures, Poetry
There you lay in nowhere land.
Between the sand and memories.
A stone to mark the time for now.
And in a stare, we’ll meet again.
Day 710, Leaving in Hades.
Day's pictures, Human all too human
Friedrich Nietzsche
Human all too human
374.
Leaving in Hades.—We must leave many things in the Hades of half-conscious feeling, and not try to release them from their shadow-existence, or else they will become, as thoughts and words, our demoniacal tyrants, with cruel lust after our blood.
Day 709, Avengers go to church.
Day's pictures, Religion
There is one little church in the place where I live, it is not so far from where I live in the countryside. There was another one in the main town but that one was vandalized by some kids a couple of years ago and they demolished it because it was a hazard, little late you might say. This particular church is not so special, but they are always interesting, like a tv from the fifties, they look cool but only old people use them. But churches are often interesting structures, they stand out from the ordinary buildings and remind us that with some cooperation we humans can build some nice things together. I grew up without religion, I can’t remember anyone was religious in my mothers and fathers family. At school we learned about Jesus but also about Thor and Wodan and I still remember those stories, I loved them. There are enough religious people in Holland but it’s not something you specifically mention when you are one of them and most religious people are pretty liberal with the rules they supposed to follow. Because of this religion is not important to me in my personal life, as an object of study I find it highly interesting because for me Jesus is as real as Thor and with that in mind it is quiet amusing how serious people take there believes. Could be nice if Jesus was one of the Avengers, heling people left and right and as a special power: making wine out of water… no, that’s kind of lame…guess Jesus is not as cool as the other Gods.
Day 708, Mist in your mind.
Day's pictures, Our mind
The horizon, your future, is often clad in mist, is what people often say. I disagree, if I look to the future with my minds eye I don’t see a fog, a grayish wall of nothing, I see outlines extending from the present. I see some general direction and contours of what might be. I know off course that around the corner the road might turn another way, but I see a future and not a grey wall of doubt that leads you blindly to anxiety. The future might seem tough and overwhelming every now and then but remember, you wouldn’t have arrived at this point from the past if that road was impassible. Air out your brain, let the grey mist be blown away so you can see the outlines of your life and future, the things that matter and the facts you must obey. Life might not always seem fair but that’s just a misunderstanding, life does not know what is fair or unfair, those are just concepts we invented and why there is religion and faith. Life is just there and it is what we live with a few things we know and a lot that we don’t.
Day 707, Hurry up.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The moon almost full on the way to a perfect one day effect of expectation by a proud walk and sharpened sight what the pull of the moon does to our imagination, it’s a new future a mark to close the past to try again repeat and again the full moon will come soon so finish now to start again.
Day 706, And dissolve into nothing but all…
Day's pictures, Poetry