Day 1646, uproar.
Day's pictures, PoetryDay’s pictures
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 1640, a new day.
Day's pictures, Poetry
On day
we fall
awake
~
and see
a different world
Day 1639, under standing.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Do people actually read
and inhale
~
or just
inhale
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 1636, painful.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I don’t know why
I have to carry
this extra weight
~
my belt is useless now
except
for smacking you
in the face
mirror man
Day 1635, bite.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I have a collection
of tiny teeth
that all have
at one day
chewed on me
~
I picked them up
when I look down
~
I see no marks
but I think
they are on my back
because there it is
where it hurts
Day 1634, tiny.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It crawled into me
between my grey
and my hat
~
a tiny thought
that I quickly
flicked away
Day 1633, junkyard.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Even my name
tagged on to me
is wearing of
~
maybe
it’s better that way
Day 1632, your face.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It looks
like I see
your face again
in everything
~
maybe
you disappear
when I open
the door
for a while
~
so you know
you can come in
Day 1631, turn.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I see
in front of me
a wall
and a ledge
but I can’t
reach it
~
I guess
you can see
a better future
from up there
~
I wonder
why I still
stare
at this grey
wall
Day 1630, judge me.
Day's pictures, Poetry
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