When I close my eyes
being
in the middle of my house
we
detach
there is no world
only silence
and abyss
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Day’s pictures
Day 1143, my shovel.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Behind the white door
grey walls
I sit and live
and see the world
where the rod
is wielded
obeyed
and people forget
we all should
just play
build sandcastles
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Day 1142, sometimes.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In the corner
of where I live
the curtains open
regularly
to let in
the light
and
sometimes
the sun
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Day 1141, of our time.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Three hinges
hold the door
of our time
here
in place
~
from standing still
you take a step
from an empty mind
you get a thought
from nothing
you see beauty
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Day 1140, symmetry.
Day's pictures, Poetry
If you stand
at the right place
in front of
differences
you might see
symmetry
as substitute
for
equality
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Day 1139, stain.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It’s just a small window I see trough
when I relief myself
of what’s left
the unwanted
just don’t look to long
it might stain you
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Day 1138, be revealed.
Day's pictures, Poetry
After many years
a forgotten inside
stored in darkness
will be revealed
as memory
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Day 1137, missing lines.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A part of it
leaves it open
to draw lines
where they miss
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Day 1136, monotone minds.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A door
to the other side
where the world
goes on
is
sometimes
hard to find
in monotone
minds
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Day 1135, angle.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It depends on what
angle you look
up to the sky
wondering
in circles
looking
for the smoke
hiding
or pointing the way
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Day 1134, counting down.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In storage
are my thoughts of you
in boxes
the pictures I took
in a corner
the time we had
still counting down
from the day we met
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Day 1133, let you in.
Day's pictures, Poetry
To let you in
my door
hinges on
an old structure
forgotten
old paint
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Day 1132, what!
Day's pictures, Poetry
I tell you
I like to
I don’t know
What do you think?
Should I?
~
What!
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Day 1131, a vast landscape.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I open the door
and lead you to my window
to show you from the inside
what I see outside
~
a vast landscape
shallow waters
deep swamps
a sunset
~
the shortening shadows
snakes hiding place
and lions roam
on the baron ground
~
and men, still marches
in goose step
blindly, to obey
it’s inner ape
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Day 1130, my ladder.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A climb, up my ladder
a nice view
a ride
afterwards
not sure
where
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Day 1129, friend on a bridge.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The bridge
crossed your mind
on your way
~
on good day’s
~
looking down
from the bridge
at the city
at the roofs
the houses
that hide
you are sure
have problems you lived
are covered
not seen
have no door
~
the bridge
is now
has become
today
for you
are down
no longer
for crossing
to overcome
~
you
~
you just want
~
to be
~
brave
one more time
~
close a door
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