My thoughts from when I was four
to get the paint on my hands
and never get it off
Nochrisis
Poetry
Day 1074, I look.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Through a peephole I look
afraid, and see a dark forest.
The door won’t open.
Nochrisis
Day 1073, twice.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I look in two mirrors and see two halves twice of myself.
I recognize both from past mirrored reflections.
I don’t know what I would know about them without them.
Nochrisis
Day 1072, still water.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Sudden strong wind coming from the other shore form ripples on still water.
The sun has reached its highest point and is descending scattered in reflecting water.
From the bright light of midday, through the long shadows, it ends in dark red reflection on calmed water.
Nochrisis
Day 1071, unanswered question.
Day's pictures, Poetry
At night, dark moods like figures wake
to pull me in, it’s silent, I fall, overcome.
Reality dances, holds close my delirium, makes me feel the chorus.
My eyes open and close to fall and wake together engulfing.
The pull overwhelms, getting stronger, the darkness dark.
My eyes open, awake, an echo drags shadows, my being afraid.
What is it that just haunted? Asks my wakening mind.
An abstract creation or a representation of nothing…ness?
Nochrisis
Day 1070, lifeless structures.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Abandoned, lifeless structures
strewn around with idle hope
weathered and quiet, half overgrown
forgotten at the end
together with the dust and silent life’s
Nochrisis
Day 1069, once upon a time.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When there was nothing, not even time.
Two dimensions touched, caught in each other’s eye.
A first quantity quivered, and time waved out
pulling with it all that would exist.
Nochrisis
Day 1068, Symmetry.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Symmetry in attention and intent.
Symmetry in movement and intent.
The curse of dualism’s delusion
Is our dance not guided by the rhythm?
Is life not a drift with a rudderless helm?
Nochrisis
Day 1067, reflection.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The mirror points in two directions.
It reflects me, my outside a stranger to me.
It lets me reflect, what I, think I see.
So, what is reflected?
Am I my own imitation?
Nochrisis
Day 1066, sick world.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It’s burning outside, in my world.
It’s the hate you see, in my world.
The absence of mirrors, reflection.
The believe in a father, party, or lord.
A promise that steels, seduces your conscience.
Reduces the other, your neighbor, to foe.
“They have to be wrong why else do they question”.
Your right is not standing well on its own.
It’s saddens to know that people still hate.
And have not learned from the mistakes that are made.
It’s burning outside, in the world that I see.
It’s the hate you see, in the world that I see.
Nochrisis
Day 1065, silicon stone.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We opened our eyes one morning and looked down on nature.
A first tool we gathered, the stone to break, a hand we guided.
We looked up, that evening, at millions of stars to wonder.
We became our own master, ruler of the world.
We now can fly, go faster and destroy it all.
Have the knowledge, ever imagined, in our hands,
to give that back, one morning, to a silicon stone.
The stone that breaks
And frees us all.
Nochrisis
Day 1064, drain.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A compressed mood.
A smile, it goes well, meanwhile
drained, by life, it almost spills, over the edge
it tries to spoil, like a faint memory, a faraway drip
It’s there but not, I will feel fine
I am fine, the burden drains.
Day 1063, a wall.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Change, a white wall, with a door.
A sign, something written, a mark
deteriorated, for ages, illegible.
A warning, description, a guide?
Will you do, a next step, be afraid?
Not knowing, immobilized,
or unabashed, and open, forget.
Are you afraid of the unknown
or afraid of standing still?
Nochrisis
Day 1062, wonderland.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We clear the atmosphere
and set course to other worlds
our long sleep last ages
but for us, it’s just one dream
from our bridge, we see the new world
when we wake up from our sleep
It’s blue from up here
when closer, land does appear
we set down and wander out
just the two of us
all alone in this new land with an apple tree
Nochrisis
Day 1061, event horizon.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Two worlds recede
the vacuum feeds
pulls two masses
back into
the event
horizon
Nochrisis
Day 1060, entrance.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The entrance is hard to find
between the overgrowth
of the forest we walk through
and entered all these years ago
Nochrisis
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