
Day 762, canvas.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Nature colors like a painting
brush strokes lifted from a rich pallet
applied with a refined certainty.
Day 761, tiny nature.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The unseen world we walk
a scenery seen with the squinted eye
the beauty of unobserved nature.
Day 760, winter flower.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A winters wear and time
table with a flower in the sun
colorful demise in hibernated time.
Day 759, forest.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A morning walk in mist
the forest with a path to it
a road to hidden places.
Day 758, rivers.
Day's pictures, pictures
Winter silence is slowly waning
the frozen earth sheds of its darkness
and rivers can flow again.
Day 757, fade to white.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My thoughts are fading now
slowly disappearing from my time and silence
the world around me goes.
Day 756, shadow.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Light moves and reflects blinding
for us it slices through the darkness
trailing a shadow our soil.
Day 755, illusions.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Amphibian synapses color the mind
the world depicted deceptive encrypted projected inside
translating your feelings for now.
Day 754, paint it.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Being a brushstroke and shade’s
deep color’s pressures sudden turns fading out
our hunger the blank canvas.
Day 753, tight.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The ground embraces me tight
I see where to go but can’t
the ground embraces me tight.
New life
Society
The grownups of this world decided to go to war again, people still hate each other and don’t understand that we only have this life, and that we shouldn’t discard it so easily. The people in power are as ignorant as we all are the only difference is that they are in power. The air of knowledge and certainty hanging around them is a mirage originating from our own mind. What can we do? Not much. I read books to learn and think about it, write about it. But that’s about it, or not? Walking outside you don’t realize that the human world is a rotten place, it’s quite nice and the little lambs are walking around already, would the warmonger feel something when they see something like this? Natures clock is just ticking on regardless it’s children that don’t see its beauty.
Day 752, head on.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Sailing into the icy waters
were Damascus adrift dragging a bear underwater
but the orchestra plays on.
Day 751, the road.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Persevere alone against piercing wind
balancing the narrow road indifferent nature shows
willing enforced each forward step.
Day 750, guilt.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The magistrate looks at your
guilt has no refuge from his gaze
into your reflection and know.
Day 749, coming soon.
Day's pictures, Poetry