Its just
the shadows and light
that play
with my mind
~
there is a solid floor
I know that
~
but still
~
life
Day 1593, still live.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It just stood still
for a second
~
and I wondered
what is going on here
~
and then
it moved again
Day 1592, behind it.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Art
hanging on a wall
~
hiding behind its nakedness
its multitude
are clouds
moved by a current
that sometimes reveals
a ray of light
~
a fleeting inspiration
at times
bottled for a lifetime
Day 1591, happy.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In the fourth doorway
is saw you standing
~
I don’t know why
I kept opening
~
but also
stayed behind
~
from this distance
I can’t see
the age
in your eyes
~
and you know
that makes me happy
Day 1590, I wonder.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I live above
and below you
~
I hear footsteps
and your music
~
I hear your door
and a toilet
~
I see someone
in the lift
~
and I wonder
if you wonder
Day 1589, surface.
Day's pictures, Poetry
He saw this shiny new surface
to land on and rest for a while
~
not wondering why he alone
eagerly set his foot willingly down
~
and there in his mind he got stuck in the new
that never lets go but the shine of its surface
Day 1588, the end.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The final burdens
~
tripping
over old memories
~
forgotten fears
in the middle
of the night
~
the end of an era
~
at the beginning
Day 1587, stare.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Why do you stare at me
what’s going on in your mind
~
why don’t you want me
to have a look at you
Day 1586, protection.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Looking back
at all the misshapen
building blocks
stacked together
to form this wall
~
it all seems to fit
effortlessly
but I still remember
standing down there
between all the broken pieces
of the walls
left
by my forefathers
Day 1585, barriers.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I stumbled upon
this wall last week
~
it is solid
but also made
out of many
small facets
stacked
together
~
it doesn’t really matter
it is still
standing
in my way
Day 1584, when.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Every night
when you close your eyes
and wait for the moment
that never comes
~
and when you are there
you are also gone
for a few hours
or forever
~
one example
that death will come
and always
at the end of your life
~
remember that
Day 1583, view point.
Day's pictures, Poetry
If you react
to every view point
forming
in front of you
~
you might think
you drown
while standing on land
Day 1582, line.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My line of sight is tied down
for the forces that push on it
are relentless
~
I hope one day
I can release it
and let the horizon fill
with the breath I kept
and pull on me
Day 1581, straight through.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I am looking
through a window
inside of you
from where the outside
is faded
~
but I only
see straight through you
and see the tears
on your eyes
from the inside
Day 1580, concrete.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A massive
concrete structure
is hanging over me
~
it woke me up
in my dream
~
its weight
is keeping me
pressed
in bed
Day 1579, twilight.
Day's pictures, Poetry
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