I stand here carrying what never will be mine you you who I never know you give me power but not for me you don’t even know and not because it disappears in the darkness
Day 2493, mystery.
Daily picture, Poetrypoem
Day 2492, the snow was.
Daily picture, Poetry
The snow was falling in front of a dark background the contrast pronounced the snow was melting on my skin now looking up I enjoyed it even more like you do in those few first seconds the snow came down alone but together they fell landing on a dark soil were only the first
Day 2491, this house.
Daily picture, Poetry
This house was empty empty for a long time the outside leaked through the cracks the doors never used stuck only the dark attic gave me alone to be with myself
Day 2486, just enough.
Daily picture, Poetry
Through the early winter into the long night I survived by the grace of the place I ended hanging by a thread in just enough light for my dying conscious rotten corps the coming spring will never let me bloom again but that is just a fact
Day 2412, cities.
Daily picture, Poetry
The miracle of a lonely street in a busy city
Day 2406, movement.
Drawings from the bottom of the drawer., Poetry
From day today I swing back and forth myself and movement hand in hand the wind in our hair distracts so pleasant but still we don’t know from what Drawing 1998
Day 2392, frozen.
Daily picture, Poetry
My frozen face gets stuck in your mind when you see this picture thinking about what you see you forget that this picture was taken in the blink of an eye maybe it was the start of a smile or the end of it think about your judgments they are also taken in the blink of an eye you never know what the second before could have brought
Day 2388, cutout.
Daily picture, Poetry
The window I sit behind white wall a door I open twice a day one dark window is still I sleep a house in black and white to cutout
Day 2385, eight billion.
Daily picture, Poetry
Have you ever stood still while having the thought that there are eight billion people on this earth with eight billion ways of looking at the same world as you do and live in? Eight billion ways to process all of this information and at least eight billion ways of believing what is processed. Eight billion people that, by design, have to experience themselves as the center of their world. Eight billion people conversating with themselves and finding words to decipher their beliefs. Eight billion people who believe that they are alone in the world but still cling to the hope that there is another that will understand...them. Eight billion people that close their eyes every night, helpless like we all are in our sleep. Eight billion people who are only equal in their silence.
Day 2341, strange.
Daily picture, Poetry
A green door on number four with three locks three door bells four nameplates and one mailbox
Day 2287, resentment.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My façade might look dirty to you
my thoughts inside to dark
~
but you holy man
with your mowed lawns and trimmed thoughts
a fifth column of tyrants disguised
~
you might find the likes of mine
everywhere and detest
pouring your world of petty resentment
into our rejection
~
you might seem to win
for now
and await the return of the heimat
and 1933
but the young of mind will more than ever
forget your past
you
and deny all of us your hateful gods
~
progress is not just a word
an act
or a wish
it’s something that happens
rolling downhill to a better place
Day 2246, besides.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I feel safe with you
though I can’t see as far
as when alone
besides you
Day 2245, from dust.
Day's pictures, Poetry
You can blow a lot of air
or take it all in
~
either way
this way
make sure you never choke
on the never settling dust
Day 2213, scales in my mind.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Today it was cold outside for some
and to warm for others
~
funny how these numbers
these scales
gradations
divisions
mean anything
besides the empty numbers
conventions
agreements
Day 2203, live in.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Clouds can be so impressive
even if it is the last one you ever live in
Day 2202, unfold.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I thought it was a throw away day
but then I unfolded it
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