A
measuring instrument
for
your mood
so you don’t
have to
wander
Nochrisis
poem
Day 1169, drift away.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Random
movements
seeing my thoughts
while I
look at the clouds
lying
on my back
we
drift away
close my eyes
Nochrisis
Day 1168, politics.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My head hurts
from
fumes from the sewer
from decaying heads
stuck in polished mire
spewing their gaseous hate
from
politics of the cynical, the haters
believers in another life than this.
Nochrisis
Day 1167, stones.
Poetry
I stretch out
my toe
as not to disturb
the other
stepping stones
Nochrisis
Day 1166, this ledge.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A dead end
future
echoing chores
endless at the end
you are
inside
still
a flying spirit
that should jump
away
from this ledge
viewpoint
and hope
you have wings
and ground
to land
Nochrisis
Day 1165, our shadows.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Our life
together
moves
on different waves
still
we are
in the same sea
and
our shadows
meet
when we stand
under
a full moon
on
the beach
Nochrisis
Day 1164, overdue.
Day's pictures, Poetry
An old fire
feeding
still
on long forgotten
dreams
will never
be quelled
by overdue
reasoning
Nochrisis
Day 1163, reaching.
Day's pictures, Poetry
With no regards
for the world around
this little shoot
goes reaching
for the sun
in the shadows
of the past
this mighty structure
that gives
and takes
Nochrisis
Day 1162, destiny.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Holding on
like a nail
bend by its master
the hammer
time
forced
into
destiny
Nochrisis
Day 1161, do you.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The memo
with the rules
I think
It
was hanging here
Have you seen it?
Do you
my friend
know how to live?
Nochrisis
Day 1160, luxury.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The luxury of pain
In my world
with
so little
problems
Nochrisis
Day 1159, after.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I don’t know
now I am opening
what the sun
after I sow
is going to bring
Nochrisis
Day 1158, closed.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The strangers
like we are
outside
locked gates
refugees
like we where
once
Nochrisis
Day 1157, just fly.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A still live
where the birds
just fly
the waves
never brake
and the music
is gone
Nochrisis
Day 1156, I assume.
Day's pictures, Poetry
There are
I assume
In our past
some where
good ideas
we collected
that are now
I presume
overlooked
thus forgotten
Nochrisis
Day 1155, tied.
Day's pictures, Poetry
At the end
of the line
we
are all
tied
together
Nochrisis
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