Life, thinly spread out in the valleys of white mountains and dark soil.
The loneliness here is in its nature close when the silence takes you.
And the cold coming from the mountains gives you a harsh calm.
Nochrisis
Poetry
Day 1081, cat and mouse.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A cat, goes around
a corner in the house.
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A mouse, turns around
a corner in the house.
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Both, they stand still
waiting, for the chase.
Nochrisis
Day 1080, for all the woman.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The dark flower.
All of life’s forces used.
Towering over
looked down on
alone
Nochrisis
Nina Simone, I wish I knew how it would feel to be free
Day 1078, innocent.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A heritage sunken in darkened clouds
grabs my roots to anchor me underneath
to never see the sky innocent
Nochrisis
Day 1077, fear.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Begging to a wall, cornered
a mighty force, storms in my world
past on anger still spills, from its wounds
Nochrisis
Day 1076, water colors.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A big table with thousands of beautiful colors
where time slows down, stands still and looks at you
at the fantasy that forms by a vibrant mind
Nochrisis
Day 1075, 1976.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My thoughts from when I was four
to get the paint on my hands
and never get it off
Nochrisis
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.
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