Day 85

Maybe we can see the sea

Burning on water in the land

Hot sand foiling the evil plans

Darkness creeping over the horizon

A light breeze through you

As multi color twilight

Leaves light in its path.

Day 84

Fun picture I took of a resident, blooming tree. I shall call it "Webs of Flowers"

Day 83

Silent day

Heard on four fronts

As energy floes through

Pulsating veins and capillaries

Feeding lies and darkness.

Day 82

Wrong time at the wrong day

Cars zooming by

Unknown barrier blocking progress

Still not ready to give in to the inevitable

No process covered

Still not ready.

Day 81

A used machine

As daylight spreads

Waning wings of night

It sits with in its corner

All fault landing to it

Less then it self

A simple scapegoat

Yearning to do what's right

Never ready

Never ready.

Day 80

Hopping foe

In the toe

Towards the world

The dogs await

For the day

Of the bait.

Day 79

Burning light
Keeping the fight
Through its blinding night
Terrifying darkness
Knows no bounds
On its winding
And dark road.

Day 78

Collapsing clouds
Over the drifting sea
Finding the wond'ring ocean
Secret home.

Day 77

Falling waves

Cresting on a sea shore

Golden sun

Rising from the darkness

A secret

Unknown stays away from the ocean's pull.

Day 76

The sense of knowing

Rising in the air

Shadows of buildings

Block the sun

A mixed blessing

Only those who can

Travel through the wind

Or fly at night.

Day 75

Those who crash in wake

Believing they to be Gods

Not understanding the being of mortal man

Will never fly-

Like a God.

Day 74

Rising sun

Destroying all expectations

For better in the sunny day

Do they rise further

For awakening the next day.

Day 73

Sunny burst of freedom

Giving way to a darkened

More grim day

Waiting on the horizon

For nothing to stop it.

Day 72

Weeping lines of faces

Crossing through an ordinary jungle

Concrete falling from the sky

As the sky rises

Glory once more.

Day 71

Fighting the silence

Through more silence

Something that can't be understood

In any method

For silence must be fought

With the noise of truth and justice.

Day 70

Wandering smiter

In the circular motion

We are unable to travel

For the linear way

Is the only way.

Day 69

Give me your challenge

Your rat trap

Is mine to be amused

As the hippo eats

The fool smells the meal

And is trapped

By dirt promises

And fake lies.

Day 68

Soft rain pouring on

Soft ground soaking

In the tears of angel

Faces glowing with vibrancy

Sadness growing in the abyss

Of a heart.

Day 67

Man: Hello, I'm Heinrich Von Evil and don't worry I'm not evil but this product is. The Electro Humanitarian Mind Machine- or EHMM for short- is a cheap and easy way to take over the world! It works by transmitting a signal through hundreds of miles of forest in this conveniently hidden location, shown here, where the antennae is disguised as a duffel bag. And to prove this idea is good here are a few testimonies:

Man1: I used the EHMM last week and it convinced the girl I love to marry me-and drop the restraining order.

Man 2:I used it to get a sandwich.

Man 3: I used it to get another EHMM

Man 4+5 (at same time): We're from the government and we used it in our research on potato sauce.

Heinrich: That's right you heard it here, from this German guy with out a German accent and who isn't obviously evil from the name: The EHMM does work. Still not convinced, well maybe our prices will convince you!

VO: That's right, you can have your own EHMM for only 3 easy payments of $567.96 + shipping and handling. I repeat, 3 easy payments of $567.96 + shipping and handling! It's a deal that can't be beat! Buy now while supplies last!

Day 66

Tired disillusionment

Falling in the edge of shadows

A clear light shining through

As action to be taken

Is action that is taken.

Day 65

My oh my,

What have we become?

I've lost all sense of hope

For us.

My oh my,

We've become monsters

Of materialism

Of greed

And of pride.

My oh my,

What have we become?

Day 64

The beginning of the end creeps

As the smell of the epilogue burns my nose

All good things once seen

Closing for many

One year more for me.

Day 63

Restful peace

Converging upon the soul

The mind and body correspond

To the rest.

Day 62

Creeping strangeness

And ascending flames

Warming through the night

9 characters or less

Protecting the wanderer

In divine nature

For an hour.

Day 61

A new hole

In the unending fold

The mole

Knows his hold

Till the sun is setting.

Day 60

Folding lights

In a serene land

Of hustle and bustle

Editors abound

As producers see what they made

As reality

Dreams are wild.

Day 59

A creeping boredom

From the light of day

no one knows what remains

except the remains

The fragments of what were

In a shattered memory

Of creeping boredom.

Day 58

Unending sadness

As the reality closes

Uncertainty to the future

All end in sight

Nothing is sure

Anymore.

Day 57

Striking applause as

Curtains rise and close

Points are made through the light

Forever and nothing

Both at once.

Day 56

Rising hunger

Growing in the darkness

Obscurity of knowledge

Creeping through the darkness

The abyss of your mind

Sneaking in the light

Of day and night

Shadows of our hearts

Unified in darkness

Towards nothing they march

When will they stop

The ill fated quest?