Mellow Demons, Harbingers Of Knowledge

Mortal demons and other creatures that scurry in the sleeping suburban night, like myself enjoy the tame winter blackness along the slow creek waters. The creative winds winds of nature quench my souls thirst for creativity and imagination. Void words still salute my sanity as I fade into the chilly night.                                                                                                                                    
                                                                   Izzy Schurr, aka, Mark Schurr

Bodies of Mythology

Seeking souls soaring in rapid eyes paralyzed sleep. The questions of creation and currents of creativity flowing amid my thoughts. The holy luster of many Hindu God's and Goddesses lubricate my senses with their sap of conciseness. Embrace the potency of the cosmos and learn to laugh again.                                                                                                                                          Izzy Schurr

Vivid Dreams

You wake up in a deserted town, curious as to why no one is around, you look up to see a giant child, you've just become their brand new action figure. Your in the vortex of the Twilight Zone, the fifth dimension, a world of its own, where rapid eye dreams may be real. Fantasy and fact are the same, come explore your dreams creations, enter this world of imagination.
 
                                                                                                       Izzy Schurr Neil Peart Rod Serling

Just Be

Objects are now lighter, and my cloths have gotten bigger. Today, myself and my imagination run rampant. Popular music and politics are horrible, yet it's time to put may innocuous rage to sleep and dive into the day like birds of prey.

Smiles In Time

Hungry wolfs amidst the creek beds allowed me to walk the dark paths of sleeping suburbia. Father wolf stared into my emotionless eyes as I passed the small herd of wonderful beasts.

Angry demons obeyed the wolfs as I walked on. The slow stream silenced my footsteps as the clouds covered the moon. Dwelling in the darkness, I felt good as I a freed butterfly caught in a spiders web, its wings whipped the side of my face as it flew away into the night. Tonight my soul can sleep peacefully while my heart merges with time.

Dive Into The Night

Liquid night bombards my brain with chaotic waves of coherent confusion. An infinite imagination locked in the guilded cages of mass mayhem which is the norm for everyone but myself. I embrace the darkness and revel in the silence of the shadows, humor and music is all there is.