Eternal Questions

Etched in stone and inked from the quills of the ancients, the words and actions of the gods, fact or fantasy were documented. The eternal rewards of heaven or the infinite damnation of hell was promised.

Mortals ignited the holy wars, killing in the name of their gods. Needless bloodshed and countless deaths in the name of vanity, indecency and ignorance continues to fuel fascinating tales which churn the imagination.

The unseen almighty, worshipers bow and kill for a non existent, dead or a creator that abandoned us thousands of years ago.

Thou shall not kill: (Exodus; 20; 13.)

...Kill every male among the little ones, and kill every woman...(God commanding Moses: Numbers 31;17)   Mark Schurr

Limited Laughter

Far too often gracious greetings are met with emotionless glances, or even harsh glares. It's trendy to be unfriendly. Obeying the trends in the presence of the masses. Joyless displays of all emotions in the void ruins of society. Limited laughter echo's in the few forests of trust and joy. 
Mark Schurr

Mortal Mayhem

White or black wings embedded on the backs of humanistic beings soaring unseen to mortals throughout the harmonious and hateful horizons of Earth and beyond.

Deity's don't judge, they simply mirror the final results of mortality. A long dirt nap, or ashed in the urns of time? Upon death, do our spiritual hearts and minds continue beating and thinking in the endless abyss of cold liquid black? Are some souls sent to scream in the furnaces of fury forever? Perhaps there are sensational souls that become breeding lovers and fabulous fools living on in the lush lands of permanent serenity, abundant with creativity.

Slumbered dreams, nightmares and awakened fantasies create coherency and confusion among the living.   Mark Schurr

Delicious Death

Schurr Shot photo, summer in Santa Rosa

Fascinating words, rhymes and stories, sweet angle of death, send my soul away, far from this world of lunatic lust, bills, poisonous power and dominant wealth.

Tangible infinite supplies of books filling my mind with wonder and delicious discoveries, always reading and joyful. Weaved into the seeds of time fearing nothing.   Mark Schurr 

Transparent Reaper

Schurr Shot picture of the sun using pop color mode

Transparent reaper gathers souls, sends some to scream in the pits of eternal dismay and torture. Disembodied others are sent to an infinite oasis of love and laughter, complete with purity and positive passion. Angels of death summon deeds of despair and ones of sheer delight.

I once meet eye to eye with a doctor of death, for reasons unknown to myself, I'm still entrap on Earth. All I remember about the reaper was the vividly intriguing question marks centered in the black of its eyes.  Mark Schurr

Sex Crimes

The arena's of atrocity are filled with celebrity and political predators. Deviant and criminal sexuality reign amidst popularity and power. The symbolic white pillars of pillage reside in the ruins of ancient Greece and Rome. These pillars also represent corruption and chaos in the White House. Pedophiles and rapist run rampant amidst the senate. Dead actions of justice and peace showcase the piousness powers of politics.
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Fear & Hope

Transparent reaper stared into my eyes, he looked neither menacing nor comforting and his cloak had a huge question mark on it. We were standing on a mountain top, and the reaper pointed down to the residue of a blood laden teen aged battle field. All the grass and dirt was riddled with the color red. Exploded blood and guts hung off the bushes and tree branches. Dismembered survivors of some political war where screaming in agony which was piercing to the ears.

The Reaper then pointed me in the opposite direction where soldiers were laughing in lush green grass, and multicolored foliage that was highlighted by clear watered streams and magnificent water falls. Instead of shooting at each other, soldiers on both sides used their weapons to shoot empty cans and bottles of various beverages. No one was dead or wounded, and laughter echoed in the valleys of Valhalla.
                                                                                      Mark Schurr