Journey

Myself and Remy walk the unlit trails of silent suburia. Forces without form, both dangerous and delightful ignore us as we venture into the darkness.

Winds of the night cascading through brush and branches discharge the sounds of serenity. Ominous and awesome spirits, both ancient and modern seize the imagination. Absolute awareness, uncertain about everything.   Mark Schurr

Halos Of Hallucination

Enlightened minds, happy hearts and kind souls entrapped amidst the masses and political jack asses.

Faded hope dissipates into the uncharted dimensions of delight and danger, other realms only known to the dead, the other side of life becomes more intriguing then scary.

Dreamers drink from the savy goblets of the gods and dine on the exquisite lands of paradise.
Mark Schurr
Photo; Schurr Shot in fall, 2017 on River Road, near Bodega Bay, Calif...

Write Handed XIII

The mind wonders in the canyons of chaos, confusion and creativity. Intangible love and boughten lust twist the perception of joy and purpose. Permanently weaved into the fabric of logic and lunacy. Mark Schurr

Picture:

Schurr Shot, Lake Sonoma, Summer 2012 via Sony Cyber-shot camera with 16.1 mega pixel  10x optical zoom camera.

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