Wings up in stillness. On a mudwood sliver of nowhere. Calm waters of the heart and lilies of the eyes. A dragon of flight and a flutter at night. -M

Endless energy

Leather bound upon my hands Leather i used to command Barefoot upon the plank Naked of rank The sails are left torn Cannons now empty Anchors snapped As we drift aimlessly Dark lit by the blazed Of lands

“The road of regret has a lane for everyone one.” -M

“Society collapses as a whole when it can no longer support the collapse of individuals.” -M

“Life is a live recording, no do overs.” -M

“Everyone believing their own lies doesn’t make the world an honest place.” -M

“The soul that becomes a corpse cares not how you handle it.” -M

The tempest of the heart ravages past horizons. The unwinding fabric of fluid colors and pre-dusk darkness. Headwinds resist affection with all manner of course correction to avoid the incoming debris.

“Reality is a corpse wearing a crown of optimism.” -M

“We can not know what darkness added to darkness equals since we know not what darkness consists of.” -M

Bright ideas

“The digital age has brought us an ever expanding access to various forms of input, yet at the same time has equally encroached on ownership. You’ll never own virtual. All the wizardry of science can never

Dreams of true flight

“Long after the flash fires of lust, the interminable embers remain until all becomes ash.” -M

Industrial illusion

Space train curvature

Pain upon lips which have held only tenderness. Burnt eyes which have only held strength amid weakness. Two simple stars in a galaxy swirling with comets. The collisions, the hurt, all in full view of

“You may never travel to the stars but seeing them makes possible the dream.” -M

Consumption before beauty