Save the books the end

Save the books the end

After about 20 years of living amongst them, with them, we realized that they were just playing with us. They were long-lived as were their thesis. And so we engaged in what would be a century long experiment. We had all their tech and plenty of resources. Add to that...

Save the books pt. 10

Save the books pt. 10

Z Then the door opened. There was an actual green lit pathway directing us straight towards it.We decided to send the heads of our strongest groups, I was to lead them, yay. We walked calmly as we could not know if we were friends or meat, they chose the...

A member of the Morley fools and salt air sucks

The drive

Dawn approaches, trickles of pink, mix with grey dawn, In the east, Ice fog obscures, hoarfrost coated trees, shimmering in silver, sunrise clear and cold, a crisp blue sky, shattered by wind, and patterned in cloud, to turn away, from pervasive fiends, you cannot win...

Beauty

Of course one of the first things I did when I moved to the Western Michigan shore, was run the Udisc app and look for courses.

Gaze

Sunlight gives way to wind, And Darkness stars, Ladders to somewhere, Unknown, The drift removes clarity, And furthers doubt of oneself, Confidence and cheer are the bread and butter, Of civilised Men, never forget the evil dwellers, In caves of power, Ever looking...

Blue and Green

Blue and Green, Riverine dreams, And thoughts I cannot forget, the drugs I do don’t help, Realities escape is fine,  But the end can't be pleasant, Sand shifts underfoot and the current is strong, Things flow away, Like petals in a stream, What is left behind, And...

Traveling the Universe with nothing to do

Traveling the Universe with nothing to do, Cigarettes, coffee, and alcohol too, I land on a planet with nothing at all, And venture onward, Lately I found a Cyborg, Name of Agile, And quote him, admire and take up his style, His words gave us meaning,  but now that...

What We Realize, a prose

So called oblong shapes that travel skies, aren’t what we realize , are shaped toward our leaning eyes, alone, hovered, touching the Sky, We float into the blinding Sun, that we can never return from,  Horizons glimmer in a distance field, in shapes not pondered, til...