There are days…
There are days… The skies crack open, to reveal a faint path to heaven. Or… The earth belches…
There are days… The skies crack open, to reveal a faint path to heaven. Or… The earth belches…
This is the ending of my recently written story, “The Beauty of the Stars”. I wrote the story…
Look at me, smiling seemingly having it all. Look at me, smiling standing upright and tall. Look at…
Into the dark shadows, into the mist we must go. What awaits if we dare, what awaits us…
Your love, like a sparkling diamond shooting across the dark blue curtain of night; it shattered the darkness…
swirling through the forever blue leaden wings won’t do earth bound to a muddled view ~Mark Schutter ©2015
Triggers; like fires dancing flames, burning a hole in the black. Leaves behind painful scars, forever seared in…
just messing around dreams in graphite on paper just sketching horses begins white on black dreaming colors not…
We all need some form of therapy (or call it escape if you like) from the craziness of…
Why do we love Love is so strange Love can be addictive What makes love real Is love…