The Mocking Ore

Streaking stripes arrest my gaze. They lie stagnant; motionless; silent. Bleached blocks fill their chasms with void space. Tall walls of brick build boundaries to contain the great nothing. Triplet tunnels table-torn mine relief from The Mocking Ore. “Fill me. Fight me! Leave me or line me. Stain me. Sign me. Flee me or find thee!” -this is the tone that…

>Mind Chase

My mind is racing. My mind I’m chasing. Through the past, around the future… Jumping over painful thoughts, Running wildly amidst fantasy, Swimming through a sea of dreams, My mind is racing, My mind’s escaping. I’m falling behind, I’m losing sight. I’m running, I’m pushing with all my might! My mind is racing. My mind’s…