Michael Max

Mio Bio, from my blog, 'The Edge' > myarchn.com

I start in dull conventions core, restless, but accepting the relentless drum of dogma, its dusty iron box sealed frozen by orthodoxies ruling hand whose dusty locks and levers horde labors fruits and silken suits make threadbare plans with monopoly moves and magic math, in fancy flight through walls of power hidden from the footprint path of human toil, in ivory towers removing soil from worthy work, instead to bid and bet and barter for paper gains forget the charter, no rights but ours we're so much smarter, we get first and fast and always, stocking endless marble hallways in towering shrine to all thats mine, displays our power and privileged place, proves to all we've won the race...and what's leftover trickles down...
And then in upper urban town, with middle people all around, where seamless asphalt never ends and grassy sprawl pretends for all a special place, yet people here in sleepwalk pace and seldom see a friendly face, always chasing extra action treading frantic losing traction, speeding to repeated chore don't forget to lock the door, driving kids afraid to walk never any time to talk (Shit! did we turn the oven off?)... we used to read we used to swim we want to learn the violin, we wanna go to twist and shout but work sucks all the juices out, so lets go play computer games ad contacts to our list of names, slouch on the couch and click on the box, lets start with Fox and fill our minds with silly chatter, murder mayhem, any clatter blocking serious thinking matter...or wander to the monster mall fill up bags of loot and plunder, stuff that we don't really need but under rules of social play, we gotta buy it anyway, as its becomes the recipe for all those things we wanna be...
And fed up now with all of this, decide to seek elusive bliss, to rural places we will travel, where the highway meets the gravel, we'll finally find some peace of mind, in sunlit fields of corn and berry buy some cows and start a dairy, or a cabin on the lake a dreamy place where we can take, some weeks away, some golf to play, some fish to catch, a tennis match, and lots of new friends we will gather to our new home when we'd rather socialize, and recognize our lucky life with daily jogging just for strife...
But still remains this nagging doubt, there must be more than this about, my visit to this Earth?...
Since nothing that I've done or do helps me to remove the glue, of thoughts that stick within my brain and want me moving once again ... I don't know where but its not here...then brooding late one moonlit night I catch a glimpse of what I might...a dangerous scary thing to be, too long ignored...it must be me.
Eager now for what could be, I relinquish all of what was me, seeking answers everywhere but where I've been no compass there, with all at risk I still don't care, fate can take me anywhere, still faithful in that guiding light I find a stairway up a flight, where flat earth beckons I must go beyond what reason tells me so, right to the EDGE precariously a thin line to eternity, trusting flight I leap to Thee on angels wing I scream with glee as Universe lands its dust on me and stars explode on a vast black screen, spelling secrets no one else has ever seen.