What demons hide in the prayers of men. Woman worship and desire a burning passion, consuming souls. Liquid fire Pored
By Shane Harrington 2 months ago in Poets
The Pressures of Time, Found inside and out, A walk in history and a stepping stone, To what was lost, Yet, Found.
By Shane Harrington 12 months ago in Poets
Old brought passion from Fire. New brings passion from Old. , My passion brings Fire and ice. Chill.
By Shane Harrington about a year ago in Poets
I am torn between the pauses in my breathing and seeing into your vision, Of are, Future. Waterfalls into tears, creating the beautiful.
What is faith?, Sacrifice or Deliverance. Maybe misguided, Each breath becomes a testament. Even demons believe, even Angels can Dream.
We have known one and other for some time now. I know you are busy and life keeps changing. The moments keep adding. Time keeps ticking. I wonder what you dream of when you sleep.
Inside the darkness, Hides many, Mirrors. Late at night one can be found caressing the edges of reality. Walking demons and riches or maybe love.
I could write a symphony of tears to create an ocean. Or I could just close my eyes. Behind the curtain hide’s, The emotional bondage.
As simple as an a. A black box. I will deliver, Inside an impossible. Hides a carnivore, Of, Demons. Some will quest,
Bahaha, martial arts, Has limits in design, where as, Stands the next level. Short term focus on a single strike, May land eloquence,
What world isn’t in color. A blind man walking. Can taste victory at the edge of a sword, Stands the impelled. Paper so scarred it may cause you to fall into,
Into the open spaces, Between us, Stands, A choice. Pushing the passion into the sea, Seeking the meaning Of life. Better hold tight, This ride is ridiculous.