Slip sliding, sometimes
Shifting weight and the open spaces,
Punching the clock.
Tag me in.
I love to swim into your,
By Shane Harrington 8 months ago in Poets
A wise man knows nothing.
Wisdom requires something.
A conundrum in open places.
Fantasy apocalyptic and again the zombies.
Into the night the fire warped the stars.
Counting sheep and the mythical dreams, of a sudden freeze.
Cracking chaos open with each
Without the sharp edge of this,
expression cutting diamonds.
Glass houses falling,
Under the winds of tomorrow.
Pss. Thank you for asking if I am ok.
I know you actually have concern for me.
I am ok.
Still have the memories running freely,
I am the gain, without the loss.
I am the place, to ponder your life.
The reason of rhyme and the logical passion of the mind.
People do not change.
They are a product of birth.
You can clearly see this geographically and physically.
This unique signature is the
So hurt the moment is the definition of tomorrow. Lost for all eternity
Knowing it could exist and then seeing,
Something like the illusion.
Open dream escaping logic pushing hip pop rocking,
Skip beating outside limits knocking,
Three times and the wind began to caress the the tears.
What challenge isn’t a challenge?
Mind fully divided.
The earth is flat
Prove me right or wrong,
The motion is circular.
Logical deduction forgot to mention,
Open doors to open rooms,
The adventure begins.
Very good and great job.
Now I get to imagine you working out.
I feel like,
It does excite me to maybe one day show you, martial arts.