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.
By Shane Harrington 2 years ago in Poets
A bubble bath or shower, hmmmm It’s easy to imagine either as comfortable. Open the gates of chaos and release the Kracken,
Something real, Something alive and Breathing hard, Announcing the arrival It’s beyond spiritual, Requiring that discipline.
You are very interesting. You have an intelligence and understanding that allows you to communicate with me. Again I may be out of line,
I used to think about this beautiful Crazy Girl On my way home. May have, Even messaged. You know how it is. When you get to missing
The beast in action is always found motionless. If found sleeping, it’s already too late. It’s that simple awareness of oneself that drives the desire of time.
Angels and demons. I believe demons can swim and fly. I believe they live inside our dreams. Driven insane by the lighting.
I could, Let go, If reality would. I could, Lift up heaven, If heaven wasn’t so heavy.
Nothing exist outside of you to you. No reality can be found outside the stones you carry. No god can be known without you.
Without remorse, I withdraw. Stuck in stone, this love is crumbling. Outside my mind you run free and wild. Deliverance is my crown.
A flower finds its tower and displays the princess. A lover climbs the tails of stories looking for all the chances. Broken bridges and buildings and hearts.
Sparkling water Ice in the making, Smooth, flowing You never saw it coming. Time in a jar Tap, tap, Twist. Exposing time in a movement, Sailing into the tomorrow land. Captains Choice,