It has logical consequence,
faith that is.
I have witnessed the actions outside my rational mind.
Some call it deja vu, yet others dismiss the signs.
Right or wrong I am in control.
I make the destiny unfold.
Like a mythical rocket always highlighted. My beliefs are stronger then yours.
Dancing,
whispering kisses lining the mist. Mysterious,
within the edges of a lover’s smile. Always,
distracting the happiness of the demons.
Walking fire burns the soul. Walking desire is always consuming.
Demanding,
Something more.
Death carries nothing to fear, for death carries nothing at all.
Don’t close the doors or sound the horns.
Leave the doors open for eternity. And the fantasy can carry dream after dream.
Walking destiny.
About the Creator
Keep reading
More stories from Shane Harrington and writers in Poets and other communities.
Disarmament
They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
By James U. Rizzi2 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Lovely inspiration poem!!!