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The Passing Deities

The Passing Deities

Remember dreams. You lived and died. Recall the demons charging you. If it were not for deities, You’d...

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RoW80 & NaNa

RoW80 & NaNa

Just a quick one to get started on the blogging. Decided to have a go at RoW80 or in it’s full title, Round...

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Go Away Man

Go Away Man

Go Away Man is a short story I wrote on 10th November 2009 and edited on the 11th of November. It was an...

Alone Among…

Alone among a thousand more ~ a flash of what once was takes hold ~ I smile as memories ensure ~ I cherish all the...

Alone Among…
posted on: Apr 3, 2011 | author: Shane

By The Grace Of God

By the grace of god I fell ~ upon the scarred and bloody stone ~ into your eyes, into your arms ~ I cannot do this on...

By The Grace Of God
posted on: Apr 3, 2011 | author: Shane

I am – whuh?

I am me ~ who was, will be ~ But wait – that doesn’t make much sense. For who am I? ~ Or was or were ~ or...

I am – whuh?
posted on: Mar 25, 2011 | author: Shane

Marble Desk

Those dark old times ~ At a marble desk ~ And yet my thoughts ~ Tell me I was blessed ~ Tweeted By Shane Ferguson On...

Marble Desk
posted on: Mar 25, 2011 | author: Shane
Her Hair Dances

Her Hair Dances

posted on: Mar 25, 2011 | author: Shane

To see her hair dance in the wind ~ To steal a glance, we are but friends ~ Shy, oh joy, of youthful whim ~ I lose myself in my own dreams ~ Tweeted...

Coast Of Ireland

Coast Of Ireland

posted on: Mar 25, 2011 | author: Shane

On the coast of Ireland lies ~ A hill, which on it sits a home ~ Where many years I laughed and cried ~ But now, alas, it sits alone ~ Tweeted By...

Minus Three

Minus Three

posted on: Mar 22, 2011 | author: Shane

Poor Jenny died aged minus three short months away from being free into the arms of broken youths who lost their hearts within the truth. of...

Billboard

Billboard

posted on: Feb 3, 2011 | author: Shane

Along Beckets by the salty air, where cyclists weave in and out. She stood, enchanted – without a care. By the junkies and the larger louts. Among...

Prologue: Adventus Messor

Prologue: Adventus Messor

posted on: Feb 2, 2011 | author: Shane

A poem from the short collection: From Seed To Soil. Darkness. In memory. Alone I lie upon a bed. I question is this really me, Or visions living in...

No Longer The Innocent Soul Is This Now

No Longer The Innocent Soul Is This Now

posted on: Feb 2, 2011 | author: Shane

A poem from the short collection: From Seed To Soil. A moment upon which to think, To measure the might and the will of a dream. Society floods upon...

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