Oh & Then This Happens…
What is my soul now that you have uncovered it?
Taking all time capsules and crushing them to oblivion
I believe you are the sign and the reason
The answer and the question of my woes
I do not know whence it came –but I am smothered with the delight
Of its misery
I thirst for the pain that I have endured to know that solely I love
You this deeply.
That no matter the distance and the tears…the nightmares and the fantasies
You long and pine for it too.
We are the victims of unbecoming circumstances
Trapped into a world so comforting and unafraid that we ourselves
Cannot face the truth of passion.
Of unconditional and wreckless love.
It intrigues me to know we are capable of even this slight phenomena
Of completing each other without explanation or care.
This Was The Epitome Of My Low…I Had No Idea What I Was Writing Or Feeling…
But In Retrospect…
It Was Beautiful And Worth ItPerhaps Still Is
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Burn Baby Burn
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- T.C. LenWorth
Recanttous
She paces for me.
Back and forth through –
Trudge and dirt
Fro and to from—
Beneath the wells.
Those orbs receded behind
Cloudy shields
Tics ruling tears—
Tears taking them.
So she waits.
On branch and perched
About the world,
Looking hither
Upon guilt in me.
Onto a future
Un bright
Broken as steps in sand.
Pacing so…
Waiting there.
Asking me…to
Play in her hair.
- T.C. LenWorth
[circa 02.03.08 4:40a]
You Make Me
…A Horrible Misfit In The Eyes Of Love;
a Troubled Teen Whose Parents
Did Not Call Enough.
…One Tiny Fragment Of A Person
With Nothing Else Left
And All In AllBetter For It
For Even In The Wind; A Light Can Fly"
- T.C. LenWorth
Desperate Sounds Coming From Her Mouth —Smothered; By My Love…
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Scattin’
My hands divide the touchable from the unreachable. Her hips sit steadily askew as I reach down to feel the softness between her legs. She hesitates, falters in her moans and deep sighs.
I would ask her to tell me something sweet and she would repeat Gibran, “I look to the heavens to find you my darling and there you were.” She’d smile that ever-loving smile…that smile that has no teeth, no lips, and no makeup. It only contains happiness.
She’s still sleeping. I look over to the window, and realize it is nearly morning. The moon appears faintly above the skyline and I can see the sun asking for its presence to be welcomed by the clouds. But the moon isn’t ready yet; she still is having a conversation. She’s holding my angel in that peaceful sleep and speaking of consoling things. My angel smiles.
I’ll admit. I am selfish. As if you would not be the same…with something as precious as She.
