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W.. Truth Poem
Missing In Action
My feelings and emotions for her once soared high like a bird,
until she lied to my heart for entertainment with her actions,
and apologized with a word.
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Copyright © W.. Truth | Year Posted 2015
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W.. Truth Poem
Wild Child
While lost in the woods I came to a clearing at the top of a hill, It was absolutely breathtaking I could not breath and stood completely still.
Looking down I felt privaleged seeing this beauty that no one else knows, wide open fields and and hills of different shades of green and red from one lonely single rose.
So I started towards this rose not wanting to admire it from afar, and this immense beauty being within reach made it unlike the sun or a star.
While making my way down the hill I lost sight of the rose and now my feelings that moments ago felt so right, I remember having the feeling of a child riding his first bike or loosing his first kite, then I remembered the rose and all my thoughts turned to delight.
As I came out of a ditch and laid eyes on the rose once more, I looked down and had a hole in my pants and my shirt was tore.
Who on earth would put their self through such a hard and trying time, and had my feelings changed now being covered in such filth and grime.
Then I began to feel lonely and it became clear I to was wild like the rose, and seeing and being around it was finally my way out of hell I suppose.
As I turned to walk away I asked myself what could have brought on such childlike feelings and what had I really been trying to see, was this beautiful yet lonely rose had it really been a reflection of me.
So I only made it half way to this rose before deciding to return to the top of the hill, I think I would like to call here home because seeing and being next to this rose somehow helped me to once again feel.
I recall thinking why only one rose it must be wild, and I recall feeling why only one rose just protect it like a child.
So from once lost with confusion in the woods both lonely like a child, to now found and together in the woods with clarity and beauty accepting, we are wild.
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Lust Just
The scent of this woman his friend drives him positively crazy,
yet he daydreams of lightly caressing her like when one touches the petals of a rose or a daisy.
The urges and yearning within become to much for this one man to bear,
when the thoughts of lightly caressing turn to her dress that he wants so badly to completely rip off in one tear.
And in the midst of this feast finally lust turning to touch,
they kiss and indeed this is something he has wanted so very very much.
Two body's touch seeming as one intertwined with no regret for now,
it goes on well into the night almost morning before not saying goodbye but chow.
These lustful dreams becoming reality at no set specific or given time,
have their rewards like two body's finally held close and fitting perfect like when you yourself can feel that perfect song, poem or a rhyme.
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Sybaritic Character Take the Stage
The sensual sybaritic character of a man or a woman with a scarred heart,
is something that we can say will grow over time and is never visible from the start.
Upon finding that person that makes you smile when they call, sad when they fall,
and make you want to conquer the world and feel ten feet tall,
can and will this person bring this acquired sensuality from a broken hearted man or woman to a stall.
Has it been the only part of me that I've enjoyed and that fit's like a glove,
not reluctantly its the only part of me that allowed me feel,
while for so so long not in love.
If true happiness is the point to work through the fact that life is difficult and at other times really really hard,
then if so do we seek it out physically, sensually or emotionally for those having been physically, sensually or emotionally scarred.
Maybe one day I will meet this person that feels the same way as I, and upon adopting their feelings I'll drop to my knees and earnestly look to the sky,
and ask that the passionate sensual beast inside me not be washed away,
but as our body's become more and more familiar the beast will no longer have to be held at bay.
If sensuality is a form of expression and perfect happiness is bliss,
than give me that person beautiful inside with eyes like looking into the ocean
and face and lips that I express to kiss.
No one want's to be judged for that part of them that's proved over time passionately and sensually diverse,
but it is true freedom to be loved and embraced for being who you are and no longer seeing it as a curse.
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If Love Liberates
I seek high and I seek low for inspiration,wanting this life to be amazing and dreams that come true with no limitation.
I feel free when in love and free just hanging out with you in the park, but why then only when we say goodnight my happiness
subsides and I am left to wonder why while laying alone in the dark.
It's so true the best dreams do happen while I am awake, so why do we flee from a dream when realizing what's at stake.
I've known the loneliness of a loaner and the pain that grows wild within, love and my dreams went together all along and waited on me to begin.
If love liberates then let me own it with whatever little is left of me, because I need with the deepest inner most thought's of my being to finally be loved free.
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Copyright © W.. Truth | Year Posted 2015
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