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A Thousand Deaths!
A mixed blessing pushes the possibilities fantasized becoming a reality. The glimmer of hope in showing you how the absolute of an answer feared, a thousand deaths? As is not dreams and thoughts experienced alone, the glimmer of hope silenced? An unquenched thirst saturating my deepest emptiness to fall away like rusted links in the touch of your skin? To withstand the hearts longing for the longing of another's heart in silence, thought the stones would strike me full force and split my skin? So does the path struggles to hold debilitating your affect upon me, a thousand deaths! And why fall fear of becoming? When you look into your own heart, does it not for you recall an unquenched flame within it and suffers you remember your own desire for the longing of another's touch to shine upon you? A thousand deaths for you relived? How I ask, can hope come to you from a great distance that in turn may inspire your inner most hearts desires to blossom outwards? So think not to lead the longing of your hearts desires, rather let the desires of your hearts longing lead you. For indeed your heart knows the depths of it's own secrets, and desires it's own happiness be fulfilled? For a thousand deaths in the waiting indeed, as a thousand deaths would seem so to me. For every moment I spend without us to each other bound, is like dying round after round. "C" 02/01/02 Lance Van Tassel This work was inspired by the absence of a wonderful lady that I'll always need to be a part of me. Perhaps one day she will feel the pull of my hearts longing for her. |
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Like A Sunset!
To view you as a summer sunset I see, a likeness between you and thee. The sunsets beauty like you a brilliant light, cannot be touched by day or night. Like the sunset I could watch you with time to spare, for any one else I just couldn't care. For the love and caring that I read in your voice like a letter, could quickly melt away any fetters, that hold. Although you live so far away, still I think of you every day. And though there might be storm clouds high and even the pain when you cry. I think for me to witness that would be like torture on the rack, for like the sunset is a gift to the world from god, so are you! "C" 10/02/98 Lance Van tassel This poem is timeless, like my feelings---- just because! |
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The Poems Dream!
If I were a poem and you were the reader, I'd want to raise you to the peak of your love and lower you to the depth of your sorrow. I'd want to make you cry all of your tears, the tears unquenchable, and make you laugh until life's hurts and pains melt into the background. I'd want to shake your clinging to reality and take you on a fantastic journey through time, and race to the place that you plunge into your deepest folds of protection to caress the substance I find within; gently touching your understanding and meekness. I'd want to unwrap the mystery surrounding the you I know you are, but cannot reveille without cringing from the well known scar, wrap myself about your fragrance and hold you in my arms. If I were a poem I'd do all this for you and since this is my poem I will. "C" 11/03/88 Lance Van tassel Perhaps one day this will for me, become real. |
