The idea of love
There is a love that is between two people that only they can understand. Is it possible that she is not of me but for me all the same. In the begining OfAdamxLilith
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She exists
She is, well she was, and she will be everything that means everything, nothing, and should be, Because she goes on like my sentences because they are her, for her, and not her. ending beginning and continuing I will eventually express all that she meant to me, into me, went to me. Liking all that comes through me, unto me, she appears wonderfully. Full of everything, every word, every means. She is a part of me, that complex art in me, that love which gives my heart its beat.
February 14, 2011-Torian T. Ugworji
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The Crow
The crow crows,
speaking of itself
a voice within a voice
lost within its depths
wisdom beyond years
courage slammed against fears
power consumed burning black its soul
The trick of the trickster
one in the same
as the man in love
with his ruined game
against god he bet
his love away
and for that god took away his name
The soul never dies
It changes in which capsule it lies
whether it flies, or lies
they are together in pain
with change, unknown flames
ending with destruction
or a reconstructed gain
of my name
The Trickster
july 11 -Torian
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feeding love
I fed love
I fed love hopes and dreams
I fed love diamonds and rings
I fed love whine and cheese
I fed love the most corniest things
I fed love girl after girl
I fed love touching and kissing
I fed love games and words
I fed love moments of her
I fed love
till love grew to fill the being in my shoes, so no one could walk my path believing in you
Like I do
