Several Poems, By Michael Williams II

I) THE BLIND MAN SEE’

What can we see, other than the blind?

The blind see, but of a different kind,

Much like ocean brings the seas,

And much of the wind bring the breeze,

Yet all cannot, and will not ever see.



What can you see, other than to try?

The liars can see, but revolve around a lie,

Much like stars call for the future,

And much of the pots to melt pewter,

Yet you cannot, and will not ever see.



What can I see, other than to die?

The life gives us breeze, and the sea gives us dye,

Much like paint to the canvas, or brush to paint,

Strokes of vibrant potency to our lives.



What love can you see, other than a bind?

I wish to love again, without the taint of blind,

We need a future, like those that remain bound,

Much like my heart desires your kiss, and my soul to be found,

Those are strokes of vibrant potency, believe it or not

The blind man see’.

(written on 7.21.08)



II) ON THE SHORES OF DESIRE

On the shores of desire, the sturdy are at hand, for the love reasons hold a special repremand,

All moments of fate, are carried away with haste, and soon the torment holds your hands,

Hold still, your thoughts are fighting you, turning them into desires, to move not quickly, but swiftly away from true,

Coils or not, bothers or boughts, we bargain a bigger chance at holding fate and disbanding demands,

These shores of desire, so close to lifes heart, makes the heart beat swiftly, yet with a quick beat it steepens,

These shores of desire will cover you, tempt you, swallow you, and you must be the last to recommend,

Steal this last beachcomber, rid the shores with desire, throw them back into the ocean, and may you be soon at end.

(written on 7.28.08)



THE LAST PRAYER

On this night, I hold myself alone, alone I shall forever be

It doesn't bother me, but I worry about others,

For I would rather be alone than for the world to endore my same pain,



On this night, I cannot sleep to the darkness, darkness I shall forever keep,

It doesn't bother me, but I worry for the light,

For I would much rather be buried in darkness than for there to be shame,



On this night, I am loveless, alone, and in darkness,

It doesn't bother me, yet I worry for myself....

(written on 9.2.11)