By Roland E. Williams
I opt reading your words again
Out of love,
Not ignorance
Nor complexity
You wish to tell all your story
Yet refuse many
Means to understand
You teach us words greater than life
For this we hope, yet,
May let your voice die
Our voices find to whom they speak
Be they a few souls
Or the greater mass
By Roland E. Williams
You are the man
That is what you feel
But she is not your punching bag!
She listens, yes
For the man has said
His piece, but she is not a piece!
She is quiet
The way you demand
Until she is silenced to death!
You spoke of love
That only you give
The lies never cease to exist!
Now kneel you down
Receive this sentence
For it is the way of the Lord!
By Roland E. Williams
From far this contraption has flown you and your emptiness
You exit to streets so new, yet they are the same old ones
The faces that had grown pale in your mind by your absence
Are once more defining their colors as they warm your heart
Now you recognize faces and places and lost kinships
Greetings multiply, leaving you with an abundant smile
Your emptiness fades, making way for this new sensation
That you are home again, at last
By Roland E. Williams
We were in the spring of our love, and ever so happy
The flames of our lust enveloped us still in ecstasy
Your smiles never failed to bring joy to my days, and my nights
Our deep love brought us each day to greater, and newer, heights
We were rebels who had been freed from life’s wicked bondage
Each with grand promises to never return to that cage
Except one created by the purest love, true and real
A commitment both of us were all too eager to seal
Then came life and, so too, worldly matters and daily hum
Against which even our love could do nothing but succumb
Our love no longer enslaved us, for it was unable
And you left; it was the first I had seen snow in April
By Roland E. Williams
You stand before me, perfectly calm
Your eyes interlocked with mine
The gentlest smile embraces your lips
As I sit in awesome adoration
Your body completes my happiness
After hearing your beatific voice
And witnessing your suave elegance
Followed by the touch of your skin
As breathless an appearance you are
It is you who has given me breath
Borne to the promise of all this
Is this delightful dream I have of you
By Roland E. Williams
The signs were always there to see
But it was just not time for that
But when, indeed, the time had come
The blindfolds vanished one by one
The directions we were then shown
Were seemingly different ones
Just like many roads lead to Rome
Both of our roads lead to the one
We stand now, still so far apart
On the verge of pure happiness
Our endless love was long written
In the annals of history
By Roland E. Williams
My heart can bear no more
It is a dying heart
It is falling apart
Cell for microscopic cell
Hurt for lasting hurt
Pain for unbearable pain
Tear for heartfelt tear
What have I done
How can I forget this
How can I forgive this
When have you last seen their joyful smiles?
When have you last heard their beating hearts?
When have you last felt their gentle touches?
When have you last gazed at their gleaming eyes?
When have you last learned what they have learned?
When have you last known what it is like to have them around?
By Roland E. Williams
She does not raise her hand to wipe her tear
She wants it there for there’s no reason to remove it.
It is the joy she has derived from all he is,
To her, he is, all that and so much more.
She has made him all this, if only she knew
She has made her heart feel this joy
And she has made her tears show this joy
She has made it possible to love him so deeply
She has made him love her so deeply
And her tears have made his tears
And her joy has made his joy
And her heart is witness to his
showing how much hers has given his.
She has received freely, that which she has given freely
And she has given more than his share’s worth
And so shall receive now endlessly, on and on
Till forever has come and gone…
By Roland E. Williams
I am the burden of your soul
I am the weight around your ankles
I am the sorrow in your heart
I am the death of your phoenix
I am the doom of your innocence
I am the evil of your ways
I am the Nemesis of your straying
I am the vengeance of your spirit
I am me
By Roland E. Williams
The shyness of your laughter
The tenderness of your words
The contents of your heart
The fullness of your voice
The freshness of your thoughts
The sincerity of your advice
The eternity of your friendship
The boundlessness of your truth
The completeness of your honesty
The whisper of your friendliness
The embrace of your companionship
The serene respect of you forgiving
The pain of those moments we had
The joy when they were passed and gone
That contagious sound most heard!
The righteousness of a true friend
The firmness of your willingness
The question not answerable
About all that this says
That it is quite a bit
THAT it never is nor will be
‘tis the beginning of beginnings
Of this wonder of wonders
This muse of amazement
This goddess of inner beauty
This…story that never ends…
This saint who is you
In The SpotLyght Global Feature Magazine 