You open your mouth
And my breath comes out
My heart spilled on your chest
I know what happens next
Fingers intertwine
I’ll let you blur the line
We’ve synced our hand watches, our breathes,
Our time and upward motions
Our souls whisper and kiss
Linguistics meet their stand in
Looks and tells, a longing, dripping cheeks
A hum, a nod, a wink to God
Publicly known words replaced with privately-owned sounds
So as not to water down
What’s already been found
‘For the message is foolishness to those who are perishing’
All valuable things are done in secret
Secret tongues, intertwine
I’ll let you blur the line
We’re getting by,
year by moment
Unblinded and defiant, I asked you to carve your name into my skin
I’m under the covers, inside your chest
Blood pumps and beats,
Whispering vows breath-soft in morse code
You’re always running a beat behind mine
Looking Never Found.
When did the searching start ?
Perhaps at the very first beat,
of an innocent, uncorrupted, heart.
Perhaps a dark nights lullaby rhyme?
When the seekers eyes, were unblinded,
or in that soothing voice counting time.
Maybe in that sunlights far flung view?
Looking for vague external questions,
to quench a thirst, raw and bitter to you.
Maybe waves of goodbye clenched in fists?
That well hidden dwell, deep in your soul,
you persist to bind chains, just can't resist.
The sun smiles a greeting at me
I meet his wan rays graciously
unblinded, unbowed
unblinking --
I hold the cards now
in December
the sun's played his hand --
Pale, absent fire
he slips
inconspicuously
below the horizon
Yesterday, I felt her foundation
give way, nearly swept away
I began swimming in unfamiliar
territory, hurriedly, as emotions
tugged on me.
I gave in, falling into her viscosity,
felt my re-birth, & I asked the Lord
was this how worship felt?
She usurped my soul.
Heaven ensued
I felt the breaking of molecules
then euphoria,
my body couldn't move
Eyes unblinded,
finally realizing man's mandate
A whitewash of sorts
Love her as He loves a Trinity
Who wouldn't remain
in the matrix for a love like this?
Could miracles be separated
that simply?
The dissolution of his and hers
forming a new compound
of a two lettered word
spending time - In God We trust
adding an L and T to that word of us
Working backwards from infinity
Today, I saw Jesus moonwalking
towards my revelation as subatomic
activity began dismantling
what every man should be pursuing
On your mark, get set, praise
I remain unashamed
A mettle rusted, made with custom stale,
My talent’s sheen with circulation’s passed;
A faultless ace in one’s own face may fail,
So truth in beauty, beauty truth are cast.
A work upon a hundredth scan grows old,
And each successive glance does dim the gleam;
My words, gems precious wrought, are costly sold,
Once sharp, now blunt; my eyes false diamonds deem.
But in this view, I’m happily reminded
That through your pictured lens I’m tempered fresh;
Your iris heralds me to me unblinded,
A rainbow filter smelting steeling mesh.
This old sword’s new when in your gaze I’m eyed:
All else, say else; know not no naught they’ve lied.
I craved for a moonlight dance,
When I once freed my rotten desires.
Longing for a warm hand,
I set the music for a classic waltz.
Into the rhythm I submit,
Swaying around my empty space
I lift a burden caged for a time
An irreversible smile has now sprung.
Farther and farther I dived
My closed windows welcomed the sun
My dark rooms opened their doors
I unblinded the breathing cloaked in me.
And so I watched me dancing on my own
Freeing my sleeping memories
I danced and woke to my amusing disguise
To what I call my sweet lullaby.
Unblinded
By Michael Williams
copyright©2001
It seems wherever I end up going,
everything is hidden, nothing showing.
No one sees, no one knows,
just how this story goes.
Not a care, not a worry,
everyone is in such a hurry.
Too busy to stop, too busy to see,
what has become of me.
Self-hatred and denial are my tools,
no one knows me, they are fools.
Deceiving them all is my game,
I do this and feel no shame.
Filling all my lustful needs,
sewing and planting my deviant seeds
caring not about the shame,
just causing extensive pain.
What is this I think I see?
It’s the Lord, looking down at me.
The look I see in his eye,
is enough to make me cry.
Ashamed of who I’ve become,
of who I’ve hurt, and what I’ve done.
I don’t like who I am,
I don’t feel like much of a man.
Help me Lord, hear my plea,
I can’t stand what has become of me.
I’m tired of the sorrow; I’m tired of the shame,
I’m tired of this hurtful game.
Help me Lord, for I can see,
there is nothing you won’t do for me.
Give me the chance to start again,
I know I can live free from sin!
This is where I go
The land so far away
I found myself lost each time
Hanging to nothingeach day
In my dreams, I hide
In my mind, i cry
In my heart, i hope
For a better tomorrow in my life
And there opened a door
A Door only my eyes can see
Unblinded by illusions
The World I Saw Finally
There will be no ending to my life
When there is hopes each time I fell
In the book of my new chapter, i will write
A new story, a story of myself
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