Friday, September 11, 2009

"My Love Coming to Be"

I found her finally,
The love that loves and wants to be with me.

The one that embraces me for me,
and shares similar passions does she.

With our minds tangled with all that is happy,
let our love be overwhelming.

To all that may not agree,
I know your heart speaks true envy.

This is the end of my searching,
for the one that is to be with me.

And for my love I say to thee,
thank you for letting our love come to be.


Lance Williams

Sunday, September 6, 2009

"Once More Aura"

Let me look into your soul,
and feed on all that is and will be.
May I tear into your heart,
and come out being a better me.

Bring that seductive beauty to the forefront,
and wrap it through and around my being.
I will stand right here,
for you and always waiting.

Flash my eyes forever,
with your mighty addictive core.
And when you do so,
always leave me thirsting for more.

I believe that in you,
I will find my greatest position.
A calm alluring peace,
that will be obvious beyond mention.

Allow me to breathe in,
and smell your entire aura.
Then taste your delicate presence,
and win me once more over.

Lance Williams

Thursday, September 3, 2009

"Write Till the End"

I've spent all my time scratching this page,
with a half empty pen,
and nothing to really say.

Sometimes of love,
and sometimes with sadness,
others of bad luck and pure dismay.

I write of nothing,
maybe sometimes of something,
others of nowhere for my heart to lay.

And more times then not,
I write of emotions and trust,
or how it all went away.

I'll put down my feelings,
how you murdered them,
and how they change from day to day.

Rambling and Babbling,
for long lines of time,
and then continuing if I may.

I'll scribble of denial,
and my cold pressed heartache,
all which I experienced just yesterday.

Thoughts of how I loved her,
and why I wept last night,
but really it's all hearsay.

I'll place on paper,
all my beautiful melancholy,
for you and all to display.

Forever a moving quill,
will my fingers still push,
until my bones begin their decay.

Lance Williams