Moonstruck
You remind me of the moon,
Because I told all the stars about you
How you are the centre of attention
The subject of my affection
You’re my Miss Hollywood
Up there orbiting on the carpet of navy blue
You remind me of the moon,
No, not because you are out of the reach of my touch as such
But because you are beautiful, intelligent and virtuous
You are also enigmatic and mysterious
And that’s the rarest combination known to man
That’s why people will always feint interest the best they can
In trying to get to know you
Probing out of curiosity for whatever gold they can find
Not genuinely interested in your mind
It’s only a matter of time
Till their curiosity dies because it wasn’t true
Despite all their probes for your goldmine
And despite being so often misunderstood
You somehow still manage to put all that behind,
And in all your glory and splendour, continue to shine
Your effortless grace has always been a goal of mine
And that’s something not everyone knows
How to love much less how to treat you good
You remind me of the moon
Because you shine your light in spite of all the darkness
You give me hope, because you are able to see good
The good in me that I hardly could
Despite my past mess
You helped me see to museums in me
Where I saw empty hallways
Your moonlight brighten up my darkest days
You showed me how to love my imperfections perfectly
How to appreciate my mistakes and my victories each equally
You remind me of the moon,
Because I see you as my muse
You make me nostalgic
Nostalgic for a love that hasn’t even happened yet
And in a way I wished I wasn’t such a hopeless romantic
Because I’ve romanticized every interaction I never had with you
And although I’m creating expectations that seem unrealistic,
With no guarantee, I’m willing to bet
That I won’t regret because you are worth it
You remind me of the moon
Mostly because I feel like we are kindred spirits
Because when the stars light up my room
And I find myself alone talking to the moon
Whispering my prayers and all my secrets
Wishing you could hear it too
Wishing I was telling you
You remind me of the moon
Because you show me that side of you
That you don’t show anyone else
Pillow talk and Facetime
Are just better in the moonshine nighttime
Our late night conversations are your nightcap
I know you like that
Because you stay up beyond your bedtime
Just to keep my company as we break our curfews
You remind me so much of the moon
Partially because of the distance between us
But distance means so little
When someone means so much
And even though we may be physically apart,
Emotionally our hearts couldn’t be closer
Like the moon’s effect on the rising tides of the ocean
We gravitate to each other
By forces beyond our own comprehension
You remind me of the moon
The moon understands what it means to be human
Uncertain, alone, cratered by imperfections
Sometimes weak and wan,
Other times full of light and strong
Every day it’s a different version
Of itself but it never leaves,
It’s always there like a loyal companion
Watching on
At the end of the day
Whenever I’m feeling lonely
I just look at the moon,
Thinking that’s it’s just me and the moon only
But I know that wherever you are,
You are probably looking right at it too
Because that’s what Soulmates do
The moon reminds me of you,
Because the moon knows,
That as long as there’s a moon
I will always think of you
(c)A. Williams,
20.12.18
#Moonstruck
#LovePoem
#Romantic
Roses
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it? - Kendrick Lamar
(Poetic Justice)
Long live the Rose
That Grew from Concrete
Because the Rose that Blooms
In the Midst of Adversity
Is the Rarest and most Beautiful of All
Roses are often romanticised for their majestic beauty
But people often overlook the other parts of their story
That they are blessed with a heart unlike any other wildflower
Strong enough to rise again
After being trampled on
Tough enough to weather
The brunt of summer, and the worst of winter
And even being able to grow and flourish
In the most broken of places
Showing that good can come from desolated/barren lands
Where their thorns are their battle scars
That's why I appreciate that Roses have thorns
Because it's part and parcel of who they really are
From one difficulty to another, they learn to bounce back
This while keeping all their enticing petals in tact
Their beauty remains untainted despite the vicissitudes of life
Constantly finding a way to strive, finding a way to thrive
Blooming from wounds where they once bled
I guess that why they always said that "Roses are red"
Roses have thorns
Because it knows
That its overall beauty will
Reel us in
Roses have thorns
To teach us to be
Appreciative without being possessive
Roses have thorns
Since it's better to be defensive
Because humans can be pricks
Roses have thorns
As a means of protection
Because it is delicate and frail
Roses have thorns
To remind the obsessive man
That it is not written in braille
You can love her but leave her free
Roses have thorns
Because even perfection isn't flawless
Roses have thorns
But it doesn't make them worth less
Roses have thorns
Because love can be destructive
And some people just can't be trusted
Roses have thorns
To remind the intrusive hand
It can be cherish without possessed
Roses have thorns
To give a voice to the voiceless
Roses have thorns
Because if we say we love them
And we really do
We will love them through and through
Roses have thorns
Because it knows
That touch can kill
Roses have thorns
But we love them still
And as far as Roses go
You are the one of the sweetest one I know
Despite the many thorns of life that you've been exposed to
You've endured it all and gracefully bloomed
So much so that you are still radiant to the eye
I still think your Rose with its thorns and all
Is worth it
Is perfect
If ever there was one
And just in case you thought that, to say all this it's nice of me
Because I only see through Rose-tinted lens
It's because you don't see what I see
To see your growth to exude such self confidence
It's alluring as it is inspiring
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I am saying all this to say,
That I'm sorry I didn't get you Roses for Valentine's Day
But I wrote you these poems instead,
Because the appeal of physical Roses only lasts till the last petal is shed,
At that point the Rose is long dead,
But these words that I had have written down
On paper might as well be casted in stone
Because everything that you would have read
Is transplanted from the deep soil beds of love in my heart
To the evergreen garden in your head
Where it won't wither away but will flourish from day to day
(c) A.Williams, 2018.
February 14, 2018.
#Roses
#RosesHaveThorns
#ValentinesDay
#ValentinesDayPoem
#RosesforHer
The_Art of Worship
I just seem to be going through the motions of the service, my movements are mere ritual
But for others they are feeling the spirit of worship it seems so genuinely spiritual
Even when singing my voice is in a low pitch and even lower decibel
Others are screaming and shouting louder than a Jezebel
Maybe is not my fault that I wasn’t born with that kind of synergy
Or it is that others are just naturally overflowing with tons of energy
All I know is that the act of worship I am taking really seriously
I tell myself, I am not putting on a performance for others to think of me religiously
I am internalizing and meditating on the words of the hymns
Not being carried away by the crowd and dancing to its beats and rhythms
Worship should not be a forced act but a manifestation of your personal joy
It should not be a troublesome burden but rather something to love and enjoy
Maybe the issue is obviously down to the fact that I am ultra conservative
Whilst the other worshippers are simply much more lively and expressive
I am unfamiliar with the new songs as well as the old classics
Clapping of hands, raising of voices and stomping of feet, I struggle to sway my hips
The Spirit is moving but somehow I am riveted & unlike everyone else closed my lips
Thank God for granting me daily his Saving Grace – that undeserved gift
Because when it comes to the act of worship apparently I’m still a novice
(c) A.Williams, 2014.
Where is Your Sun?
Hey, you’re not here
and I’m beginning
the crux
of my tomorrows
without you
safely tucked
inside my yearning heart.
I step into bleak darkness
of pregnant clouds,
as I strain to reach
your absent hand.
My tears congeal
in stagnant rivers, as
ribbons tying us together
become frayed
and tattered shreds.
The sky ignites,
spewing out
your flickering image
in volcanoes of
gray lava, leaving
a trail down the tracks
we have trod.
Although it was time
for you to leave,
you breathe
inside me
as I try
to copy and paste
the kisses I have saved.
But where is your sun?
Finding My Crowd/ I would have thought...
Finding My Crowd/I would have thought...
I would have thought that by now
I would have found my people
I would have found my crowd
My crowd with who I am fine being around
There would be an undeniable sense of belonging
A spirit of companionship, camaraderie and community
No questioning of loyalty because that’s a certainty
No doubt
I would have found my social circle
And been fully settled in
And gone past that awkward hurdle
Of gaining trust, understanding and acceptance
And knew who my closest friends are
I would have found persons who shared the same interests
Liked the same things
Possessed similar attributes and the same traits
All like-minded, creatively open and not one-sided
We would do basically the same things for fun
This is how I thought my race would be run
I would have thought by now
I would have found my feet
I would have found my place
I would have found my street
Adulting instinctively without missing a beat
Excelling at every given task
And meeting each new feat
I envisioned a High speed chase
With success where I’m oblivious to defeat
Where the regrets of leaving my parents’ home
And standing on my own
Would by now at least retreat
I would have thought by now
I would have found my path
I would have found my journey
I would be making the most of every opportunity that comes my way
Because I was confident in my abilities and would seize the day
I would have fully grown
Grown and grown, but not just exponentially
In terms of stature, yeah 6 ft in height but a Giant in character
Also grown exponentially in terms of maturity
Leaving no space internally for worries and anxiety
And graduated from self-pity and self-hatred
I would have thought by now
I would have been certain of
What I would be in the future career-wise
But I remain indecisive as to where I should specialise
I would be certain of what the future holds
So certain as if my goals were set in stone
Neither naysayers or self-doubts could break the mould
I would of my destiny be in relative control
I thought by now I would have found myself
I would have been walking in my purpose
I would have known the workings of my moral compass
What values were negotiable from those non-negotiable
Known what I stood for and what I believed in
By this time I would have been assured in what my worth was
I would have been comfortable in my skin
So comfortable I would be proud of my own twin
If I had one,
I know I would be proud of me and proud of him
I don’t know, I don’t know
I guess I would have thought that by now
My life would have been perfect
I thought my life would been just how teenaged me would have imagined
My adolescent existence should have been much different
It shouldn’t have been this unsightly mess
But that’s just the incomprehensible thing about life, I found for me
You can set goals to be achieved by certain time dates
You can have dreams to be realized and plan it to a T
But that’s no assurance that the proposed plot will stick to the script
Sometimes it’s a matter of your own doing
Sometimes it’s not, just an act of fate
In this transitional phase, growth occurs at varying rates
It’s inevitable so of course it’s expected to be somehow manifested
But it’s still an organic process to grow
Sometimes it’s linear- predictable, even and slow
Sometimes it’s exponential - very fast paced
But in any case,
It’s best if you try not to ascribe a fixed timeline or a set age
Focus on yourself because not everyone is on the same page
The best advice is that you just have to
Trust the Process.
(c) A.Williams, 2017.