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
