Vertigo by Mike Williams 02/14/2016 @ 7:55 A.M.

You said that you loved me,
In a tepid half-hearted breath.
And like an earworm repeating,
Your lacking feeling stung mine breadth.

I had flown so high before,
As Icarus too near the sun.
Your love is wax and feathers,
And left me completely undone.

For fall I did too harshly,
From a lofty place to woe.
And love left me broken,
In a state of vertigo.

Lineaments of Desire by Mike Williams 02/12/2016 @ 9:03 A.M.

I thought my love was most profound, 
Self serving it did later seem. 
Observing deep the former ground, 
A hollow void to fill with dream. 

Obscure the conviction aspired, 
I bequeathed then to grow from love. 
The lineaments of my desire, 
Leaving thus the abode there of. 

The Fool by Mike Williams 02/14/2016 @ 3:43 P.M.

The ratiocination of a man,
With logic, wit, and word supreme.
But the flighty fool in his ignorance,
None could reason with it would seem.

To point a finger to his affliction,
And address the fool's fatal flaw.
He will drag you down into the quagmire,
And suffocate you with it all.

The wise man will stay silent and listen,
Correct his own infirmity.
For the fool will be only thus spurned on,
And expose his perversity.

He has an obdurate affinity,
And remains stuck in his thinking.
His biased attitude is self-serving,
For vain he swells and mind shrinking.

Dishonor is there in the fool's nature,
When it comes to answer his call,
He speaks of ideals and integrity,
But bares no resemblance at all.

No matter what you might tell him to do,
A fool always remains the same.
But never argue with one such as he,
Nonpareil he'll best you the game.