Sleep Paralysis by Mike Williams 11/05/2016 @ 7:23 P.M.

A spider's shadow moves within my room,
The window is lit by the silver moon.
A tree branch comes a tapping on the glass,
As echos crescendo and slowly pass.
The clouds wax over in whispers of grey,
Thunder protests a short distance away.
The fire begins to fade and so do I,
Still I lay still as the spider creeps by.

I slumber hard and still as if a corpse,
The tempest rages over valley thorps.
The church bells clang and sirens loudly scream,
Yet I am caught between life, death, and dream.
I can not move and my limbs are rigid,
The air in the room is icy frigid.
My lids clinched tightly shut and will not pry,
Still I lay still as the spider creeps by.

Stroked I should think or perhaps already dead,
Save for the sound of my voice in my head.
I wrest in anguish, my body not move,
Clutching at life's tread with much still to prove.
My eyes sliver open in the dark night,
Panic stricken to move, I fight and fight.
I try to move with all my might and I -
Still I lay still as the spider creeps by.

The storm dissipates and all again still,
I pluck up the courage and strength of will.
My fingers begin to move from their rest,
Then seeing heavy heaving of my chest.
I await for the rising of the sun,
The window alight and darkness not won.
Disturbing open a single eye,
Still I lay still as the spider creeps by.

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.

Time Does Pass by Mike Williams 01/29/2016 @ 7:35 P.M.

My bonnie lass the time does pass,
The days are short and fleeting.
I've come by with you in eye,
In hopes of a perchance meeting.

Your father and your mother wave,
They have come out to greet me.
For I wish to ask for your hand,
If my own you'll consent to be.

I have not much money girl,
A farmer of the land am I.
With all the love I have to give,
Never a day should you cry.

I've watched you now o' many year,
And know that you're the one for me.
O' bonnie lass I've come to ask,
Down on my bended knee.

Will you have me an anwer soon,
The fields are near to sowing.
I could live happy at heart a while,
Just in the certain of the knowing.

My bonnie lass the days do pass,
It is time now for the reeping.
My heart is filled up evermore,
You've given me your keeping.

Me And My Red Brolly by Mike Williams 08/29/2016 @ 7:30 P.M.

I was walking down the roadway,
The skies turned melancholy,
In the rain I started to play,
Amid the loblolly.

Under the raindrops silver spray,
"Gee, by gosh, by golly!"
I danced around the drizzle day,
What a fit of folly!

I jumped puddles along the way,
"Lolly, lolly, lolly!"
Let the clouds turn grey if they may,
Me and my red brolly.

tulips (haiku) by Mike Williams 08/28/2016 @ 5:27 P.M.

blushing tulip buds
opening in spring fever
coital pleasures bloom