tyson-williams
New Zealander
I write songs and poetry. I can only write when I'm inspired. Otherwise I fail hard / / I'm a Christian. Me and Jesus are buddies. Ask me about it. / / I love writing songs because sometimes music conveys messages and words better than speaking or reading them. / / I love writing poems because you can write them without a guitar. And I feel like I can use a better vocabulary. I love how people can interpret a poem completely differently from the next. / / Any poem that comes from the heart is legit. / / Im young and my writing is only going to get better. Watch this space / / Websites: / / My music: http://soundcloud.com/tywilliams / / My church band who I write some of the music for: / http://www.myspace.com/realityworship / / / My Blog: http://heartmutter.wordpress.com/
Over where will I walk?
The old dog was right.
Like a pig on a spit,
was the likelihood of my ruin.
In a roundabout way,
I was preached to.
More visible though
Might the gem have been.
If in current-less stream the torrent came.
Lesser of love I receive!
Corrupted consequently my outlook
How wrong must I have been?
Used though, choices I made.
Without, today, I would not be what I am.
Jan 11, 2011
Jan 11, 2011 at 5:59 PM UTC
Something’s afoot
Of this I am sure
Of exactly what
I’m not
When my eyes catch a glimpse
My heart skips a beat
And briefly butterflies fly
When she moves
I am drawn
When she stops
I am drawn
When she smiles
I am drawn
When she cries
I am drawn
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There is warmth
There is prospect.
There is stock
In imminent return
There is firm retribution
There is cold creeping in!
In leaving
In wretched departure
There is joy in re-joining
There is heartening
When firm is footfall
And sweet singing sounds
Summer is coming
There my love is found
Dec 2, 2010
Dec 2, 2010 at 6:45 PM UTC
Of but a portion
Might I have of you
Tis more than I’ll ever need
Nay
When I have all of you
Complete myself, shall I be
On my love of you :
Rampant is my love
Not one to be tethered
Patient is my love
Not one to be wayward
Garrulous is my love
Not one to be talked down
Certain is my love
Not one to be questioned
Naïve is my love
Abandoned to your hand
Yours is my love
To do with as you will
Dec 2, 2010
Dec 2, 2010 at 6:43 PM UTC
Mercy! Mercy!
A semblance of grace must be shown.
As blade be drawn and smile emerge
The flick of wrist is seen
The die were cast many decades ago
The instinct was grown in earliest year
Encroach not near, my flesh in fear
Waves are raised and follicles stiff
But metal meet flesh
In swift angled motion
No sound but the intake of breath
New orifice created!
Merlot does it spit!
Vendor bent double in pain
Clean up the puddle
Someone may slip
The mingle of wines is uncouth
Repulsive and wicked
Nov 25, 2010
Nov 25, 2010 at 1:32 AM UTC
Each hour is routine dreary!
Each tick signals the next tock
Forehead on the table
As if on the chopping block
The mice without their tails!
Are groped by grubby hand
Whilst pen and quill cry in cup
Unused refused and trampled down
But Oh! Beyond the window
But what is that I see?
Perfection in its finery
And she is beckoning for me
Avast! And don’t be sullied
The dream is not for real!
This boy is in a daydream
Calloused from reality
For occupation is a tid bit boring
But hope is in the people
And love is out beyond four walls
Beyond few more hours to endure
Nov 20, 2010
Nov 20, 2010 at 5:51 PM UTC
On slopes, in crest
Is her dowry found, friend of mud and clay
Attain approval
Pertain to promise
Submit to doable demise
Alight my heart!
Be true to self
Keep sword and shield in hand
Put death to fear!
Give life to love
As love be something fair.
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How soon? How soon?
The time draws near
When glisten creeps into eye
Take heart stand firm
And cherish true
The love of one so fair
Nov 20, 2010
Nov 20, 2010 at 5:45 PM UTC
Two doors stand between us
And a patch of green grass
Our love for another
Our love for each other
As two we a separate
In time become one
Our choice will be honoured
Behind backs none will speak
No regret in sobriety
For the drunk are not wise
My love you are blameless
My love you are mine
Nov 19, 2010
Nov 19, 2010 at 2:11 AM UTC
On rose and thistle
Does sunlight stumble
Toward what?
But a withered prospect.
Through hour through year
Through vain attempt.
In party of soil and breed.
Be picturesque
Be bloodied in struggle
At one with earth as in design
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But faint in breath
A scent of sadness
Spring up! And breast doth rise
In arch of flesh
Place colours of hope
Pray promise but from the father
So stay green grass
And red the flower
Of rose and thistle strain
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 8:59 PM UTC
When muse is lost
And flair be failing
To where do I look for my mana?
In the nooks and the crannys
Are the dregs and the pale
The thoughts not so worthy of print
In my heart is desire
For words that inspire
But I’m blocked by the rustle of feet!
The hum in the air
Craves pulling of hair
When will failings desist?
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In heart are the answers
Mature in their nature
Written in untarnished text
Virtuotous is patience
Commendable indeed
An art form infrequently found
To better myself
New teaching of tricks
No old dog here will be found
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Content will I be within silence
Awaiting the discharge of words
Come wind, come rain, come turbulent weather
Come fill my empty page
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 8:52 PM UTC