Aiden Williams

Aiden Williams Jan 2013

Imagine this:

Sitting ignorant in your infancy,
In the place you call your home
Your father sits and comforts you
Saying "I shall never leave you alone".
Then all of a sudden a sounds erupts,
Knocking at your door.

A violent thrashing, consuming the joy that had once warmed your spirit,
Your fear kicks in, so you cover your eyes as you cannot bear to hear it.

Your father gone, nowhere to be seen,
You think he's abandoned you
You begin to scream.
Your screams echo the house,
Emotion not withheld,
But while your screams and cries occur,
The sound of silence begins to stir
The sound of what once threatened your soul,
Has turned out to be no more.

Your father gone so you begin to resent him,
And you fail to realise the sacrifice given,
For without his grace, now where would you be?
Buried deep in the ground?
Deep in the sea?
One day we all shall not fail to see
How much was given for you and for me.

The war is not over, but victory's won,
By the love of the Father
The love of the Son.

Aiden Williams Jan 2013

Grey Dweller

In the space between spaces
An unchosen man dwells,
to make choice without choosing,
A ship without a sail.

A man with no expression,
A man with little zeal,
A man when only asked of him does he choose to feel.
Never is his allegiance limited to one,
Pleasing those that live under the sun.

Driven by uncertainty
Adaptive on command.
Like the letters in the sand
They have purpose for a while,
Forever they're rocking a fabricated smile.

The depth of a body of water on concrete.
The unchosen man does loiter,
But denies such coin featured, secretive behaviour
Like a guilty man next to his lawyers chair,
His spine begins to shiver.

Aiden Williams Jan 2013

Firmament

Sustenance perfected,
Shield crafted by holiness
Broken by glaring life,
Pleasurable heat.
At the Earths crown
Most times a luxury,
In the Earth's cradle
Sometimes a burden.
Taken for granted,
Spoiled by man.
A most desirable setting,
With sea and with sand.

Aiden Williams Jan 2013

Juice!

Sweet.
Sweeter still.
Tickling the tongue,
Numbing the body,
Surrounding the pillar,
Like a fruit dipped in sugar.

Sweetness and glory,
Morning or noon,
Noon to the dusk time,
From the moon to the Sun.

As an Aquarius climbs her Walls,
Walkers begin to shiver,
Teeth begin to clench.
Eyes roll back into the mind,
Oh but yet dig deeper
For any treasure we should find.

Humidity, with no rays.
A high, but no purple haze.
Precipitation with no sign of clouds,
A body of water in a body of water,
To be released onto this silk.
Like a lamp to be rubbed
There is only one wish,
If time could simply rewind.
Sweeter still.
Sweet.

Aiden Williams Jan 2013

Profound Heat; No Aubade

Sweet the skin,
The taste of hazel,
Her eyes the colour of passion.
The curvature of her bones like the number of August.
The sheen of her body the colour of Spring.
Between her lips the warmth of an ocean
To be liberated from its dam of cotton.
Warm silk,
Thick, warm to the touch
Like the flesh of a peach,
Sweetness of a plum.

A lock to a key,
The sand to the sea.
Freedom --
And creation.

Humidity of the Amazon,
Sweat of the wild.
Intensity of fear
Gravitys pressure
Lost in space between flesh,
Covered in a flickering light
Just the outline in your sight.
Her body akin to mans best friend
Each nerve touched to the brainwaves sent,
Glee only seen by the twitch of the bottom kiss.

As the light protrudes through the window pane,
No interruptions,
No aubade.
Into the light,
To match heat emitted of the Sun.

Aiden Williams Jan 2013

Memoir of a Time Machine

The coldness of death a long-lasting rest,
Leaving with nothing
But waits for the best,
Nakedness in its last form.

A tenderness in the eyes,
Contours of wisdom etched in the flesh.
A generation of love soon to end,
On their ageing weak bodies no longer to depend.

A house made into a home
once was but now not alone
a life blessing in the form of new life.
Though joy they may bring
Still lives filled with strife
The home here is rife with love
Due to the time of a husband
The work of a son,
The care of a daughter,
And the faith of a wife.

At first sight a feeling of disdain
ends up with a kiss in the rain.

New friendships formed on a seemingly life-long journey.
Much was learned, much forgot.
Those that make impressions will still be part of the plot.

Her heart beats in your ears as you drift off to sleep.
Weightless in her arms.
Not a sound, not a peep.

The coldness of light when it first hits the eyes,
Coming with nothing
A bittersweet surprise,
Nakedness in its first form.

Aiden Williams Jan 2013

A.S. Fergie

Beauty.
Undeniable.
To be longed for by many,
At times including I.
Motivations unknown,
Like a dove she has flown
In and out of the clouds of my life.
To come back wanting?
To leave longing?
The questions unanswered.
To her heart they long after
Hope time is not squandered
for her they long after,
but what shall I get?