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Aiden Williams Jan 2013
Dreamscapes of a falsified intimate paradise
Magnified by the wishes of
A lost individual,
A time or a place which would seem remedial,
A sleep or a time of great waiting and fading,
Where the mind does decay but the soul still there lay.
A time of great celebratory love which comes from the love of three,
Only a few of many shall see
What is offered to thee.
Though opportunity given to all,
Where some shall climb and win this wall
Others shall try and shall indefinitely fall,
Where others shall lay idle and not try at all.
Elysium waits at thy gate oh youth,
Though not during thy rest,
But till after at best.
Aiden Williams Jan 2013
Pure sweetness from natures *****,
It's true taste magnified by its beauty.
A Rose among nettles
Even a sample comes from a dreamscape of perfection.

Fresh from the combs of bee's,
A honey so thick,
An aroma so beautiful
It encompasses the mind
With the likeness of heaven itself.

Sugary sweet,
Like when two tongues meet
In a matrimonial ceremony of love.
There is no sweetness
Like the sweetness of
Brown sugar
Sugar that has been granted from up above.
Aiden Williams Jan 2013
Flesh between fabric,
Love between flesh.
Another flesh within your reach,
Not a flesh you call your own,
For they are alone
Waiting in your home.

While you were in your zone
your mind, clouded.
Confidence, boosted,
The latex, you used it,
But when you wake up
You find your essence ghosted.

Regret like a flood,
Drowns your eyes
every breath taken
Forms an inevitable sigh.

If all you have is one night,
an all-time friend
or a late night lover.

One night,
Fabricated pleasure takes physical form
Do you tell the one waiting,
Or protect them from harm.

One night,
With the reciprocated love you say you hold so close to your heart,
The one who forever longs to dance to your beat,
Do you risk the pain of being left in the street
or wait until the cracks open from beneath your feet.
Aiden Williams Jan 2013
Liquid gold,
The substance of purity filled with the testament to man's very genius.

Reliant on nothing but relied upon by all,
The very life force of Earth,
An infatuated Earth
with a love song dedicated
to the very existence of the sun,
For permeating its varied skin tone
Bringing it the moisture it desires.
What it deserves.

For what is taken for granted
is often the cause of great happiness.
Often unnoticed but never not present,
A commodity on this Earth but a long forgotten Godsend.

Believe it or not,
it’s water.
Aiden Williams Jan 2013
A seal,
Broken.
Unconditional trust,
Destroyed.
The line,
Crossed.

Sublime beauty contrasted by the blackness of betrayal
Left to deteriorate like a Rose in the devastating hail
An apple sweet and perfect as the day of Creation
With a core that has rotted though the hungry still crave for more.

What a time machine could do, would it still be done?
Or are we still caught up ignoring the love of the Son,
For an apple so much sweeter than what these trees can give,
A commodity would be if the box had yet stayed closed.

As the fallen stars impose upon us what we see as wealth,
And the works of "The Man" threaten to diminish our health,
We fail to see the potential of our self,
If only the box were left closed
And the boat was not rocked,
Beauty undefined
No metal unrefined
Our tool would be love,
In the skies up above.
Aiden Williams Jan 2013
In the thunder and rain,
You hear your new wife calling,
Although she's not your wife yet,
Some would call it wishful thinking.
You did promise her though
to sweep her off her feet,
and not put her down
No not to put her down,
But to take her high up,
without any fear of ever falling back down.

She would say you're like Superman,
But with no red pants,
And a caramel skin tone.
You would say you're like Batman,
Protector of your life,
Saviour of your wife,
And when you're not at home
Her courage when you're gone.

Every time I write these words
I only think about you,
However much I say I love you
She says it sounds absurd.
Not that she doesn't love me back
but her love for me she thinks I can't match.
Like the contours on a Rolex watch,
Or the exclusive Cheetah's spots,
What she is, is my Kelly's '12 Play'
I could listen to her lyrics all day,
and at the dusk just to hear her say:
I love you, I need you,
Boy there wouldn't be another to replace you,
Man don't that sound sweet,
Like a siren's song
With peace instead of danger,
She's the perfect melody.

She can do no wrong,
Every night I swear I'll tell her,
Believe it you can quote me.
Aiden Williams Jan 2013
Shooting stars or flashing lights.
Steps to Heaven or fancy flights.

Craft of man replaced with the craft of machine.
Metallic forests
Gleaming in sunlight,
Emitting the fumes that are choking humanity,
Ignored by the ones that have caused this calamity.

Suffered by those who are slave to the rich,
Trained to aim for the skies ending up stuck in a ditch.

Those unworthy like a pigmentation of the skin.
The freckles of society,
Those with a hidden worth,
Rejected by the top
A generational curse,
Never destined to stop.
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