You remind me of the moon,

Because I told all the stars about you

How you are the centre of attention

The subject of my affection

You’re my Miss Hollywood

Up there orbiting on the carpet of navy blue

You remind me of the moon,

No, not because you are out of the reach of my touch as such

But because you are beautiful, intelligent and virtuous

You are also enigmatic and mysterious

And that’s the rarest combination known to man

That’s why people will always feint interest the best they can

In trying to get to know you

Probing out of curiosity for whatever gold they can find

Not genuinely interested in your mind

It’s only a matter of time

Till their curiosity dies because it wasn’t true

Despite all their probes for your goldmine

And despite being so often misunderstood

You somehow still manage to put all that behind,

And in all your glory and splendour, continue to shine

Your effortless grace has always been a goal of mine

And that’s something not everyone knows

How to love much less how to treat you good

You remind me of the moon

Because you shine your light in spite of all the darkness

You give me hope, because you are able to see good

The good in me that I hardly could

Despite my past mess

You helped me see to museums in me

Where I saw empty hallways

Your moonlight brighten up my darkest days

You showed me how to love my imperfections perfectly

How to appreciate my mistakes and my victories each equally

You remind me of the moon,

Because I see you as my muse

You make me nostalgic

Nostalgic for a love that hasn’t even happened yet

And in a way I wished I wasn’t such a hopeless romantic

Because I’ve romanticized every interaction I never had with you

And although I’m creating expectations that seem unrealistic,

With no guarantee, I’m willing to bet

That I won’t regret because you are worth it

You remind me of the moon

Mostly because I feel like we are kindred spirits

Because when the stars light up my room

And I find myself alone talking to the moon

Whispering my prayers and all my secrets

Wishing you could hear it too

Wishing I was telling you

You remind me of the moon

Because you show me that side of you

That you don’t show anyone else

Pillow talk and Facetime

Are just better in the moonshine nighttime

Our late night conversations are your nightcap

I know you like that

Because you stay up beyond your bedtime

Just to keep my company as we break our curfews

You remind me so much of the moon

Partially because of the distance between us

But distance means so little

When someone means so much

And even though we may be physically apart,

Emotionally our hearts couldn’t be closer

Like the moon’s effect on the rising tides of the ocean

We gravitate to each other

By forces beyond our own comprehension

You remind me of the moon

The moon understands what it means to be human

Uncertain, alone, cratered by imperfections

Sometimes weak and wan,

Other times full of light and strong

Every day it’s a different version

Of itself but it never leaves,

It’s always there like a loyal companion

Watching on

At the end of the day

Whenever I’m feeling lonely

I just look at the moon,

Thinking that’s it’s just me and the moon only

But I know that wherever you are,

You are probably looking right at it too

Because that’s what Soulmates do

The moon reminds me of you,

Because the moon knows,

That as long as there’s a moon

I will always think of you

(c)A. Williams,

20.12.18

#Moonstruck

#LovePoem

#Romantic

If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it? - Kendrick Lamar

(Poetic Justice)

Long live the Rose

That Grew from Concrete

Because the Rose that Blooms

In the Midst of Adversity 

Is the Rarest and most Beautiful of All

Roses are often romanticised for their majestic beauty

But people often overlook the other parts of their story

That they are blessed with a heart unlike any other wildflower

Strong enough to rise again

After being trampled on

Tough enough to weather

The brunt of summer, and the worst of winter

And even being able to grow and flourish

In the most broken of places

Showing that good can come from desolated/barren lands

Where their thorns are their battle scars

That's why I appreciate that Roses have thorns

Because it's part and parcel of who they really are

From one difficulty to another, they learn to bounce back

This while keeping all their enticing petals in tact

Their beauty remains untainted despite the vicissitudes of life

Constantly finding a way to strive, finding a way to thrive

Blooming from wounds where they once bled

I guess that why they always said that "Roses are red"

Roses have thorns

Because it knows

That its overall beauty will

Reel us in

Roses have thorns

To teach us to be

Appreciative without being possessive

Roses have thorns

Since it's better to be defensive

Because humans can be pricks

Roses have thorns

As a means of protection

Because it is delicate and frail

Roses have thorns

To remind the obsessive man

That it is not written in braille 

You can love her but leave her free

Roses have thorns

Because even perfection isn't flawless

Roses have thorns

But it doesn't make them worth less

Roses have thorns

Because love can be destructive

And some people just can't be trusted 

Roses have thorns

To remind the intrusive hand

It can be cherish without possessed

Roses have thorns

To give a voice to the voiceless

Roses have thorns

Because if we say we love them

And we really do

We will love them through and through

Roses have thorns

Because it knows

That touch can kill

Roses have thorns

But we love them still

And as far as Roses go

You are the one of the sweetest one I know

Despite the many thorns of life that you've been exposed to

You've endured it all and gracefully bloomed

So much so that you are still radiant to the eye

I still think your Rose with its thorns and all

Is worth it

Is perfect

If ever there was one

And just in case you thought that, to say all this it's nice of me

Because I only see through Rose-tinted lens

It's because you don't see what I see

To see your growth to exude such self confidence

It's alluring as it is inspiring

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I am saying all this to say,

That I'm sorry I didn't get you Roses for Valentine's Day

But I wrote you these poems instead,

Because the appeal of physical Roses only lasts till the last petal is shed,

At that point the Rose is long dead,

But these words that I had have written down

On paper might as well be casted in stone

Because everything that you would have read

Is transplanted from the deep soil beds of love in my heart

To the evergreen garden in your head

Where it won't wither away but will flourish from day to day

(c) A.Williams, 2018.

February 14, 2018.

#Roses

#RosesHaveThorns

#ValentinesDay

#ValentinesDayPoem

#RosesforHer

I just seem to be going through the motions of the service, my movements are mere ritual

But for others they are feeling the spirit of worship it seems so genuinely spiritual

Even when singing my voice is in a low pitch and even lower decibel

Others are screaming and shouting louder than a Jezebel

Maybe is not my fault that I wasn’t born with that kind of synergy

Or it is that others are just naturally overflowing with tons of energy

All I know is that the act of worship I am taking really seriously

I tell myself, I am not putting on a performance for others to think of me religiously

I am internalizing and meditating on the words of the hymns

Not being carried away by the crowd and dancing to its beats and rhythms

Worship should not be a forced act but a manifestation of your personal joy

It should not be a troublesome burden but rather something to love and enjoy

Maybe the issue is obviously down to the fact that I am ultra conservative

Whilst the other worshippers are simply much more lively and expressive

I am unfamiliar with the new songs as well as the old classics

Clapping of hands, raising of voices and stomping of feet, I struggle to sway my hips

The Spirit is moving but somehow I am riveted & unlike everyone else closed my lips

Thank God for granting me daily his Saving Grace – that undeserved gift

Because when it comes to the act of worship apparently I’m still a novice

(c) A.Williams, 2014.

Hey, you’re not here

and I’m beginning

the crux

of my tomorrows

without you

safely tucked

inside my yearning heart.

I step into bleak darkness

of pregnant clouds,

as I strain to reach

your absent hand.

My tears congeal

in stagnant rivers, as

ribbons tying us together

become frayed

and tattered shreds.

The sky ignites,

spewing out

your flickering image

in volcanoes of

gray lava, leaving

a trail down the tracks

we have trod.

Although it was time

for you to leave,

you breathe

inside me

as I try

to copy and paste

the kisses I have saved.

But where is your sun?

  Finding My Crowd/I would have thought...

I would have thought that by now

I would have found my people

I would have found my crowd

My crowd with who I am fine being around

There would be an undeniable sense of belonging

A spirit of companionship, camaraderie and community

No questioning of loyalty because that’s a certainty

No doubt

I would have found my social circle

And been fully settled in

And gone past that awkward hurdle

Of gaining trust, understanding and acceptance

And knew who my closest friends are

I would have found persons who shared the same interests

Liked the same things

Possessed similar attributes and the same traits

All like-minded, creatively open and not one-sided

We would do basically the same things for fun

This is how I thought my race would be run

I would have thought by now

I would have found my feet

I would have found my place

I would have found my street 

Adulting instinctively without missing a beat

Excelling at every given task

And meeting each new feat

I envisioned a High speed chase

With success where I’m oblivious to defeat

Where the regrets of leaving my parents’ home

And standing on my own

Would by now at least retreat 

I would have thought by now

I would have found my path

I would have found my journey 

I would be making the most of every opportunity that comes my way

Because I was confident in my abilities and would seize the day

I would have fully grown

Grown and grown, but not just exponentially

In terms of stature, yeah 6 ft in height but a Giant in character

Also grown exponentially in terms of maturity 

Leaving no space internally for worries and anxiety

And graduated from self-pity and self-hatred

I would have thought by now

I would have been certain of

What I would be in the future career-wise

But I remain indecisive as to where I should specialise

I would be certain of what the future holds

So certain as if my goals were set in stone

Neither naysayers or self-doubts could break the mould

I would of my destiny be in relative control

I thought by now I would have found myself

I would have been walking in my purpose

I would have known the workings of my moral compass

What values were negotiable from those non-negotiable

Known what I stood for and what I believed in

By this time I would have been assured in what my worth was

I would have been comfortable in my skin

So comfortable I would be proud of my own twin

If I had one,

I know I would be proud of me and proud of him

I don’t know, I don’t know

I guess I would have thought that by now

My life would have been perfect

I thought my life would been just how teenaged me would have imagined

My adolescent existence should have been much different

It shouldn’t have been this unsightly mess

But that’s just the incomprehensible thing about life, I found for me

You can set goals to be achieved by certain time dates

You can have dreams to be realized and plan it to a T

But that’s no assurance that the proposed plot will stick to the script

Sometimes it’s a matter of your own doing

Sometimes it’s not, just an act of fate

In this transitional phase, growth occurs at varying rates

It’s inevitable so of course it’s expected to be somehow manifested

But it’s still an organic process to grow

Sometimes it’s linear- predictable, even and slow

Sometimes it’s exponential - very fast paced

But in any case,

It’s best if you try not to ascribe a fixed timeline or a set age

Focus on yourself because not everyone is on the same page

The best advice is that you just have to

Trust the Process.

(c) A.Williams, 2017.