Antonio Williams

born for a purpose,
he held to his course.
till his last drops,
he showed his love,
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you looked at me and you saw a future,
a beautiful life of joy and wonder.
i looked at you and i saw torture,
greamy evenings with words of murder.
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a lovely night,
as the moon shines brightly
as the wind's mouth is shut,
but opens slightly;
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the sweetness of the summer sun
the beauty of a fresh flower,
the soothingness of birds melodies,
the spectacular beauty of a rainbow,
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i can whisper in your ears,
silently, gently, smoothly,
when no one hears.
as you chase dreams slowly,
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it was in the morning,
very eary in the morning,
listening very keenly,
i could hear the musicality
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when i saw her, she was...
as tempting as the devil
and attractive as diamonds
as beautiful as a princess;
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i watched 'e sun lazily dawn
i heard 'e birds' cheer laudy:
the new day break shine,
the new day break is sweet!
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the sky was yellow
or so it seemed...
looking from a distance
everyone was mellow
...

When a child is born,
in the bliss and the excitement,
just like in a new day break,
with the uncertainity of the new day,
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untainted fragrance in 'e air
of crimson pearls of red.
beauty blossoms by 'e touch,
awaiting glad receiving.
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in the garden of love, i picked a fruit.
it looked so good, that you could smell its taste.
you could go on disagreeing that underating,
probably on the day of site seeing.
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i remember when i saw you,
in your swinging slow gait
that left you seemingly floating.
oh! how my heart leapt a beat.
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how I wished it to be true,
how I spent every minute;
every second of my life for you
how I thot you were perfect
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Death, oh death!
why would you scare me?
i heard of you, ran and hid.
you took friends of friends,
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tell me our love was real
coz it feels that way still
tell new you found happiness
and the promises they said.
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as the sun goes down,
i heard the crickets call,
one after another untiringly
bidding the day a goodbye
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Though straight it looks crooked,
a corner turned, is a gift received,
looking for the city promised.
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they turned you to a monster,
and rubbed your wounds open,
cursed did them your name,
and danced their thoughts of shame
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oh, what a dark time!
how a bleeding heart aches
how it beats so slowly
but strongly shakes to the core
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