Michael J Williams

If I could only finish what I started
I'd let the fates portend my end
If only my deeds would not be thwarted
My soul would ably, no doubt, ascend
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The excitement of a bookshop full of volumes he's never read
Causes the bibliophile to lose his bookish head
He anticipates the possibilities of getting lost, with mirth,
In some rare and undiscovered tome… for a fraction of its worth!
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Sometimes I go inside my brain
where memories reside
visiting times from youth
where fears and pleasantries collide
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I can't believe I'm in this position
The world has gone insane
My family is my only comfort …
and my greatest source of pain
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Forty years on a factory floor… makes a man cold, hard and efficient
With an economy of motion, he accomplishes his tedious task
After the work is all done, the ‘working man's curse' comes a calling
Weekends are full of aches, pains and aggravations most proficient
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I wanted to do important things,
But life got in the way
Great deeds were to be performed… and respected
I wanted to be someone relevant,
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I'm afraid that I'll be forgotten
Like so many men before
Who recalls their great-great ancestors,
From ancient times of yore?
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'Come be with me, and you shall see
I'll make your problems go away'
said Death as she pressed her cold lips near mine
At last I realized the only kiss of desire that I had ever known
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Don't go in the basement
It's a scary place to be
There's a little boy
Who lurks down there
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What person,
who has ever lived
has never said
'I am broken, and I cannot go on this way anymore'
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When You were just you
And I was just me
Life was dull
Or so it seemed
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They shouldn't do it for the money
They shouldn't do it for the fame
They should do it ‘cause it needs doing
If not… no one's left to blame
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They lived among the native population,
a people who naively helped them to survive.
This innocent assistance … destroyed a native culture
and caused a native way of life… to come to its demise.
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Each spring morn I hear little songbirds sweetly
urging the sleepy sun to wake up and warm them
and provide light so they can find material
to build their nests, lay eggs, and get on with their lives
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My poems are like little planets
that never seem to have enough gravity
to attract any more mass than they acquired
in the initial burst of inspiration at their creation
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Am I to be my brother's keeper?
What's his worth, that I should compromise?
Why am I tasked, to be his servant?
Why must I bow before my brother… if it causes my demise?
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I never heard of Ozymandias
until I read Percy's poem

I never met my father's dad
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My first encounter with my genealogy
I could scarce conceive the things my family endured
Questions to my father were abundant
Alas, he had few answers
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The giant maw of the great beast was the span of 5 or 6 men, fingertip to fingertip
It devoured whole fields of wheat and oats and maize… and filled its' gullet
And then shit out the chaff and straw and husks, in bits too small to use
For bedding for cows or sheep… if you could collect it
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Heaven cracked wide open, and the angels fell to Earth
To harvest the souls of the dying
The sky was red and foreboding, the masked air was… unusually heavy
The people of Earth were afraid of everything
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