Roy Williams IV

Written On a Charter Bus

March 5, 2016
3:45 AM

Mist and a red glow,
The moon like a nearly closing eye.
Life comes waiting like broken glass in the darkness.

Book Review: Praying the Bible - Donald S. Whitney

Today, I started (and finished) a little 100-page book that has benefited me more than I could have ever imagined.

epitaph to my writer’s block

I try my best to blur the lines that hold me back.

That doesn’t always work.

Oftentimes I make new lines.

Call them names like Busy and Not In The Mood.

more than awareness.

Men with grave accents 
and women with worried mouths
gathered around
all grey and grim
under the bridge.

wildfire love.

Before I’m off for good
and gone,
there’s more I’d like to say
of you
and how you laugh
with your entire body
face afire
with joy I recognize 
as if all else were pitch.

waste the clocks.

What would happen if we left it all behind?

Throw away all the clocks.

And forget the time.

Without all the distraction,

the best part of being alone

The best part of being alone 
Is the silence. 
But it’s not so very silent. 
You can just hear your head better. 
Clearly,
Voices (your own and others) fighting for attention.
Not schizophrenia, 
(Though it could be.)
Just the conflictedness that is humanity.

grape gum

Love is sharing your last piece of grape gum
Giving it away,
Watching as it pops behind their lips.
Lovely lips,
Soft as sand dunes
And doubly precious,
Their feeling full, friendly, and familiar.
Even with the grapey smell
Breathtakingly beautiful
And altogether all you want
And need.
Who needs gum?
Well…

casting shadows

Casting shadows. 
All we do casts shadows. 
The hand we raise 
In love or hate 
Casts a shadow. 
The things we make,
Books and bullets,
Cast shadows. 
The children we rear 
Austere or rebellious
Raise their own hands,
Make their own craft,
Rear their own kind, 
And ever on. 
Our forefathers cast…