Why I Fly

I get into the plane
Strap myself in
Ready to go
Where I have not been

I plug in the mike
And grab the yoke
Hoping to God
That I will not choke

Air traffic chimes in
To tell us we’re clear
I put on my shades
They help hide my fear

Punch the throttle
My instructor yells
Now I am sure
We are going to hell

The engine winds up
As we begin our roll
I try so hard
To keep control

My instructor calls out,
V1 then V2
I pull back on the yoke
And head up to the blue

It seems like forever
As we slowly gain height
But soon we arrive
And I level the flight

My soul is now calmer
As I survey the sky
The beauty I see
Is why I must fly

A Not Smart Heart

by William Joseph

And why can’t I simply arrest
This mad thing beating in my chest.
For it lies and makes promises to me
Of love and things which cannot be

If only I will follow its plan
To risk it all and save this man
From throwing away a life of dances
Upon the heap of second chances

I compromise and tell my heart
I don’t expect you to be smart
Just please do not allow the pain
To find it’s way inside again

So onward now I do go
Reaping the fruits my heart did sow
Capriciously he sings his song
Expecting me to play along

A Struggle With Destiny

A Struggle With Destiny

by William Joseph M

Life is full of scripted moments
Which attest to the presence of destiny
And an understanding that our road begins and ends
At the whim of something beyond our reach

Yet we impatiently fill our time
With hopes and cravings and wishes
As if we can bring, somehow
Glorious orderly perfection
To a life less glorious, less perfect
Though our will is scarcely regarded
What room then, for a dream?

Even so we eagerly endeavor
To prophesize our own fortunes
Refusing to defer to the stubborn reality of life
Which seeks not our permission nor our approval

Somehow, with brash determination
We wade against the rushing waters
In this river of tumult called Humanity
And dare yet to dream a dream
As we stare fate in her unflinching eyes,
Shake off her binds from our feet and whisper –
I live, but for a price, I will live

Absence of Your Light

by William Joseph M

I have mistaken my own fate
For I long for you in your absence
And crave you like it is the very first day
That we are saying sweet things to each other
Learning of a love which will never be compared

No, never

I am beginning to understand the depth
Of all the despair of lovers who came before me
For I know now that it is not a given
That fate will work in my favor
It seems I’m left to love you for lifetimes to come

Not this one

Maybe it is possible that this is not the first lifetime
We’ve loved each other, still unprepared for the end
We stumble into the lives of one another each time
Unaware, falling in love again in each new existence
Only to learn that fate stubbornly refuses to allow permanence

Why forsake me?

What crime have I committed which brings me this judgement?
I shake my fist at that which keeps you from me
My heart has been emptied of all that I adore
I am cold and alone in the absence of your light
And I beg for mercy which I know may never come.

Thirst

Imagine a thirsty moment
Your parched throat needs relief
Now consider me your water
And splash me against your teeth

Feel my soothing wetness
Dance upon your tongue
As I dribble down your throat
From your palate which I have clung

Now take another drink of me
And swirl me in your mouth
Cleanse your ginger breath
As you swish me all about

Take all of me and swallow
As your desires I submerse
And remember me my darling
Each time you might feel thirst

Knowing You

by William Joseph M

The chance to know a person well
Comes much too infrequently, I say
To let an opportunity pass
Or die just as another day

Our time here is like a shooting star
Burning briefly in the sky
Turn away and the moment passes
An occasion to beatify

To you and I has come a feeling
That neither of us should retreat
From this path of wishful indulgence
Keeping both our hearts replete

So I say to you, my precious
Blessed is he who knows you well
Witnessing your lovely splendor
Has left my desire for you compelled

Status

To all the ones who think they’re mighty
People of status so neat and tidy
It is not the measure you’ve been thinking
That each one gauges the other, winking

Rather look at children you’ve touched
Not with hands or arms and such
But with kind words or emotion
This could be the a secret potion

Which cures the ills of each side included
Surely your wealth will not be diluted
If a child is seen with open eyes
Could mean more than currency buys

Maybe you will alter your fate
Will do no good to hesitate
Make a difference for once or more
Just leave your status at the door

by William Micke
c. 2011

My Words My Life

The thrill of imagination sometimes seeps into my mind
Illuminating the sight of a man so blind
Is it raindrops I see
Or squirrels under a tree
Words can be so difficult to find

I sometimes see the world covered in gray
Hoping to visualize colors some day.
And then it arrives
An idea that thrives
On paper my mind begins to play

Anguish is when my vision grows dim
My mind left colorless and gray again
Alas I can dream
Though it may seem
I will never regain use of my pen

by William Micke
c. 2011

Ocean of My Desire

The ocean in my back yard,
A mirror of myself.
Brings serenity to my being,
Helping me to understand.

The waves are like my desire,
Rising gently from the calm sea
Reaching desperately toward the shore,
Before withdrawing back unto itself.

The grains of sand are like my thoughts,
Limitless and always present,
Absorbing each ray of sunlight
Like words listened to by me.

The birds overhead are like my hope,
Flying higher up to the clouds,
Until I feel butterflies in my stomach
Looking down to reveal the vastness below.

The glowing sun is like my soul,
At times, unwilling to invite a gaze.
But then, in the span of its orbit, briefly,
A beautiful sight to behold

Before slipping slowly beneath the sea.

by William Micke
2011

~~Soli Deo gloria

Beautiful Creature

I notice her walk by me
This beautiful creature
So vibrantly attired
Oblivious to my attentive gaze.

Her flowing hair does move
Gracefully against her face
The light rhythm of her gait
Trumpets her arrival in this place

She turns for a moment to reveal
Shiney decorations upon her delicate ears
Which give evidence of her dedication to her looks
Revealing the beauty of her feminine nature.

She notices me gazing shyly at her from a distance
Our eyes meet for a fleeting moment
She looks away indifferently
But betrays herself with a bashful smile

My intentions now are made clear
To admire this lovely creature from afar
She glances back for just a moment
Allowing me the grace of returning a smile

by William Micke