Even the truth hurts

Hurricane — Fri, 05 Oct 2007 19:32:31 +0000

Joy and Pain, It’s Christmas Time again

Hurricane — Tue, 12 Dec 2006 07:33:28 +0000

Joy and Pain, It’s Christmas Time again
Lord, please have mercy upon your children.

If I was to leave this world today, would anyone notice or would anyone care. I sit in a dark lonely room covered with blame. Where is my family? All of my friends are asleep.

If I was to leave this world today, I don’t think anyone would miss me because they don’t understand what I go through this time of the year. My strong outer appearance and the images I project are hiding what’s really cooking inside my spirit.

Every Christmas song and holiday melody sounds like funeral bells. Based on my rearing and religious beliefs, these moments are suppose to be good cheers and blessing, but there are not. This dark lonely and bitter room has many residents from all walks of life and generations. We share the cold grim holiday cheer and a steaming cup of apple cider.
As I walk home in my mind, there is no room for romance and love. My chairs creek with envy and my tables reek of dead rose pedals.
Every winter, a choice and the same decrepit voice slithers into my bed. As I awake to enjoy another day, the pain keeps watching for a weak spot. The quiet is testing my thoughts. It’s just a matter of time before my nights are permanent. I want to leave, but the cold winds are too fast.

If I was to leave this world today, where would I go? My life has no peace. What I used to call home has no welcome mat. It’s getting colder in my room with just one coat and one shoe. As I walk though the alleyway behind the hospital, sirens scream my name in blood and jingle bells tease my existence.

Cursed people prance on fire around a Christmas tree. It’s there Joy and my Pain. All the gifts and champagne would have been mine if I didn’t have to run away. If I didn’t have so much money and greedy fingers, I’d feel the most joyful time of the year.
It’s those dang bells. Stop them from ringing! Please stop singing! Lord, please have mercy upon your children. We’ve lost our sanctified meaning.

** The piece was written to respect and honor the souls who do not feel the same joy around the holiday season. If you look around, one out of five people may contemplate suicide. “Most popular press articles suggest a link between the winter holidays and suicides (Annenberg Public Policy Center of the University of Pennsylvania 2003). However, this claim is just a myth. In fact, suicide rates in the United States are lowest in the winter and highest in the spring (CDC 1985, McCleary et al. 1991, Warren et al. 1983).” (quoted from DCD website - http://www.cdc.gov/ncipc/factsheets/suifacts.htm) My advice is to pay attention to the warning signs and embrace your neighbor, family, and friends with love.

Voices of the Wind -Featured Poem

Hurricane — Fri, 01 Dec 2006 04:59:54 +0000

Remix

Areyoulookingforlove?
Has love found you?
if so, who

if not, I’d do
everythingtofind
a secure place inside your

kissesandhugs
rhythm of love
a n d d a n c e (remixed by Zion)
with us in mind

http://groups.myspace.com/VoicesoftheWind

(Short Story Project) Red Wine Study

Hurricane — Tue, 25 Jul 2006 00:52:31 +0000

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Amidst the dark corners in the library study, a senior student studies the correlations of the biblical text to demonic possession. The lights are turned off. Rays of the evening sun pierce through the cracks in the stacks of old weathered newspapers and books. He ruffles the pages. Dust flickers in a cyclone motion and settles gently on the desk. As he reads the charcoal stained pages of the Winster’s Chronicle, his cigarette slowly burns into the filter in this ever so quiet moment. There’s no noise from the wind or any form of life. Only the tearing sound from the turn of each page ripples the words to existence. In a snap, he quickly looked over at the stack of books. He thought he saw a roach crawling over his hand. After checking under the table, he found nothing but the shadows of the table legs.

“She had no idea about the twenty five killings in this house. There was an old folktale about the Winster mansion; Folk say the walls are covered in blood at the strike of 3:20 AM. About 20 years ago, a family from 10 German generations lived in this home.

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UPCOMING RELEASE OF NEW BOOK

Hurricane — Tue, 25 Jul 2006 00:40:16 +0000

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
“Make paper, talk later,” is a favorite quote by creative new talent, Melvin L. Williams, but after founding his own business, a book scheduled for release later this year, and a future plan involving a whole new series, maybe that quote should read, “Make way, here comes Melvin Williams!”
Fairfax, Virginia, March 18, 2006 - Distinguished and well-versed businessman and poet, Melvin L. Williams is a dynamic thinker. Always exploring for a new path of life, Melvin has a unique talent to rise above things and see the bigger detail.
You never know, you just may see Williams walking in the park, bicycling, listening to music, or being a volunteer at local functions. But with a love of writing, he is usually with pen in hand and skillfully speaking his thoughts. Williams has written numerous short stories, plays, and poetry with an interest in motivational poetry for friends and family or personalized poetry for special occasions. His expertise? Writing genuinely from the heart.
Knowing what he wanted to make of his life, Williams has accomplished those goals and is paving the way for the next path of life with his new book just on the horizon. William chuckles, “writing has become my adult psychotherapy for today’s caffeine-enriched society for happiness and success.”

His book, to be released later this year, is different because it combines all of his poetic talents along with his life story from a chronological approach and the perspectives of my friends to make it truly intriguing and provocative. It also highlights the life challenges of a man’s survival from rural suburbia living to high-paced metropolitan are while serving in the military.

It is no doubt Williams is reaching such amazing heights with his words and books, he is outright enthusiastic about life and is dedicated in being an imaginative and insightful. If you would like further information about Melvin Williams, you can reach him at author@melvinlwilliams.com.