Monday, July 29, 2013

LOVE AND WAR (quickie w/Bdiz)

Love…is not a battlefield

It’s not what some make it out to be
Hand in hand gestures sometimes 
Misconstrued to be one in the same, but 
When outside interferences try to cause 
A battle by those who are so miserable with 
Themselves and want everyone around them 
As miserable as they are, they become “Love Haters”
But the object is to see past the ill intent and the fakers

No…Love is not a battlefield
But when the Love Haters declare war on 
What they believe is a weakness in Loves Armor
 It’s worth fighting for and sometimes you 
Find yourself on the frontlines, but when you’re
Armed with Trust, Respect and dangerously in Love 
You have to present a unified front, so no matter the
Weapon of choice they try and detonate the destruction
Implodes instead of explodes and after the smoke clears
True Loves foundation will remain

But, the war doesn't end 
And you have to do everything 
Not to change and maintain because
You have those who fail to respect the
Boundaries of your relationship, they come 
Equipped with grenades of bullshit, behind
Smoke-screens with key-boards
Not realizing before making moves that 
True Love is like notifications already knowing 
What they're trying 
To do

All you require is a soldier who is willing to get
Down in the trenches and fight the frienemies and foes
With you then the only casualties will be from the opposition
The ones who cock back their keyboards heat seeking your
Happiness, trying to gun down your future with screaming 
Bullets of jealousy...but when Love is presented through 
Divine intervention no weapon formed formed against you 
shall prosper

Needless to say, these are life lessons 
Proverbial scribes scripted in a form of gifted 
Gift giving to help keep your own love alive
Platoon ready ducking shots of doubt
To show that real Love isnt superficial 
Adult mentalities and pens as our pistols 
Never tired of this Love, so no treading on us
With matching fatigues 
We Ride or Die

All Rights Reserved © July 2013 Quise Williams

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

EVElyns Bluez...

First lady
As Michelle to
Barack but he's the
Adam that dropped 
The bomb, conjuring
Up these bluez
Thirsting for his
Hunger to be fed
To stroke his own
Ego with chest poked
Out simply because
He's man
Failing to compromise
Or communicate
Stating that," Men do
The hunting"
Without using the
Necessary tools of
Just a simple gesture
From, his counter-part
He goes it blindly and alone
Rolling stone
Hinges, too 
Heavy for him
To bare so he 
Returns the same
Way he left
Hollowed out
Like a turtle's
Shell, the same
Kind he's used to
Crawling in to
Hide his shame
He couldn't bare
The pain of witnessing
Her with hunger pains
So, she claimed that
She could do what he
Couldn't to relieve them
Returning with
Bushels of  the forbbiden
Knowing, if eaten
The world's suffering
Would be limitless but
Her thoughts were
She's suffered enough
Taking the first
Bite, juices running
Down her mouth as
The sweet smell and
Her seducing him
With her sensual
Prowess, reducing
His strength and
Will, leaving him
Powerless to
Her advances
Watching her as
She dances
Calling him forward
To take part in
The way she's
Moving, juices
Now streaming
Down her neck
He goes to kiss
Her and, tastes it
His lust for her flesh
Combined with hunger
He couldn't take it
Biting the fruit
They feast on
Lust bringing
Eternal damnation
Of strange fruit
He blames her
Resulting in
EVElyn's Bluez

Saturday, April 6, 2013


I feel it...
It runs thru the
Coarse of my veins
Like injections
Thats been injected
Since conception
I accepted....
The fact that, this
Is life for me..
Like a sentence, written or,
handed down, this...
Is life for me..
Power points like,
Needles stuck
The blood I bleed is
Black or Blue ink...
I feel it...
It runs thru the
Coarse of my veins...


All Rights Reserved © April 2013 Quise Williams

Tuesday, March 19, 2013


Perfected to perfection
To fitting between
And beneath mine
The gatekeeper to
Where seduction lies
The corridor to every
Beautiful unlocked thought
Casting Spells
Watching them form
To produce
The sounds in which
Angels sing
In the hues
Poectic artistry
Just to see them speak
Your lips
All Rights Reserved © March 2013 Quise Williams

Sunday, March 17, 2013


When two Loves parallel
Becoming weightless
No weight projected 
On any scale
No one outweighs
The other
There's a balance there
Being the beginning of
My days just as
I end your nights
Being the strength
To your counter's weaknesses
Mental and emotional
That spiritual connected
The swing to my pendulum
Able to read
The fine print
Embedded at the
Bottom of your soul
Etched in ink
Able to taste
The words being presented 
Representing what
The truth of those words mean
Spilled from lips
Without hesitation
I Love You         
                         All Rights Reserved © March 2013 Quise Williams

Sunday, February 24, 2013


Weapon of choice..
Rotation of mind
One dropped in
Fully loaded clip
Dropped in chamber
Sights locked in
Dangerous mind
Top slid back
I spit with
No kick back
Tight grip
I spit that
Automatic shit
Squeeze off
Without blinking
Black out
Without thinking
Heart racing
Witness the rain of
Spent shell casings
Hit the deck
No silencer
Silencing all
Negative dropped dimes
When I drop lines
Armed & Dangerous
The weapon of choice...
My mind

 All Rights Reserved © February 2013 Quise Williams


Wednesday, February 20, 2013




Sunday, February 17, 2013


"Dreams don't have deadlines"
Take care of yourself properly or
You wont have the energy to
Follow through for others
Peace comes easier
By embracing the never ending
Cycle of life
Winter is Always followed by spring
 And each death by a literal or 
Symbolic rebirth
Through your Angelic messages
They're there
Just listen

All Rights Reserved © February2013 Quise Williams

Saturday, February 16, 2013


She flies
And she's fly
Just as the plane that 
Carries her to warm embraces
Angel wings
Sitting on winged seat
Staring down at Love's eyes
Shaded by her flared wings
Infrared dots, project where
Shots of Love's injection
Pierced skin into
Metronomed beats of what
Gives me life
She flies
And she's fly
She gives me life
Like longevity
With gray hair sitting on
Porched chairs
Watching the stars
Orion's belt connecting
Our interlocked fingers
Wrapped in 
Stone-cut cyphers
That shine like
The stars in which
We gaze
Exhumed with
Indigo spirits
She flies
And she's fly

All Rights Reserved © February 2013 Quise Williams


Tuesday, February 5, 2013


Young man
Without worries
Born to ascend
That we
May too learn
To fly
All Rights Reserved © February 2013 Quise Williams

What I Wouldn't Give/duet w Bdiz

What I wouldn’t give...

To have your skin...pressed against my skin

Feeding off your energy

Angelic kisses

Tickled earlobe whispers

Just a touch to know that we live

What I wouldn’t give...

To feel your hair, brush across my face

Face to face…only to stare into your eyes

Reading what you're silence

What I wouldn’t give...

To wrap your femininity within my masculinity

Just to have you close to me

And drift

Into a peaceful sleep


What I wouldn’t give…

To have your arms and legs intertwined
With mine, resting the activity of our limbs
One atop the other

Your genesis holding my revelation
Suffocating the air between us

Holding me tight enough to feel my wings
Pressed into your chest…tight enough to feel
The expansion of your lungs, behind the space 
in your bones where you were lacking now 
reaching for me

Conversations where there are 
no words just inhales and exhales
Allowing our lungs to speak what 
Our hearts feel

Gentle caresses

Finger tipped confessions

Feeling the palm of your hand against
My cheek, imprinting your life line there

What I wouldn’t give…

To fall asleep to poetic lullabies
Your lyrics cascading down from
Earlobes, whispering love into my 

Just to be close to you

Set adrift and make memories with you

To rest easy…with you

With the assurance that you will
Kiss a sunrise into my spine 
Breathe a blue sky into my body 
Signaling the start of a new day
Its Morning

All Rights Reserved © February 2013 Quise Williams 

Friday, February 1, 2013


Locked in an acoustic room
Voices bouncing off paint-peeled walls 
From nobody hearing the screams from within
Conversing with the sounds of your own voice
Yelling back at you
No pads on walls to save you from the bruises
The cuts
Scraping away your sanity one layer at a time
Embraced by a make-shift Michael Jackson jacket
But zippers replaced by straps and buckles
Buckling your knees because you can stand 
Whats going on in your own head
White noise mixed with blue screams
Hands tied so, you cant write out your struggles
Being looked at sideways by your reflection 
For talking out your problems
But all you hear
Are echoes
Screaming back at you
All Rights Reserved © February 2013 Quise Williams

Saturday, January 26, 2013


Reminiscent of being branded
Brandishing steel magnolias 
Equipped with
Standard issues without subscriptions
Becoming blood's donor
Without permission
Payed tuition
1 life lost..down to 8
Half past 8
Rain's forecast of 100
Doing 35
In a curve at a 60 degree angle
Late bloomer
Autobahn scurries to be first
In merging lanes
Clips front
Ending innocent voyage
Sending me tail-spinning
360 degree x 2 up-side down
Causing an ending
Preparing me for a 
New beginning
2 lives lost...down to 7
Wake up call
3 am
Preparing for
Life's livlihood
Hops in ride
Indigo skies
Clear highway
By way of highway 45
The way I continue
My morning drive
Not knowing
Do Not Enter
Street sign
Not laying be-side
But, mid freeway
Not seen til
Point- blank range
Hit point-blank, frame
Pops air-bag
Blinded by plastic
Re-gained vision
Too late
Guard rail
Head-on collision
3rd life lost
6 lives remain
All Rights Reserved © January 2013 Quise Williams

Thursday, January 24, 2013


I remember
A time, not focused
My mind
Infantile, toy-like
Time after time
To make words escape
To fit into the correct shape
Infantile toys
Frustrated floods
Webster and I becoming best buds
Home-schooling self
A terrible thing to waste but
My mind, synonymous to wealth
Rich in knowledge
Street and book sense
What they dont teach you in college
I applied it
Now, my words
They fit

All Rights Reserved © January 2013 Quise Williams

Tuesday, January 22, 2013


I've seen champagne wishes turn into pipe dreams
Untold visions like terrors and night screams
No dream...
Zombies stinched in gravel smoke
First name acquaintances...
Acquainted with the living dead
Running the devil's track meet
Meeting demons escaping from closets
The scene...
Eyes like searchlights in the fog
Vision like bats able to see in the dark
No Chris Angels, but come up with shit
Performing magic tricks for their next fix
I've seen this...
I've been an eye witness
To the relentlesness of 
A brother snatching the soul from his brother
For the smallest dust particle piece of this shit
Remotely human...
Some of the things I've seen
I've seen champagne wishes
Turn into
Pipe dreams                                             
                                                                                                                                                                             All Rights Reserved © January 2013 Quise Williams                              

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Monday, January 21, 2013


Sleep don't come easy...
The resonant sounds of silence
Deafening to conscious ears
Producing a night of fate awakened
Sleep don't come easy...
Cause, holes in the sky produce 
Clear enough skies
Enough to witness meteor showers 
Reminding me of your eyes
Sleep don't come easy...
Cause, one winged birds 
Can only fly in circles 
So, I remain motionless
Broken from missing attachments
Sleep don't come easy...
Because you're not here

All Rights Reserved © January 2013 Quise Williams

Saturday, January 19, 2013


See me...
Like a new-born just coming into focus
Clear eyes...
Finally able to recognize
Placing a face to the voice
First smiles...
Like finally meeting the long lost
Love that you've never met
Feeling the comfort ability
Blankets upon blankets of security
This is where you're supposed to be

All Rights Reserved © January 2013 Quise Williams


"Just past the horizon and 
right where the sky ends"

I begin to ascend...
Winged like humming bird
Only heard if paid attention to
Attention not demanding, but given
Word spanning like eagles wings
Reluctant to flapping, but soaring
Like dreams suspended
Waiting to be accompanied
To be manifested
Metaphorically opening
Your chest plate
Only to touch
Your heart
All Rights Reserved © January 2013 Quise Williams

Friday, January 18, 2013


I spill...
Like knocked over glasses of Poetic libations
Only to fill you with Love's saturation
Liquid ..
Fluently evading hate like truancy
Trespassing, only to show the masses
A mass production of why and how I function
Conjunction junction
Straying away from corruption
Corrupted minds at fault
Fall failure to pragmatic
Smoke clouds of Love until asthmatic
Addicted to My Poetry like a crack addict
Mused in by you, My Poetry
That’s that...

                                            All Rights Reserved © January 2013 Quise Williams