Sorrows-

I’m sorry you couldn’t tell me

You didn’t trust me enough

Truly sorry that I didn’t see

I know these things can be so tough

But in all of this I made sure you knew

I wasn’t playing, no, not playing

I’d have waited just for you

I was already under the wind swaying

Thinking nothing in this life would ring true

Then the silence hit me again

And this was nothing new

Just a lonely lane to the old pain…

I’m sorry I didn’t understand

But I am not one to be dragged along

I don’t march along with the same band

To be a follower you must be strong

And I am not, I need the background to be bright

I need to love and feel loved sometimes

Let my emotions run as fast as my emotion might

Can takes them, at the rhythm of the poetic rhymes

And you didn’t understand either

That this heart was set on you

In the misunderstanding I suffer

Expected your words not to be true

So I left what I saw as a game

Took your words seriously

I will accept I am to blame

Yet I know that you would have never loved me…

"wilstonegreen" by William Craig

Over the past few years, a writer rose from the depth of struggles with illness and complications in his life. Often he has attracted controversy, dislike or even hatred over his work. Yet his style is as raw as his talent. Many would easily argue that it is my job to glorify William Craig’s work or that being a personal friend of the author, I would obviously cover his work with the best of my opinion but in all honesty, even I find some of his pieces difficult to read or even appreciate. However there is no denying the truth behind his views or even the fact that the honesty in which the poems are written bring questions to the mind as we read.

Many pieces are available to read online, in fact should you enter the title of the book soon to be published into a search engine, you would find various examples of what controversy the author often faced. What author worth the reading doesn't have such controversy at some point of their career?

Soon “wilstonegreen” will be published. A book that one day will become a classic. No matter what the main opinion about the author is, the quality of the work is out of the bounds of the general poetic scope. There is something about the collection that will keep you going reading whether it is the raw emotions inked in each line read, the honesty that is encapsulated within the work or the openness in the views and experiences shared with us readers, it will keep you reading until the last word, often leaving you wishing there was more to read on the work.

Now I will invite you to visit the Facebook page, there you will find a few samples of William Craig’s work.

https://www.facebook.com/Wilstonegreen

Thank you very much for taking the time to read this.

Laurence Ramos.

Empty Shells Of A Time

Sometimes life redirects our hearts

Breaks them in many shattered parts

Even if we promised ourselves it wouldn't be

Life plays a game that we rarely see...

It wasn't malice that brought me to say no to you

It was more the fear of feelings becoming too true...

You were too close by then, the friend

The one intimate who would never hold my hand

I never set out to make you get upset

And you knew what I wanted from the onset

Patience has nothing to do with what we lived

And in a future neither of us truly believed...

I couldn't wait for you to change your mind

Live this way, walking on as if I was blind

I am not toy, I am flesh, blood and fire

Now our history came to finally expire...

No, there is not pettiness in asking

For my things to be returning

To me now that we will never speak again

As you said, now, things will never be the same...

So my friend, I bid you goodbye, goodnight

For you I cared for with all my might, 

Will I miss you, your funny ways

Yes, I shall... I probably will, always...

But no future did we speak of any time

The time with you, I'll cherish with memories sublime

With the little white monkey by my side

I will remember you with much pride.

Laurence Ramos

12/02/2013

(For David, my postman friend)

wilstonegreen by William Craig

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Thank you very much.

Along the paths of my soul

I wish you were here now, just here

To push away from those eyes the fear

I wish you were here to tell those children

That even if this horror happened often

It's not universal, it's not going to happen again

That once this is done, they will not know this pain...

But I wish that right now I was with you

In this life for me nothing will ever again be new

I'm tired Daniel, so tired you see

To wait and wait to be happy

We both know it's only a stupid idea

One that leads people to believe

To accept people who come only to leave

Happiness my father is never going to happen

I could see it in your eyes so often

And I see it every day on mine

But I must stay and stand up in line

Wait for the time that life claims my last breath finally

I must fake that feeling, that notion of being happy...

Until then I'll wait smiling

I've become so good at faking

I often marvel at my mastery

I live along life perfectly

Ignoring what would normally bring anger

Because I know that when I speak up others suffer, 

So I keep the pain and the sadness within

And I live this way, waiting

Waiting for the last breath most probably painful

Like the trails dug along the paths of my soul

I'll wait until I can finally join those I miss

And with the everlasting peace I shall know bliss

I would no longer cry in secret as I so often do

When in the middle of the day I can hear you

Singing to those old songs you used to play

Yes, I shall join you, sooner or later, I too will be on my way....

Laurence Ramos

5/2/2013

Goodbye, goodnight

Pulling the carpet from under you

You, my lover never true

Leaving behind us the remains

Of the violence and problems

Taking of you nothing

I am now happy forgetting

Our life together

One I wanted to last forever

Foolish thoughts of mine

Destroyed by you through time

The hurt is fading slowly

And you lost all, you lost me…

Lost love deeper than ocean

Broke it slowly in the span

Of a decade hard worked upon

Left behind wife, daughter and son

Pretences were no way to leave

Hoping the love would still believe

Bringing darkness upon my mind

Leaving me to walk life blind

But I emerged from the darkness

Worked my way out of your mess

Grew stronger than you knew

And all this without you…

I've pulled the carpet from under your feet

There is no warmth in that heart for you to greet

No memories worth remembering

I loved you, I knew you but you I despise

I cannot but feel anything else otherwise

Pity for the person who thought me a possession

Of his, eternally devoid of passion

Blind to what was lying next to you

A lover loyal and true…

Goodbye old boy one day maybe

In me a friend you’ll see

Yet I doubt I could see it be

Good night to your hopes

Rolling down their slippery slopes

Of despair and pain

This heart to you is forever slain.

Laurence Ramos

January, 15^th. 2013

Sparks From Hell

My life is a line of confusion

My heart a boiling well of passion

My eyes lakes of darkness

Survivors of life's worst mess...

Your life is the point of ending

Your heart calls mine to be returning

Your eyes lakes of the purest blue

But in this life I cannot love you...

Our lives are far too different

Our hearts to each other much too insufficient

Our eyes meet and create sparks from hell

And we know we cannot live together well...

Your life in mine is a refreshment

My heart is joyful with you for a moment

Your eyes show gentleness to mine unknown

And to save this between us nothing can be done...

Laurence Ramos

January, 13th. 2013

Tell me, Tell me....

Tell me, tell me now 

The way I must take

Why I can't see how

I can avoid repeating the same mistakes?

Tell me, tell me when

Life seemed to leave its track

What did then happen

For you not to give up and slack?

Tell me, tell me why

When I feel like packing 

All and hide away to cry

There is no strength for me to be finding?

Would you, would you have told me

If you were there today

If there was yet another way to see?

If you could have had something new to say?

I know, I know you cannot speak anymore

You are now only living in my heart

Leaving me so often to cry myself sore

Because life thought again we should be apart...

Yet you I see, yes you I see

When I look in the mirror

Those eyes are yours they're not me

And when life did this, it was no error...

Tell me, tell me please

If one day I will again heart your voice

Will my heart one day be at ease

And could I find a way to make the proper choice?

Laurence Ramos

January, 13th. 2013

Nothing But Water

Lonely heart

Lovely mind

No counterpart

Needing to be kind

Searching life often

Seeking happiness

Never knowing what's to happen

In life's eternal mess....

Lovely heart

Lonely mind

Lost from the start

With all complexities combined

Wander far so far

Life binds us forever

Hiding a wound with a scar

Yet it shall heal never...

Lonely minds and hearts

Lovely hearts and minds

Never seeking those lost parts

Never knowing what together will they find

Going through days

With nothing but water

Blind as to which way

Lost souls wander forever....

Laurence Ramos

January, 13th. 2013.

A Heart's Illness

See, my soul is now filling with fumes

When someone I barely know assumes

My silence means I no longer am ready

To be around for you to see me....

Why make uninformed decisions

And lack with it a little compassion?

How could anyone wish for me to respect

When from me too much already they expect?

Am I not now old enough to know

How to act within my life though?

Never try to put upon me your expectation

When there is nothing between you and me but conversation....

And no, I no longer live by the shadows of my past

Could you not simply stop speaking too fast?

I may not respond immediately

But I have a life to live fully

Wait a little patiently, your words will be read

Should you show such a thing, I would be nicer instead...

~*~

Never assume,

For your life it will consume

Never expect

You will earn a little respect

Never should your mouth open

Too fast for the truth to soften

The anger your earned

I hope this lesson you too will have learned....

There is no account between us to be due

I owe nothing, least of all to you

My silence may well have been valid

And your harsh tone left me livid

Pressing me over my lack of conversation

Wasn't a reason for you to give an opinion

I breathe and live of my own accord

To speak in the heat of disappointment you cannot afford

I am nothing but words left upon a screen to you

And with this issue I am completely through...

My own babies in a more charming manner 

Know far better 

Than to offer their ill fated opinions

While assuming that it is for them or you an option

To demand to know for what reason

I wasn't coming to take part in childish conversation!

If you hope to make a friend in me

You will need to open your eyes and see

That I am not that alone in this world at all

And in this ill fated gap you better not again fall...

Laurence Ramos

January, 14th. 2013

Song Bird

And they sang for me the sweetest tune of all

As I sat watching the waters from the mountains fall

The wind brushing my hair here and there

Teaching me that life can sometimes be fair….

But winter came and they sang no more

They flew away and I knew not what for

I sat by the glacial waters of the tall mountains

My heart counting the days with untold pain…

I looked up to the sky so clear

My soul filled with fear

Their return was taking so long

And my longing for their songs so strong…

Spring arrived without my knowing

Their beautiful voices started arriving

And my colder heart rejoiced finally

For I could sit by the water with them singing for me…

Summer rolled like a cloud glides in the sky

None paid attention but all cried why

On its last dying day the birds left again

And the days were no longer the same again….

Laurence Ramos

January, 14th. 2013