"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

William Craig is an author 

with 

a

raw talent.

His work is full of honesty

and

is

often

thought provoking.

http://www.facebook.com/Wilstonegreen

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samples 

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work.

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