Cory Williams

Cory Williams Mar 2018

I am a loving tree (and my branches run dry)

Did you forget your roots
Uprooted and replanted time and time again
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A new relationship
Watered and sprouting buds,
It takes two to make this tree grow
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Love in bloom
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Today, there was not rain enough to satiate my thirst
You're carving initials foreign into my bark
And it hurts me to my core
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Can't you see my branches flail?
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Our rings of age split like a log
By an axe man deforesting what was an amazon
Into a burning bush...

Uprooted by the winds of change
Times are gone and people are strange
Mix and match
We rearrange
Dreams aren't real when we come of age
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Turn me into paper and turn the page

Cory Williams Mar 2018

Good Mourning, My Sweetest

It's been 14 days since we last kissed
I turned into ashes, my body is missed
The poisons inside we fought for years
Transfusions of blood while holding back tears

In my last hour, no memories evade
I remembered with you laying hot in the shade
A mid-summer's night as the sun starts to fade
We're falling asleep, our eyes a cascade

Awakened at two with droplets of dew
Eyelashes in bloom, pale light of the moon
You looked into mine and mine into yours
Two souls intertwined as the rain falls - it pours

Our lips, they collide with the fury of wars
The beaches of Normandy kneel down at our shores
A tear stains my tongue, I've felt this before
Two weeks I've been gone, yet still I want more

I wrote you a letter to last your lifetime
One every day - long as you are still mine
Delivered in essence to prove beyond death
That I'll wait here in Heaven with bated breath

#cancer #remembrance #love #death #rain #tear

Cory Williams Mar 2018

Art; Weaponized

The battlefield is a pasture, a desert, an Escher-esque catacomb of cosmic proportion...
It is a scribble, a stick body
With a hollow circle head...
It is a block of Earth, creating life with the dead.

Ink is the blood running; scattering non-uniformly
Across symmetrical horizons
And vertical skewed faces,
Asking for the emotion you're feeling.

A loaded glue gun fires
Building muscle and cartilage
Sealing wooden bones and providing the foundation
Of an artist born...
Hair of yarn
Marbled tooth and nail
Skin of clay.

I am a weapon...
A heart of paper folds and a mind untold
Written in BOLD.

A work about the creation inside all of us artists.

#artist #paper #clay #earth #weapon #yarn #emotion

Cory Williams Mar 2018

Three Of Me

I looked in the mirror today
And saw three of me
Who I was, who I am, and who I wanted to be

I brushed a stranger's hair and teeth
Until my brain started turning and realized
It
was
me.

Who I was told who I am to be who I wanted to be
Without a reason or a plan and who I am is who I am
Until the seconds keep fleeting me

There isn't room in here for the three of me
Two visions showing one a life of who I'm supposed to be...
Did you see, do I see, will I see that I'm free to make the choices
That define my time?

My past is a mime etched in my image mimicking my future untold.
Will I be fine, or will I fold?

There isn't room in here for the three of me
Who I was, who I am, and who I wanted to be.

#three #me #past #present #future

Cory Williams Mar 2018

When You Shed Your Sorrow

I always bet my joy on tomorrow
Sold myself on dreams that I will follow
Days and nights come and go
Starting high and ending low

Setting goals that I didn't know
All the tools with nothing to show
Passing fails and failed passes
I saw myself through rose colored glasses

Sat and wasted as the world kept turning
Everyone around me were bodies burning
I was weak and I didn't know
How to sew the seeds and let myself grow

I learned through pain to shed my sorrow
To look in the mirror and your eyes are hollow
You have a choice within that moment;
Light a spark, or let the darkness hold it

Choose the gift that keeps on giving
The one that changes day to day living
To be humble and not be broken
Lift up for tomorrow hoping

You wake up and keep recieving
The spirits fill and has all believing
That I'm not leaving;
I'm not giving in.

#sorrow #darkness #spirit #grow #humble #goals

Cory Williams Mar 2018

Battle Cry

What is your call to arms?
Are you the warrior waiting at the gate-
Ready and willing to fight the battle
You'll continue through Valhalla?

Or perhaps you are the kitten-
Looking up in wonder; curious-
So you claw your way up denim towers
And roar upon shoulders for milk?

Whatever your case, maybe lost in the crowd-
One without a face,
You feel all your work is gone in one bad day
Without a trace-

So you lie there in bed with the voices in your head
Screaming over and over again that you're wrong-
That you're just like the others who will never be strong-
Crooning your swan song, begging you to sing along...

You cry.
You fight.
You scream right back and tell them you are right-
You are unique and not with the throng-
Rise on up; the day is yours and long.

#battle #fight #rise #warrior #cry #unique #scream #roar #strong

Cory Williams Mar 2018

-Mark Of The Trident-

Anchored forty leagues below
In a three sixty cascaded undertow
I heed the call of Poseidon
With this last ditch gasp mistaken for air
While wishing for gills
To appreciate your universal power

But alas,
I am buried in my folly amongst these titans,
Worshipped,
War shipped and wrecked,
A lifetime of love, education, hate, companionship
Reduced to ******* chum!

The kraken is not so cruel-
It's just doing its job,
To reclaim all that got lost
And paid his toll to leave.

#ocean #poseidon #water #life #death