Cory Williams

Cory Williams Apr 2018

Preparing you for a final ride
I looked at you and then I sighed
Then laid us down side by side
To talk to you and ask you why
You had to die and ascend to the sky

While your blood descends below
What was once a life force
Now a gelatin flow
Traced to a direct blow
To the top of your skull
And now I'm to cover the hole in the hull

Your family gave you clothing so garish
And jewelry brash
To view you once more before you were gone in a flash
Paying your penance in a fight over cash.

Sir, I'll have you know that wherever you go,
You won't need to put on a show for the others that are
Six feet below...
So,
I'm taking a trophy rest assured for good use
To put in my pockets
I knew you wouldn't refuse.

A token of services rendered.
If you can't play, you gotta pay.

Cory Williams Apr 2018

Frantic

You're
Walking
Alone.
Heart
Beats
Still,
Mind
Racing
Quickly.
There's
Nobody
Home.

#horror

Cory Williams Apr 2018

Heirs of Air

As we, a generation tick tocking from relevance to mere pages in
Some outdated History book in school
March into the digital sunset,
We need to share our despair of living our lives without air.

We were born buried in a screen,
Our smiles an LED gleam,
Portraying some adventurer's dream
Though things weren't what they seemed.

We were automatic,
Our souls on cruise control,
Fed a bottomless hole of information-
Here today, gone tomorrow.
We were hollow, and not a tough act to follow.

We regretfully beg of you...

Put your Face(in a)Book, and Spot-If-You can
The Tinder to spark your mind from the confines of the dark.
(Snap) a twig in the woods and (Chat) with your friends...
Don't be a Twit-Terra is yours.

Reclaim what's already there,
Heirs of Air,
And share what is fair to repair
All we have made rare.

Cory Williams Apr 2018

Slightly Worn, Sweetly Torn

Your lace lined silk gown
The number that lay gently draped over porcelain shoulders-
The one that's older than our folders filled with love notes,
None bolder within the eyes of the beholder.

The one colored black, and lace of white, discolored in smoke,
The one you wore when the fire broke-
And razed the physical memories, and you choked.

The only thing you had left on your beautiful form
When I met you in the eye of that storm-
Took you to a new home and kept you warm...

I'll always remember the flow of your swaying hips,
Creating an ocean of smoothest waves,
And your smile at the high tides of your face
When I brought out a needle and thread
To patch your slightly worn,
Sweetly torn gown and soul.

I only ever wanted you comfortable, my love.

Cory Williams Apr 2018

Unusual Yesterday

When I wake up from my slumber,
Eyes fresh for the new day,
Why is it so hard to remember the faces I'll see again today?

The same, yet different,
The paths I'll cross in time-
Why are those lines blurred as I go?

Hey, how are you?
A nod of my head and leave-
Walking past men, women, and children that carry on lives
Of their own...

But do they?
I just see something resembling me-
Exchanging trivial pleasantries and carrying on.

I remember what I ate for lunch,
But forgot the waiter who served it to me,
And don't even know the shape of the hands that prepared it for me.

So what happens today?
Do we truly know what's around us?
We have ears and eyes to hear and see,
But you and I use them so frugally.

Cory Williams Apr 2018

No One Loves

No one loves a warrior until the enemy is at the gates
A funeral procession of demolition
Where you cry for a savior through hails of bullets
When no one else loves you

No one loves the old until the experience comes into play
Brazen and bold with stories untold
Yet afraid to roam before guidance
When no one else will teach you

No one loves their life until life is worth the love
Dreams and subsequent mornings
Where you wake up determined and willing
When no one else will do it for you.

No one here loves no one
In secret sorrow and silent joy and lust
We all crave something more by someone else
When no one else is watching.

Cory Williams Apr 2018

Autumnal Souls

The equinox day feels so crisp
Like the fresh dollar bill I exchange for that first cappuccino
Before I take that windowless drive home
As I blare the highway blues.

My left arm swims in the air
As my right steers and feeds
That liquid gold coursing through my bones-
I realize I'm at home.

I am aligned at the point
Where the day is equal
And everything is cool-
Ready to sleep.

David croons a tune
"Where                         The
             are         now?        moment
                     we                                   you
                                                                     know
You know, you know?"

It resonates like a bonfire
With that gusty chill
Blowing through my ears
In a clear, moonlit sky.

I park at the side of an old country road
And sit on the hood of my metal bucket
To breathe in relief...
To exhale that spice...
To be.

A ditty about my favorite day of the year.