Cory Williams

Cory Williams May 2018

This curse
Enveloped like the ink I use to write this verse
All in my head
Whispers get loud in my dreams;
The words you have said

Let's get to the point
My head is all cloudy so I roll up this joint
Smoke 'til it's clear
Then have a few drinks
Crack open this beer

Where have you gone?
Did we fight, was I in the wrong?
I look in cracked mirrors and feel the shame
When you're dead in your eyes and have no one to blame

The screams, they are saints
Marching on into cerebral rooms
Carrying red paints;
Fresh coats of you to remind me why
Your life was the reason I was barely alive.

Cory Williams May 2018

Good Morning Coffees & Cartoon Suns

Daily breeze blows through the bedroom window
Parts through your lips across my neck
I smell your perfume upon your pillow
We say good morning and I love you
Then "coffee?" "Coffee."
The second thought that runs through our heads

I open shades, contracts our pupils
Heavily dilated from the night before
We sip and smile in our sunlight
Love, like a cartoon, so unreal
But relatable in every way

I'm the coyote, you're the runner
You stick around within my grasp
Then encouragingly pull away, forcing me to get better
So when I fall off that cliff
I fall in love all over again.

...daily breeze blows through the bedroom window
Parts through my lips and then runs cold
Your perfume has faded from your pillow
I lay alone and say I love you
The coffee, a memory now burnt and black

I'm the coyote, you're the runner
Who was snatched up by the wolves
So shocking and so sudden
I'll never fall again.

Cory Williams May 2018

-Moon Gardens-

It is said that our sun is the force of life
But I disagree...our nightly counterpart is the usher;
The guide to our show with its soft glow light-

As I lay in the moon garden,
Four o' clocks at ten and Sonata 14
Swaying through a bamboo breeze,
I see with full clarity
The man I will run to in reflections off of the lakes in my eyes-

Salt of the Earth always within my grasp
Grounded by the weight of your gravity,
I long to come to you, you precious thing...

Rocket violators, child's play compared to my dreams,
When I float in the exosphere-
With open arms, like a white climbing rose-
A creeping phlox, my bleeding heart beats soundly.

Cory Williams May 2018

-I Could Give You Rain-

I could forge you diamonds-
Under pressure of blood, I'm boiling-
Mined from butterflies inside-
And shaped from tears of fear and joy-

I could be your hero-
Triumph, your will to grow in bloom-
Save you from the end-
And give a new beginning; breathing life-

I could light your candle-
Even in your brazen wind-
Crawling towards love's torch in gravitas-
In veneratio veritas-

If you want to be my sorrow-
I could give you pain-
If your eyes are dark and shallow-
Let me take your shame-
If your heart's storm is brewing hollow-
I could give you rain.

Cory Williams Apr 2018

Flooded Bells Are Ringing

Submerged heads in a country that's on house arrest-
One percent above the waters to tell us what's best-
But we can't hear you from down below-
We've adapted, grown gills to suit the downstream flow of ****.

The pressure is intense, but that's ok-
I'd rather be with ones like me who have no plans to stay-
Some of us are building a breathing apparatus-
To help us rise in social status-

Filtering out the noise and protecting from the raining acid Benjamins
That pollute your corrupted lungs-
Medieval, I know, but there is strength in numbers
Compiling low funds.

It adds up
We rise up
Flooded bells are ringing-
The things you can't hear are usually the loudest,
We're screaming
Like choirs underwater producing bubbles of promotion
That rise to the surface amidst the commotion.

#revolution

Cory Williams Apr 2018

-Dogs of Hell-

Hounds of Hell below
Howling at the Earth's core
As mutts and wolves do to the moon

Awaiting for their masters of lost souls
To feed them the flesh of the wicked for chow
And play tug of war with the arms and legs
Of those who on Earth never felt the sweat on their brow

Playing in the Devil's playground indeed
Those cerebral Cerebuses built like an unholy steed
Invisible on Terra, preying on the weak

Bowls of blood, they drink and drink
Carnal minds in a frenzy with no time to think

So lock your doors and line them in salt
In hopes that your barriers screech them to a halt
Be sure nothing's broken or you're in for death slow
And dragged to the depths to be a chew toy forever below.

Cory Williams Apr 2018

Strange, the stranger

You know me.
The masses you walk past daily
The one with the face, doing the things forgotten in seconds
As you carry on with your day.

You know me.
The homeless on the streets
The animals in retreat at the sound of footsteps
Pulsing, engaging anxiety in our brains
While we wait for the coast to clear.

You know us.
The friends that never formed
The ones who wanted to say hello but can't
For fear of reprimand, a societal curtain call
As the world keeps turning to a close.

We know you.
The one that's seen from the eyes of others
The person with a face, doing the things remembered forever
Forgetting about us
As you carry on with your day.

My, you're strange.