#willis read

[thebeautifuldecay]

They call the time free,

hours of leisure

led with no direction or restrain.

But the truth seems to be,

I’ve paid the highest price

for the moments my mind’s

left to roam unchained.

[thebeautifuldecay]

Stillness Is The Move

I sound louder when silent 

you only hear when not here

so I speak for the sake of speech 

as you draw nearer and nearer 

words wilt from the weariness 

of a distance so deafening 

with missteps so misguided 

easy to misconstrue all the messages 

such an uneasy restlessness 

to leave leaves a lot to loose 

so I stand to sit hear in silence 

as stillness is the move 

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?

I have always thought

that I thought too much 

until I started to think

all this thinking's innocuous 

before those thoughts that I thought

grabbed binoculars 

and saw the things I would think 

were thinking marvelous 

thoughts so distraught 

and hell bent on harming us

both me and my thoughts

that I've always thought too much

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going through my archives...

see, the times got difficult

so I put love over hate and crossed out the reciprocal

in principal, divine intervention

subtracted out hope and added in intentions

did I mention my soul’s so excited?

about to swoop down and pass out this flyness

at a heaven’s height until we’re all united

because happiness is something that’s multiplied when divided

mark my words or even see past them

God is a verb and I’m resting in my actions

[thebeautifuldecay]

Familiar Stranger

So, I wrote this piece for a project in class the other day. It was part of my group's presentation on the movie Seven Pounds. I was responsible for the closing scene in which Emily (Rosario Dawson) and Ezra (Woody Harrelson) meet for the first time after Tim (Will Smith) dies in order to give Emily (congenital heart failure) a new heart and Ezra (blind) eyes. Emily and Tim develop an intimate bond before he decides to do what he did, so I just tried to imagine what she might have been feeling when she looked into his eyes once again; only embedded in a different face. Let me know what you think!

Peering into those windows

I see home

but that house seems foreign 

the sounds pouring out its front door

I've never heard before

but those panes 

color their frames

with the hues of my heart

How do I even start

to speak to this stranger 

I've never seen

yet instantly love on sight?

I'm not sure whether to smile or cry

so I cycle through the two

uncontrollably with doubt

if we are really made up of 80% water

maybe shedding enough tears 

will turn me inside out

so my appearance can match my emotions

I'd kiss your lips 

if putting those eyes 

and this heart

that close

would inch him nearer to my side once again

should have been...

would have been...

could have beens 

tattoo themselves all over my brain 

with the sharpness of each one of your glances

my heart dances 

and dies

in one fair swoop felt through a life that isn't so-

fair

where do we go from here familiar stranger?

can we spend time together each day 

as some sort of tithe for this gift we've been given?

or will the pain be too great 

from shifting focus to your face

and realizing it's not his?

this guilt, this grace

will it build us up or eat us away?

are there 5 others out there feeling the same?

I don't know

all I do know is 

through your windows I see his soul

and beneath my ribbed cage 

I've trapped his love

and we must allow enough room

for them both to shine through

until we are able

to thank him in the flesh

that's already partly his. 

[thebeautifuldecay]

Lake Langston (Dustin's Hues)

I’ve known rivers as long as the arms of God

who’s depth only reached up to ankle height

My soul has grown more like the lakes

I float free, yet still, not chained to any current

feeling the effects of every pebble, big or small

the waters run abysmal and murky

with rumors of demons lurking

‘til its seas part, read with scores

of the utmost compassionate floors

I heard the cries of an angel

who almost drowned in its vastness

swallowed whole with hopeful glimpses

of greatness felt

I’ve known rivers but could never keep up with the constant motion

instead, I lay in the bed of the capacious, despondent lakes

My soul sits, placid and esoteric, like the lakes

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Dust in the Will-less wind

A cool summer breeze 

picked up the pieces of me 

and sprinkled them across the seas

a faint Dust in the wind 

until the Will is present 

to attempt to paste them back together again

my new body of water 

just as turbulent and deep 

as its predecessor

yet still calming and shallow

when un-shore

I raised a hand to wave

but only disturbed the peace

in its wake

perched atop my arms crest

my soul serfs

in search of the freedom

of solid ground

I rise and fall

with the rate of tithes

pulled out from my darkest corners

by ominous moonlit knights

the rippled ridges

of my streams of conscious

give birth to the winds

that lift me up

put me back together

and start the whole process again. 

[thebeautifuldecay]

almost Beats, Rhymes and Life time :)