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I Look At The World

I always look at the world in wonder
How do they maintain?
When everything from her smile to the mountains
Drives me insane

I'd say homie might live on the street
But also live on a beat
And I mean it's a little heat
She aint got a daddy but her daddy ride a caddy down my street
Pushing keys she just wants to delete

Four lines closer to salvation
I'm a ruler of this nation
Calling god to the startin line
So I can race em
And I wonder if my footsteps ring inside his head

I wonder if he heard the things I said
On my last prayer
Hands clasped
Clouds seperated
I swear he gasped

Truth hurts no matter the elevation
Proving nobody's above pain
But in the story the lesson resides
That we all should live today like our last

Angels are pulled quick from this world
Leaving us to wonder why the good die young
And the wicked paint signs
Leading us down the wrong path


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Cats Stealing Dogs Beds

Well this is super fucking cute.

Cats Stealing Dog Beds

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A Poem of Life

I miss summer like that sun dress
Hitting the floor
Bunched up around your sand covered toes
Both of us naked in the water
You fall out of sight and I call for you
I don't want to lose you to these waves

So I don't look away
I never look away
As we sit around the fire
And you sip straight from the bottle
Those hips begin to sway
I'm breathless
With absolutely nothing to say

Because beauty comes and goes in my life
I hold to these moments tight
They tend to slip away
As time wraps his cruel fingers around us
And pulls us apart

There will come a time
When the water and fire are forgotten
And coldness has set in
All I remember now is your coat
Thrown furiously over the shoulders
And fading footsteps on hardwood floor

A Wine Advertisement

A simple sip
Brings flashes of glasses
Clinking
Falsetto smiles
Illusions dimly lit
Over a plate of gestures
Dig in
You should the..
You should try me

Hands underneath the table
A sentimental watch
Clasp
Unclasp
Does she like me?

Legs hugged by a favourite skirt
Heels that hangout in a far away place
Cross
Uncross
Does he like me?

He's out for a cigarette
She's staring in the bathroom mirror
He's thinking maybe she's the one
She's wondering if she's ready

Would you like another?
Perhaps?
Another glass?
Another chance at romance?

Friends, Don't Leave Me

friends don't leave me like these words
as they hit me and slowly back away
as I chase the bus with tears in my eyes
as I struggle in the strong wind
just trying to get home
we're all just trying to get home

friends don't leave me like these breaths
as they slip past my lips
as I cling to the day
as we huddle around the fire
just trying to get home
we're all just trying to get home

friends don't leave me like she did
as I sat in silence
as I gathered all her things
as I took a walk with no direction in mind
just trying to get home
we're all just trying to get home

friends don't leave me like the tears
as they slide down my face
as they drop onto the page
as the ink runs and I run
just trying to get home
we're all just trying to get home

Wherever I go my friends always in sight.
I sit with a bottle and lost friends tonight.
I reflect on bridges burned wishing I could cross back.
I have all the love in the world for those who've got my back.
I know i'm not always so easy to deal with
But friends don't leave me, I need you.

Heard something the other day.
When you lose someone in life.
A part of you goes away.
And resides in the sky like a sun ray.
So friends just let me be that light.
As we all fight.
We all fucking fight.
To get home tonight.

-dr

Control

Walking down osborne today I concluded two things. Good conversation still exists. And there's no free pizza in heaven.

I get in these funky moods from time to time. Where I know i'm going to write. And probably write a lot. But it's a heavy feeling. It's like I may shed tears tonight. Or I may laugh histerically.

But above all I'll lack control. And that's one thing that's been on my mind today. The lack of control we have over our lives. Sure we would LOVE to think we can just pull the right strings to make the right things work. And plenty self-help books will preach the power people can have over their lives. But I've realized how little control I have. Especially lately when i've been trying to change.

As I get older i've realized little things about myself. Little psychological hangups that are a result of my childhood. It's not a blame game so much as its "well, that's why i'm like this". I used to have this issue with my body positioning. I would literally exude lack of self confidence. This was mainly by looking at the ground a lot when I went from place to place. My dad would always say "look up devon, be confident". Not really realizing his own part to play in that complex. He never really realized much. He may realize now. Too little too late? It's not for only me to decide. That's for other people in my family to decide. And also for him. Too little too late doesn't exist if you keep going. If you keep striving to fix things with people you will succeed. People see that. Especially if it is your parent making that effort.

Control. This thing well all aspire for. But yet, we lack it in so many ways. Control is why i'm a little hesitant to pursue women lately. I don't want that feeling of another world crashing into mine. It's like I have my environment. Things may get cloudy in my world but I have a pretty good handle on it. Another world? That's a whole different field trip. And we all know this..It doesn't need to be said anymore then it has. It can be SCARY to meet someone and try to date. Or at least go somewhere beyond simple "how ya doing?" and so on and so forth.

But here I am moody and alone. And it's been awhile since i've been laid (well hey, its true). As much as my mind keeps reminding me i've got school and i've got other shit going on. I'm getting horny and well it's beyond my control now. Sooner or later i'll turn into a wild animal. I'll enjoy it. And then my primal urges will clash with my mind. It'll be one of those unique things about being human. We want to be something we aren't. We're horny creatures and we are victims to this thirst.

As i'm getting ready to leave for school today a thought crossed my mind. "I'm a simple dude"
Yup.
All I need is a glass of wine with some dessert and john hughes movies? Damn. I had that thought out better last night.
But I am re-watching Uncle Buck for the thousandth time. Hughes is people watching at its finest.

Machines In the Sky

Death once published in a far-away paper
Now knocks on the front door
Child you'll have to stay inside today
The countries are at war
But daddy I want to fly!
To fly!
Like the machines in the sky!
And away from fathers arms he prys
Waving his arms he runs through the fields
Across the world it is rather late
A cup of coffee and a raised finger
Ready to seal a childs fate
And in a far-away room
In control of many lives
An unheard boom
A child dies playing with machines in the skies

Fountain of Youth

When I see an old couple
With tired faces and
Long underwear on cold nights
I know the end is near

I am in two places
Not wanting to die
But wishing the day away
To count stars in the sky

And one might shoot
Across my mind, I'll think
A thousand pennies thrown
Into the fountain of youth

A diamond covered hand turns the pages
With those obscure statements
The scriptures that feed the rages
Of those with hate in the heart

Rather than wait around I walk along the riverside
With no direction in mind
I peel the branches away and step into the darkness
That is the rest of my life

Another Nice Guy Post?

Am I becoming more cut throat as I age?

Or perhaps the reality of life is dawning on me. Slowly filtering its way through the teenage blinds.

The early 20s are a time of realization.

And being a nice guy just don't seem to cut it anymore. People want more. They want drive, ambition, blood, sweat and tears.

You become defined by the work you do. The car you drive. The grades you earn.

I feel like I should comment on the "nice guys finish last" notion. It's more truth than ever. If you're going to try and coast through life off just being a "nice guy". Then you will find yourself finishing last. And this is not only true for relationships but pretty much every factor of life.

I've written a fair bit on this blog about the harsh realization i've had to face. That my nice guy characteristics have found me very little success in life. And it is when I become harsh, cold and calculated that I seem to reap the rewards.

Of course i'd rather people just appreciate me for who I am. But hey, there's nothing I can do about society really. I live in it. I'll have to play by the rules.

Miley Cyrus has been in the news a fair bit lately. Try and ignore the irony of me speaking about how annoying speaking about miley cyrus is..if that made any sense. But wow are people really fixated on this girl and her behaviour. What fascinates me is how miley cyrus isn't really "real" for a lot of people. Not real in the sense that they know family members or friends. But I see people getting so worked up over her. They write long passionate paragraphs. I've seen heated arguments over this! Not too mention the cliche open letters fellow celebrities send. It's all nauseating. I wish people would devote their time to shit that'll actually matter in a month or two.

I'm Not Buying It

I can't stand when people romanticize shitty relationships.
Or at least i'm not buying it.

Why do we do this? Why do we accept that we must be sort-of miserable in order to be "in love"?

It's this whole movie notebook esque bullshit we get fed. And I mean this issue is just one little grain of sand in that shit-pile.

I guess i'm off to the loony bin with my crazy ideals. I'd like someone to be happy with. And sure, ocassional arguments do come about. But no, my relationship will not be one of pain, trials and tribulations.

And another thing. The ideal male image is so skewered right now. Girls want the hero and villian at the same time. He's got to be an asshole with a heart of gold..its ridiculous. And men are also just as obtuse with the ideal of finding a girl void of personality. We're all fuck ups in some way or another! I'm willing to bet the president takes a shit and an hour later wishes he wiped a little more down there. And i'm sure katy perry lets one rip and rushes to the washroom a minute too late.

This is all gross and unecessary I know. But some of the most atrractive people I know peel their toenails off and eat them. Or have a back-hair problem.

So the answer is cliche and written all over city walls. Look into the heart for answers. 

I feel dirty saying that. Look at me with my cornball advice column over here. Dial Devon for all your cookie cutter answers to life.

Speaking of dirty. I'm glad most people I run into are freaks such as myself.

There's this moment of relief that goes something like this : "Oh, they are freaky to!" Followed by instant relaxation on my part.

All of this made worse by my anthropology grouping. Turns out we all got our first topic choice which is "Altered States"
We spent the first hour of group work discussing past experiences with pyschedelics.

Lot's of possible stories to go into here. But I'll be on my way.

-dr

Chinese Dinner

Nothing is more lonely than my egg rolls
As I fumble with my chopsticks and life
I order dinner for two
Saluting my shadow
An empty space that tells me to dig in.

I crack my fortune cookie looking for all the answers
It reads, "Not now, not ever"
I wash that damn dry thing down with sake
Cheers to being full and empty at the same time