The Wake Up Series-Lost Lover

Love is the battlefield and i'm the reporter ducking for cover
Watching the airport clear out waiting for a lost lover
The guards looking at me crazy but she might come through that gate
And we can just drive off into the sunset on a blank slate
A Manitoba rock carved with initials from our first date

And I don't mean to intrude but you are the reason I stand in this long coffee shop line I can't stand
I'm a little tired and your tired and we both struggle to meet the cash demand
Kinda figured we could both use a warm place to rub our feet at the end of the day
And soft whispers in each others ears
"Everythings going to be ok"

"Devon, devon, wake up!"

Twists & Turns

A mother braids a flower into her daughters hair
And i'm fascinated by the twists and turns of their life together
The webs we weave to comfort each other during stormy weather
I chose to live and live and live despite a dull heartbeat I said the words to keep you around
Now i'm up at night writing this while you sleep without a sound
Little boys let me tell you about love.
Love and ego don't mix
Lose the closed fist and think of the things you'll miss.
By acting the role of playboy you're faker than a brand name toy at the swap meet
Everything breaks down when you build a foundation on lies and deceit.

And sometimes you might put your heart on the line.
She won't even text back.
But you took a shot in the dark boy don't forget that
A freethrow with everyone watching so don't even stress that, don't even obsess that

 -Dev

A Source Of Inspiration

Walking around downtown the homeless stick out like sore thumbs.
Another million earned with tax dollars while a childs dreams flickers and fades like a light in the slums.
And the connection between jesus and a big mac is the fact that half of us can't stop eating it up.
Hungry for dark power like a roofie in a girls cup.
The truth was hushed. A crushed tape in a back alley
Some use sex as a means to control
Some pursue one night stands in search of soul
Some burn a bowl
We often hesitate to cross shaky bridges
Acting as our own troll with a billyclub
I know many lives could be saved with a simple hug and back rub
Never judging I can't hold the weight of no gavel
We all know pain
All scuffed our knees on gravel
Some with parental figures present.
Others passed
But my heart goes out to those with loved ones that just hover in the room as living ghosts.
In a burning hotel room I sit.
A radio plays in the background.
And we face these moments at times.
To run away or face the music.

Stay strong my friends.
peace & love
dev

The Pain

Well I had a rather bad day today.
But writing this made me feel better.

Old demons from my past wait in warm spots on a stormy day
I'm away from the rain face to face with old pain
Side to side my shuffle my head we go side to side
Thinking of things to say
To those who could never put down the bottle
I dont criticize with a smile
I wonder could I help you?
If you help me...
Because you see that pain is a relative we all share
Showing up in the worst of family occasions
To knock over the cake and spike the punch
To be yelled at and ushered out, but never understood
You see, we don't examine our pain or embrace our pain
We simply shove it away until it returns, rears its ugly head on a different day
What to do with pain that can't be wrapped up and kissed away by our mothers and fathers
It lingers as an angry cloud
To me,
One must do their best to be creative and love others despite such pain.
Because how could we ever let the past define our future.
It has past and we must face ahead.

Just some thoughts.
peace & love

-Dev

Feel It Out

I'm not letting myself into you
Because what if
And who knew
The answer never clear between
pain & love
Could I get a heads up?
Tired of buying mile high bottles of wine
Combing my hair, doing my best to shine
Invite you into my home, my shrine
So you can let me know someone else is better
I stay cold with a july sweater
Downing bottles and breathing deep on the blunt to forget her
Whatever, the story everyone tells
But I let em sit there and spill it out
Just..don't..go 
So fast girl feel it out

Just..don't..go
So fast girl feel it out
Imma Grab a pen let me write it out
As far as the pain goes i'm a poet, I wrote it
You thought playing the role of the bar fly chasing a new guy would bring a new high
Nope!
Still walked home alone staring up at the sky
Vision blurry, tears in your eyes
That short dress a disguise
Coming a long way from hugging mothers thighs
Neon shoes criss crossed with fantasies
We used to tie em up
And chase eachother through mile high blades of grass
It was all so limitless at the time
But the sky does change
From a clear blue to swirling clouds of stormy skies
And i'm backed up in the corner with my lies
I don't wish for much, just a little rewind
So I could keep that last time we fucked on my mind
I should say something like make love
But love didn't stand tall when push came to shove
So we fucked and i'm tired of swearing about it
But I swear on it and you spin around an empty ballroom in a multicoulored dress
Oh, you flaunt it
I feel the real world tugging at my eyes and all I can say is
Just..don't..go
So fast girl feel it out.

Just..don't..go
So fast girl feel it out


peace & love

-Dev

Heartbreak Bottles

Endless bottles devoted to heartbreak
through my mothers hands I used to snake
fingers since devoted to playing with your hair
staring into the night sky without a care
it's holding on and letting go at the same time
passions with comfort of preserved heart
because that can't fall apart
and we can't fall apart
through blind eyes I saw the world for what it was
a dark place illuminated by your touch
so when we clash tongues
let it be less in anger
and more under the cascade of a morning shower

-Dev

 

Pushing Jesus

Faith fell off the curb I was pushing jesus thrusting my hands in the sky in a desperate search for why.
A child gasps at war, the voice carried through the wind of gods sigh.
This matters, this matters, listen closely to the whispers of those in pain they need our light. We also have much to gain.
Religious violence hard on my brain. I don't want to accept it but whenever I speak out i'm told to hush and respect it. They say don't love another until you love yourself. In regards to god why do we put that sentiment on the shelf?

Other faiths don't have much to say except "come to me". Salvation offered for a moderately priced one time fee. Hands clutching crosses while children drown in blood. Reality ignored while a soldier lays face down in the mud. Did he die in vain?

He did he died in vain he died in vain the voice rings around my head.
I seek survivors because life tastes different when you should already be dead.

-Dev