Justice Over Wine

Driving fast with flames and pitchforks behind us
Breaking past the clouds
We are the vigilantes
Forbidden love amongst the church rows
Book in your lap
Cool prarie wind on your toes
Passing notes read my scripture
Lost love fucked us all up
But some say she had it worst
It ripped her
Into different people
Calm during daylight
Wild with a bottle hanging off the steeple at night

-D

Steel Bat Girl

And she told me that his eyes went dead
At first she noticed the photographs
They were coal coloured orbs that once shone
And later, his embrace lacked life
She'd bury herself into his arms looking for what once was
Holding herself tight aganist his chest pressing her ear to his heart listening for a beat
But he was the cold linoleum of the bay mannequins leering at her in consumer chaos
One night he left bed in the middle of the night
And judging by the way he walked she would never follow
When the sun rose she crept down the hallway in her bright red night gown
Only to find he had turned to stone with a photograph of an ex lover shoved tight in his closed fist
She tried and tried to pull it out but to no avail
She stood there for awhile, toes curled tight around the shag carpet.
After pouring a coffee and standing under the shower for exactly an hour
She haggled a steel bat from the neighborhood kids
The deal was she'd do a little twist and turn to satisfy their just emerged horny minds
If you looked outside at this time you'd see quite the sight
A fiery spirit in a party dress walking in a pair of doc walkers dragging a steel bat
Afterwards the neighborhood heard the sounds of smashing and crashing
So much destruction

"She must be doing some kind of renovating"
Remarked the always calculated always controlled mother of the now emerging into puberty boys

You're damn right she was renovating.

-Dev

Saudade# - JUJU - Compiled by Pandeiro (FULL)

Let life wash over you. It is not something you can grab and hold. Energies exist and they must be noted. For better or for worse I feel it all. Fall came quick, the chill is in the air. Find your lovers or find yourself.

-D

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