It's A Choice

It’s a choice

So drug test those on welfare

Yet those who serve you food are met with a cold stare

Give me my big mac and how could you ever work there?

Let’s judge those putting in 40 hours a day

Left better off selling drugs and letting the mac spray

I’ll take an extra large fries with that

It’s fuck the government when a soldier dies like that

And how could Trudeau not show at ground zero?

He should be like me

A behind the computer screen hero

Let me take a breath for a sec

A young Iranian woman was stoned to death

A result of the petition I signed at starbucks

But I give “zero fucks” cause its “lit fam”

Ignorance bred through those barely associated with the essence of hip hop

I’m talking about hipsters hanging in the exchange drinking PBR’s

The whole world’s against them as they watch bullshit on their PVR’s

Those stuck serving time in the Remand with no resources

Besides some picket and shout when they’re offered college courses

No way out. No open ears for remorses.

People claim to hate crime but do nothing to change the social conditions that create it

Orange is the new black let’s five star rate it

Drug test those on welfare

Sir, here’s the cup, whip your dick out and piss in their

It’s a choice so I don’t care

We got luxury lives, can you pay the fare?

It’s a choice it don’t need to be fair

White and wealthy life I’ll see y’all out there

It’s a choice

-DR

 

-X

We used to talk for hours
So I feel I owe you more than the occasional drunk dial
If I pass you in the street will I shove my hands in my back pockets?
Force a smile and talk awhile?
Society has a funny way of telling me how to deal with an ex lover
Join the faceless masses in the move to shove her
From my memory
But the air fills with the words unsaid
All I can say is there's a difference between them
And I really can't tell
Perhaps it's how high you went
And how hard you fell

You're crying
Why are you crying?
You ended it with me
This is your freedom and my cage
Roll one up to contain the rage
I stare at the stars in the sky
Counted every single one
Must've lost myself in count
Until the moon waved hello the sun
It brought a warmth of optimism to my face
As a child I squirmed and cried with imaginary aches
A new day, my father would say
Tomorrows a new day
A new day, my father would say
Tomorrows a new day.

Dev.

My Art

Snowed In

In darkness fingers intertwine

In candlelight we wine and dine

I hold my hand out and grab the sky

Just to remind you of the sunset

They told me to watch out

She’s a gamble, she’ll hurt you yet

I considered my odd fate and placed my bet

Flea market. We tried on funny hats

I think you should collect all your artwork and rent a booth

And that’s the honest truth

Curves always look better in the candlelight

My hand shakes as I try to light

Never this nervous but

Never had beauty like this

The snow pounds against the window

Blizzard of the century they say

Guess I’ll spend the night, you say

And I can’t help but thank mother-nature for feeling this way

-D

 

The Dream Series

The Dream Series is a set of poetry that created itself. I had no intention of writing about dreams but found my poetry flowing organically towards it. Not all my poetry is dream-like. But I have a fascination with writing in that perspective. When I had written this I realized I had a few other poems that centered around myself dreaming. I don't often embark on writing "projects" if you will. But the idea does excite me and may turn itself into something I can actually hand over to a publisher. Dreams hold a special significance in my life. I often attempt to memorize and write them down as soon as possible. And certain dreams will play on my mind for weeks and months.

Let the past pass you

Dreamlike down a hidden river on a hot day

The serenity abruptly woken by the view of myself drowning

I now understand two parts of myself from a new perspective

As I attempted to remain unconscious all the while aware of two worlds colliding

Delicately approaching a choking sputtering image of myself

I hold out my hand praying I don’t wake up.

I saw in myself strange eyes

But not for the first time

The had been moments when I stumbled to the mirror

In the dead of night I saw them change

The cold water hitting my face

I turned away once, not now, not ever again. I swear…

A swell in the waves when I almost had myself in a metaphysical grasp

For a moment I lost myself

The salt peppered my mouth and old wounds

The old me with a silly smile on his face

Enjoying the destruction of my past

Rolling in the flame-like waves

I felt the grip tighten and realized

He was attempting to pull me in as well

I won’t go back to that

However,

In order to truly change I had to watch myself die once

I had to let go…

-Dev