Devon McElveen, 17 grudnia 2013
I was once a child,
A phrase all of us may say.
As children we dream,
Dream as high as the sky is blue.
We dreamed plenty,
Every night was magical.
Dark nights of wonder.
Hopes to make these dreams come true.
As time passed,
Our dreams soon faded away.
Those thoughts in our minds
Disappeared as we all grew.
These new nights of sleep
Seem to feel so much more empty.
Blankness clouds our minds.
Where are those dreams that we once knew?
We used to aim so high
Always aiming for the stars.
Now our aim is off
What could be obscuring our view?
Should we make a change?
Awaken the child within?
Let the child run free
So that we can dream anew.
Devon McElveen, 21 lipca 2013
In this world full of hatred,
May we find a glimmer of peace?
This death, fear and anguish,
Will it ever truly cease?
As humans we wage war,
War that tears apart our nations.
And we wait for it to end,
Through misguided patience.
For centuries we have fought,
Fought against sisters and brothers.
Shedding blood, spreading hate
Killing one another.
But it seems we are growing,
Growing as a whole.
This peace that is dreamed of,
One day we shall fit this mold.
Devon McElveen, 23 czerwca 2013
We are brought to believe that all history is true.
What is it that we are not seeing?
Why must we inscribe these falsehoods?
When will we remove these pages?
When will we shift from our naive ways
Worrying only of the present and future
While we forget the poorly forged pages of time.
What if we could change this past
Whilst building an ever growing future.
Will we, one day, be able to do so?
Devon McElveen, 23 czerwca 2013
As humans we are unique.
Unique within our features.
Our bodies, minds and souls
Indeed unique creatures.
What is it that occurs
Once we lose sense of self?
In time we lose humanity,
That can not be helped.
Our minds and bodies,
Temporary parts.
Because it is our souls
That prepare for a new start.
Devon McElveen, 20 czerwca 2013
A sea full of glass
The ground covered in metal
Brown rust in the air
Devon McElveen, 20 czerwca 2013
Why do I enjoy this feeling?
Is that really a question?
Do you see the anguish that they have caused?
Do you see the strife?
The terror in their eyes?
The corruption that runs rampant?
Why do they cause war?
What do they fight for?
Is it their morals?
What morals?
Aren’t morals nothing but words thrown away near death?
Why do I live in the dark?
Aren’t the lights so blinding?
Don’t they shed light on our inner truths?
No matter how gruesome or terrifying?
Do you not like the dark?
Doesn’t it rid us of pointless thoughts?
Do you not feel serene here?
Do you not find salvation here?
Aloneness. Is it not a wondrous thing?
Devon McElveen, 20 czerwca 2013
There lies two roads before me,
One right, one left.
They seem to call to me
With every little step.
This is proving to be a conflict
Quite difficult to decide.
I’m having problems finding
Which one with which I should side.
What lies ahead on the right
Is a life of immense fame.
While the one on the left
Shows pride all the same.
But the problems that hide in each road
Are yet to be seen.
So I walk in the tall grass
That lies in between.
Devon McElveen, 20 czerwca 2013
I used to think sleep was a way to escape.
A way to live happily, a way to find ambition.
But these images we conceive are merely fake
Once we break hold of this motionless position.
Within this, reality is but an illusion.
Though we believe this not to be true.
And to understand this may bring about confusion
But doing so we can begin anew.
To lie asleep, we can never live our lives.
Asleep, we have lied too long.
It is time that we open our eyes
So that again, we may move along.
Rise. We may never be given another chance
To be able to build, discover and advance.
Devon McElveen, 20 czerwca 2013
When they say a man
Has a way with words
It means that his voice
Is easily heard.
To own this voice,
Trouble it brings.
Not all people like
When canaries sing.
Devon McElveen, 18 czerwca 2013
As we move into the unknown
Be wary of the things we may face,
Challenges that may be difficult for us to overcome.
Deeper we move
Even with the danger becoming more apparent.
Fear,
Growing ever so strong.
Here we will test our will.
In time we will succeed,
Just in time for the next generation to take over.
Knowing the dangers they may move ever farther
Leaving their own marks in history.
More of them will be born in this world
Nothing will tear them from their campaign
Of progress, pride, and
Perseverance.
Quitting will no longer be heard of.
Rushing and advancing will be the thing we will agree upon.
Still,
This world is full of anger and greed.
Until we can cure this plague
Violence will prove to be prevalent in this world
Where One must fight to stay true to one's beliefs.
Xceed your expectations,
Yield to no obstacle,
Zoom into the unknown
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