Devon McElveen, 29 grudnia 2011
We dare, travel into the darkness of despair?
Continue to try when our limbs grow bare.
This world we see is far from fair.
While they fell around me, it watched and stared.
Cruel. One of many words to describe it.
Reality seems like nothing but a mere myth aside it.
Bliss can never be achieved in this life
With all of the pain, disdain, and strife.
Fear is but one thing it fuels.
Those who honor and cherish it are mere fools.
Its rival is seen as just a simple dream
Because its presence has never been seen.
But…
We have never thought, “Perhaps I am asleep.
A slumber in which I was brought so deep.”
Meaningless is our achievements, our goals;
The work that we endure, the everlasting toll.
Our minds. Easily misguided.
But we had no defense. No ways to fight it.
Once free beings. No cares, simple thoughts.
Greed and prosperity we now have sought.
We try to depart with riches from this earth.
When all of our essences have the same worth.
Why experience it again? It has no right.
Why must we endure the pressures of a second life?
Devon McElveen, 29 grudnia 2011
I look through history,
At all of the greats.
I then sort them all
And read only of my race.
Those who experienced
Pain and oppression.
Born in the Renaissance
And the Great Depression.
The struggles they’ve encountered,
The bars they’ve set,
The pride that they’ve had,
The absence of regret,
The words they’ve spoke,
The lives they’ve changed,
The followers they’ve had,
The sacrifices they’ve made,
The strength they’ve showed,
The prestige they’ve held,
The goals they’ve achieved,
The way they’ve excelled.
We want a place with them,
Our names next to theirs.
For we are all proud
To be our ancestor’s heirs.
Devon McElveen, 29 grudnia 2011
Another day creeps in
Becoming part of our history
Clustered with the other forgotten days of our past
Days we long for
Especially with anticipation for a promised goal during
Finished by the setting of the orange sun
Gaze upon the multicolored terrain above
Held by the pictures that our mind stores
In it, our deepest wants and thoughts
Jade colored grass under our soles
Kind nips at our ankles
Like children fighting for attention
Might we go back to the once happy days of childhood
Not knowing of the harshness life brings
Only then would we know true happiness
Peace and tranquility
Quiet surroundings and soft worries
Reading only of the greatness our world has
So wonderful those years were
Troublesome are lives have become
Unknown problems arise from nothing
Vivacious others may seem
While their inner truths hold bitter
Xceptions to no one
You're only fighting for yourself when
Zealous people are no longer alive.
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