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Devin

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

1 poem·Since May 2013
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The Journey

May 28, 2013
A Shameless Player with gates closed tight Only open in the darkness of night For a fleeting moment In the passage of time, The disguise is lifted Revealing his true kind Only to be left behind Changed one day to start anew life That is not sought by those with worldly views A life so tender, so loving, so kind That any passerby would accuse the man of being foolishly blind When in truth, He is someone who has been awoken Like a long lost dreamer Wandering amidst places unspoken His footsteps lead him through Woods of Sorrow, Streams of Tears, Lives Gone Tomorrow Caught off guard She found him falling Into her heart’s embrace Guarded by the one Who teaches him To find his place She is like a Thief in the Night With her good intentions She blinds him beyond recollection She shows him his fears And he attempts to escape But then he learns that this Is fate So they embrace His feelings run free The gates have been opened A flood pours forth of love unspoken A connection so deep, undetected by others Felt only by the forest That supported the lovers Together in peace Hiding from those who seek To destroy beauty grown in the heart of a beast Now a man Wisdom had been Imputed upon him He encounters a Jester Who wants to cause a grin Foolish Jester poking fun At the dreams of inspiration These fools who look to destroy and create What we call the lost Are as ignorant As the ones they teach to Steal, Lie, Hate. They don’t see their dreams They refuse to open the eyes That would show them a life to live That could fulfill and thrive. They prefer their disguise.
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