Drinking and Lusting

Drinking and Lusting

My two most often saviors are materialistic it’s true,
One is of flesh, and the other a deadly brew.
When I feel beaten or low, to them I run,
Sensual pleasures until happiness comes, please excuse the pun.

And when my energy is spent,
And the day is wan,
Joy to me is lent,
From the fermentation in the can.

You may cry or weep for me the dirty drunk,
You may call me names and even kick me when I’m down,
But let me these lies debunk,
For only I have a reason to frown.

You accuse me of being lazy,
Yet I have worked as hard as anyone here,
You spend your money on killing the planet, oh oups-a-daisy,
I may have offended you I fear.

You call me a filthy sinner,
And sinner may be true,
But did you say a grace at dinner,
Or have you given God his due.

You blame me for your troubles,
And yet I blame you not,
For through all my trips and tumbles,
I have learned to be meek, and yet you have not.

I drink and lust and try to only feel good,
You crush to top of the business latter, and it’s understood,
That only I am the one who is doing wrong,
Looking at a pretty thing, taking off her thong.

Now why is it may I ask,
That you feel guilty through these distinctions that you meet?
And so to you I have a task,
Go and kiss a bums sorry feet.

Mistakes... I hate them...

I love my girl friend, and yet I keep on trying to mess up. I stop myself before its too late, but if someone ever saw what I was doing they might not know that. They might think that I was being unfaithful, and in part they are right. For though I have never had a relationship past friends with any girl, and I have not "fooled around" with anyone, I still come close. I hate this. What am I doing? I have something so pure and something so amazing and yet I come so close to ruining it. Are all males like this, who are not able to get any. I love. And thats the only thing I think that stops me from hurting her. Thats the only thing stopping me from "fooling around". I never will fool around this I know. And yet I for some reason like knowing that I am so close to if I want.

Tribute To My Love and My Captor

Tribute To My Love and My Captor

By Devon Coupland

I see glimpses of you when I'm outside on my porch,
I feel your eyes watching me when I listen to songs,
But when I try and touch you, I get burnt, I get scorched,
Yet in my hands is where you belong.

I chase and chase you, never seeming to catch you.
In fact often it is you, that hunts successfully,
And I one of a the chosen few,
Of whom you make love to relentlessly.

I know there are others,
For you can never be satisfied by one,
So you visit many of my sisters and brothers,
And go, go as they might, none fast enough can run.

You're in the eye of the carpenter,
You're in the heart of the poet,
You're in the hands of the sculptor,
And all their fame, to you they owe it.

Hear Me Inspiration

Hear Me Inspiration

By Devon Coupland

Oh hear me inspiration,
Night in Gale of my mind,
Take me into your consideration,
In thoughts to paper bind

Read my heart and soul,
And conjure them to my pen,
Into my intellect you must mole;
And find out what differs me from other men.

Now grasp it and hold it true,
And transform it, change it,
And make it new;
I can tame you, but never can I change you.
Oh inspiration you come and tease me,
You flaunt your tantalizing body,
Keeping me at a distance, but still able to see,
Everything that makes you Godly.

Suddenly you dictate to my head,
And ink flies, while in my soul, you I hold.
Words count as much as a beaches sand,
While I write what by you I am told.

And then I’m alone,
For like all others I’m used and left in guile.
But still your voice, your tone,
Thinking of you makes me smile.

Oh hear me inspiration,
Night in Gale of my mind,
Take me into your consideration,
In thoughts to paper bind.

Goo Goo Dolls- Name

Goo Goo Dolls- Name

And even though the moment passed me by

I still can't turn away

Cause all the dreams you never thought you'd lose

Got tossed along the way

And letters that you never meant to send

Get lost or thrown away

And now we're grown up orphans

That never knew their names

We don't belong to no one

That's a shame

But if you could hide beside me

Maybe for a while

And I won't tell no one your name

And I won't tell em your name

Scars are souvenirs you never lose

The past is never far

Did you lose yourself somewhere out there

Did you get to be a star

And don't it make you sad to know that life

Is more than who we are

You grew up way too fast

And now there's nothing to believe

And reruns all become our history

A tired song keeps playing on a tired radio

And I won't tell no one your name

And I won't tell em your name

I think about you all the time

But I don't need the same

It's lonely where you are come back down

And I won't tell em your name

An amzing song and one that to me anyway is dedicated to a girl I love, and always will.

Oh Little Love

Oh Little Love

By Devon Coupland

Oh love you come to my apartment weeping,
A face of horrors of what you’ve found,
And you give me your heart for safe keeping,
And I listen to your heart ache without a sound.

Oh little love don’t worry so,
When the sun goes down, the moon shall rise,
Upon the singing lark, who will fight off
All the Evil’s that lurk in the dark.

I tell you everything will be okay,
I hide from you my own fears,
And hold you till the break of day,
Damning those forsaken tears.

You are worth more then your weight in Gold,
And for your sake you I will continue to hold,
I shall always be here at your side,
A friend to share with and to confide,
Everything that you see this night on this scary ride.

Oh little love don’t worry so,
When the sun goes down, the moon shall rise,
Upon the singing lark, who will fight off
All the Evil’s that lurk in the dark.

And when the sun does break,
And all your tears are dried up,
Only one thing from this night will you take,
And that is friends never give up.

Suicidal Thoughts

Suicidal Thoughts

By Devon Coupland

Pain, Sorrow, Suffering,
Tare at the heart with
Every breath, leaving you
Gasping,
Wailing,
Wanting to die. The thought
Of suicide always visible
In the mirror of the knife,
On the table of pills,
And in the box of shells.
Gasping,
Wailing,
Crying, you find your choice.
You lecture to God about
Creation, compassion, and love,
You swear at your friends,
And curse your enemies,
Gasping,
Wailing,

You die.

NUDE BOY

NUDE BOY
By Devon Coupland

He comes before the world of men naked,
With nothing to show but himself.
And he calls those before HIM indecent.
He who has lived the honest life,
Who knows little of the worlds strife,
They push and trip and call each other down,
While the nude shakes his head with a frown.

He knows the true meaning of “keeping the faith,”
While all those around him think they are all safe.
How can such a simple boy
Naked, alone, and sore show the world of “men”
Something they have never seen before.

Because though the world is invested with Filth,
The nude boy, has invested in the Godly, sort of wealth.

Lust of the Mind

Lust of the Mind

By Devon Coupland

Cast out the light of day,
And keep your dreams at bay.
Feel the burning of desire,
To be washed over you like a pent up flood of passion,
Kiss, and let your soul be on fire,
And throw away any thoughts like ration.

Trace their body lightly
And kiss along their neck,
Realize your kind of wreck,
And hold on tightly,
For in their arms you lay,
For all the night, and all the day.

Keep your eyes hidden
For you’re all most there,
Do not come until bidden,
And both your necks are erect with hair.
Feel the release,
And do it again, if you please.

The Dove’s song

The Dove’s Song

By Devon Coupland

Come to my room oh love,
And I will share with you,
The sight of the most beautiful dove,
That comes to just us two.
Our feathered friend will bask in the moon,
And keep our nights filled with passion,
It’s song we’ll dance and sing to in tune,
Because the lyrics are very old fashion.

Our dove’s song has been sung for many years,
And through time the beat has been altered,
But the lyrics are still sung by our peers,
For the songs power can never be haltered.
It keeps us together in times of trouble,
And causes us to prance,
And though in our song we may stumble,
No one will see, for it’s part of the dance.

Ode to Genetics

Ode to Genetics

Oh I’m so bored in class,
My prof Is such a bore,
Oh I could cut my wrist with glass,
This crap just makes me want to gag.

Genetics is my curse,
With all of these forsaken allele,
Which makes it all worse,
Is how Mendle makes me feel?

Oh this can’t be what the monk thought,
With genotypes, phenotypes and Drosophilae,
When those pea plants he so cautiously bought
Listening to this is worse then having Gonorrhea.

DNA is actually quite a bore,
And RNA is rather quite lacking,
It is the chromosomes that I uphore,
With all its chromosome mapping.

The “X” chromosome has PMS,
And the “Y” a one track mind,
Meiosis makes a mess,
And is crisis Mitosis is rather unkind.

Morgen obviously smelled to attract flies,
Mendel had a thing for peas,
Avery maliciously murdered many mice,
But I’m not interested in any of these.

Writing this keeps me awake,
When all those around me snore.
How much more of this can I take,
When mutations seem to beat my head sore?

I learn about “leading strand” and “legging strand”
And all about Origins and Homologues pair,
But how much more of this can I stand?
And our prof talks as if I care!

While I from homozygous and recessive distinguish,
And all the while try the info to retain,
You just shut your mouth about English,
And NEVER in philosophy should you complain.

Demon Us

By Devon Coupland

Long have I been away from the heart of Men.
For long have I been battling the demons of my soul,
I have fought long and I have fought hard and have managed to keep whole,
Whole from my demons seductive smile,
Whole by my constant stream of denial.
A denial that is rich,
A denial that is strong,
A denial that I have used for all too long.
Soon I will fade.
Fade from sight,
Fade from the light,
A light that saves and kills
With a single breath,
And takes everything from you it owes,
Until there’s nothing left,
But a light that blinds as it allows you to see,
All that is you and all that is me.
A light whose single embrace is heaven and hell,
And even more then you can tell.
You’ve fallen in love with the demon,
But you reject it just the same,
And then you’re back at the start of whence you came.
Fighting the demon from every angle,
Fighting the Demon…Or is it an Angel?

Introduction

First I would like to tell you a bit about what is written here before you decide to read anything. All that is written here are creations of my mind, and though I hope you read through what is below realize that though this all refects on me, it may not be as it sounds. Hope you enjoy, and feel free to email me, at devoncoupland@hotmail.com. Thankyou.