#devonazulaypoetry

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My Voice is for Earth

I wish for pastoral whimsy to flood my veins

Like any day, I woke up feeling more left than right

The imbalance is too much today

So adventure triumphs, yet again

 When the need to escape arises

I always find my poise in a bucolic destination

Living in a city, mountains in sight or not,

My equanimity is out of the picture in a corporate world

 The lesser the morals, the more insignificant I let myself become

My excuses to stay dejected are nothing to prove

I pull my head up, and wonder why I have not left the vehicle

The wind painted the sky with the trees, letting them brush back and forth

 My bare feet sunk into the soft dirt

Electric impulses shot up my spine; chakras realigned

And it all makes sense now; nothing makes sense

Why anyone would think to cover the Earth in concrete is beyond any conscious being

 This will be the last medically necessary adventure

For when I return to the city, I will let my voice be heard

Other humans might not understand Earth when she calls for help,

But I do; no longer can I feel purposeless, my premeditation to save Earth is the greatest reason to live.

Devon Azulay 

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New Livelyhood

I have reached a point in my life

Where everything seems to be falling into place

Sure there are situations that occur

Where I may feel a pinch of unrest here and there

My thoughts on negativity are very general and bleak

Because there is no place for it in my life

I recognize it as necessary though

Where else would I have learned how to survive?

The confidence I radiate did not exist just years ago

It came after the fact; after I had been submerged in what I thought was hell

Here I am, still breathing, still physically present

And I have to say, it’s not bad being alive

Not now, not ever; I have family

And more extended family

I have a world of souls that love me, just because I love them too

My journey, though seemingly long, has only just begun

I’m ready for whatever this life has to throw my way

I’ll catch it all one by one

But until then I’ll be smiling at the sun

And lighting up the lives of others around me

Devon Azulay

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My Heart Confesses What My Vocal Chords Can’t

I feel like it’s time I let you know…

Somehow

One way or another

I need to tell you

It’s not that I am unsure

Because I more than know we’d go well

Together; it’s hard to find a time

A time that’s safe to say what I need

What will you say?

So I get caught up in my excuses  

When really I just think about it

How I want to say…

The anxiety blocks my heart

But why should I worry

When my senses are telling me

My gut is screaming at me

Trying to gain my attention

So to get me to tell you

Just how I feel about you

I thought maybe I could wait and give it time

But time just rots me away

The more I go

Without telling you.

So, who knows, maybe you feel the same. 

Devon Azulay

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It’s Just a Page With Words

I opened this page for a reason

To write something thrilling

Something that will leave the reader’s heart on edge

Making them anxiously wait for their eyes to get to the next line

I want to put something on this page that defies all ways of thinking

And even though my reader’s mind will be distorted

My reader may also have a new thought

Maybe just maybe everything we see is an illusion

It’s crazy to think that something we are seeing face to face

Could be completely different than what we thought it was

So if I want to write something that dilutes my reader’s thoughts

I need something that washes out their mind so to bring forth a new way of thinking

There is an idea that humans as well as other beings are far more complex than we had assumed

And life is just so much more

What if I am not crazy?

Am I more than a simple writer putting words on a page that seem to fit?

If I am to really answer this question

A question I’m asking not only myself,

But the world around me;

Are we all just a bag of bones?

Or are we as beings far more powerful than we thought?

Just take a look at this page; look closer and you will see

When I say we are powerful I mean it

I wanted to write something that made my reader think differently for a moment

And I’ve done just that

I don’t know about you, but I know us humans don’t really get credit for how incredible we are

Let’s change our stereotype in nature

We are no longer destroyers of Earth

The plague has been lifted

From now on we shall live symbiotically with the earth and ourselves

Devon Azulay 

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Brilliant Being

Jump off the cliff and let all troubles go

Away in the breeze you’ll see them drift

Like pleasant little cotton balls as they float off the trees

There’s a temperate pause when you submerge

As you listen to the muffled clashing and splashing

You realize…  

You could spend an eternity under the crystal aqua

But your lungs begin to call for your attention

The body needs oxygen

So you come up for your breath

And accept the mammal you are

An air breathing, land taming, brilliant being

Devon Azulay 

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Imagination

The conscious mind takes a break

And the results seem silly

They talk with a squint

Smiling like a drooling sloth

Aside from goofy drawls and presently insane ideas

The mind inside is doing something profound

With the subconscious working side-by-side the imagination

Different dimensions open

They surely couldn’t hesitate to jump in

There could be purple plants and green flowers

Or inside-out hills

And upside-down valleys

With three-eyed-nine-toed boars

Jumping eagles, flying hippos, and sitting cheetahs

Something was different here for sure

Because none of the creatures would even dare to bite one another

Unless necessary; but there was not an ounce of suffering

Neither a teaspoon of hatred

To think all we have to do to rid the hatred and unrest

Is close our eyes and let the hurt disperse

Devon Azulay 

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Script-less Film

Sometimes it feels

Like it’s just a never ending movie

One in the highest definition possible

It seems to play throughout the day

But then something catches our attention

An object or a feeling

One that brings our consciousness to the present

A feeling that tells us

Everything is very real

Devon Azulay 

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One Soul

One soul

Travelling within one body

Along one lone road

It was one dark night

With one hell of a fright

When he came about one lone tunnel

It’s one and only light burnt out

Seeming to model the one feeling he’s felt all night

One animalistic titillation that deepened to his skull

With one year left in town

A town boasting one too many deaths

And one too many brassy spirits

Spirits with one purpose; which is to taunt

And taunt they will; one night a year

He had one inclination to stick it out though

He could have bought one ticket

To be away just this one night

But he forgot one thing

And the ticket was just the one

So he lies awake in bed; at one

Waiting for that one awful tintinnabulation from the clock

This one night when he hears the gongs

Several spirits will emerge with one splurge in mind

One torment

One torture

One soul

Devon Azulay