Storms of Faith

With wings of darkness, and crimson eyes,
The hatred swarms with battle cries.
Wielding their destruction, in weapons of faith,
The anger and condescension, a war it creates.
Between the innocent accused, and the cults of God,
His followers give Him words, and He gives them a nod?

Blood spilled at the hands of the righteous,
Screams of those born into this pain,
This God is a cruel one,
Allowing the innocent to be slain.

We weep and we stand,
For our rights and our kind,
But down you cut us,
Calling us maligned.

Give us our freedom for which we deserve,
And end the hypocrisy, your perfection unnerve.

With your God telling you we are not worthy,
And your leaders telling you we have sinned,
Give us a chance to show you our hearts,
And not be falsely condemned.

This God gave us life too,
And it is not a choice,
For if faith calls for hate,
Then why listen to this God's voice?



By Devin Gaughan

A Simple Midnight Walk

A simple midnight walk.
Sky like a panther's fur.
Ground so bare and gray.
Stars flickering between.
Sheer December cold and silence wrapped around the dimly blinking street lamps.
Light footsteps echo through the fog.

Wandering with no destination, no thoughts, and no intentions.
Clearing thoughts, and taking in the silence.
Meditating with movement, step by step through the endless night.
Calming, relaxing, no thoughts.

Feeling the presence of earth, time, space, and energy.
Fusing soul and spirit.
Dancing lights, intertwining their infinite strands of life and mind.
Weaving enlightenment.
Understanding true peace.

A simple midnight walk.
Meditation of this generation.
Solid ground, no distractions around.
Cold air nipping at your skin through your clothes.
Senses rendered useless.

Nothing but clear mind.

Revitalized.


By Devin Gaughan

Enlightenment

Pondering the road, and its many a fault,
Remembering the illusion, walls hidden of vault.
Confined in this existence, the world a mere delusion,
All we hold dear, is nothing but confusion.

Let go and be free, never giving a second thought,
To rid yourself of confinement, and happiness naught.
Breaks the chains of mortality, nirvana's divine ascension,
Bring forth unending bliss, the final formless dimension.

Multiplying convening joy, infinitely amplifying,
Surging with love and pleasure, no physical presence.
Soul, mind, and spirit, into the plane of omniscience,
With overwhelming delight of pure conscience.


By Devin Gaughan

Wake Of This Mourning

Drowning in sleep,
Wake of this mourning,
Wake up this morning,
Wishing it was a dream,
Sorrow overwhelming.

Pipe organs,
Tears,
Coffin,
Sending your soul.

Wash away,
Step forward,
Forget,
Pain,
Loss.

I'll be with you soon.


By Devin Gaughan

Laughing Stormcloud

The sky darkened with grey and black clouds. Heavy rain assaulted the roof in a barrage of a million tiny drops, falling to the earth like sand in an hourglass. The lightning flashed as the rolling thunder swept across the land, reverberating every molecule with its powerful roar. The ambient taps of the raindrops grew more intense as the flashes grew closer and the thunderous bellows weeped from the black clouds overhead. "How sad that the sun is gone today", they seemed to say. Mocking us with its dreadful existence. The storm comes and makes us settle down. Come back, Sun, so we can play.

- Devin Gaughan