Broke Down on Earth

The angel with broken wings,
Fell back to earth
So put a tattoo on its hurt pride
And dust off it's worldly shock.
Its eyes are so lonely,
So talk to it, and be with the angel.
Hitting the ground, becoming one with the people
Pick up the feathers from the wings,
And mend to them.
The angel falls to earth, and you wash its feet.
Care for it's every need, and show it love.
Feeling the vibrations of heaven rub off
You are sent to a different dimension for moments at a time.
Talk about the sights above the city, and above you.
From the peaks in Africa, to the farms in India.
The angel talks with emotion from a higher source,
Used as a microphone, of how wondrous the earth is.
The filth of the 21st century is destroying it,
And themselves in the actions - you are a part of the crowd.
Deconstruct your lifestyle,
And stop waking up doing the same things,
Thinking of the same people.
The angel was with you, and in your heart.
It beat for the love you sought in it's eyes.
And the fulfilness you wanted,
That you saw glomming - resting in him.
Go back into your room, and close the door
And cry for it to all stop
The torture, and the drama - and the events.
Wake up the next day, and determine your existence.
The foreign music plays, and the world spues more waste.
Illusions of what life should be, bounce in your head.
Life, death resurrect - he knew his existence had a point.
Living in this day in age, our cry's get drowned in the crowd,
Thinking of death - and a way to stop the pain,
We look for a cure of this mess we call our lives.
Help the angel on it's feet, and give her sandals to walk on.
And as you speak towards the sky,
Sometimes you wonder if you are speaking to yourself
And you are reassured by the changing events in your life.
Finding the meaning of life, can be played as a game.
Girls look in the mirror and cry over what they see,
And guys look past the mirror, into a false smile.
Who are we to call, when the game we are playing
Starts to play us?
Is it real - this feeling I feel?
This world hands us sorrow and grief,
Keep your mind in a higher place -
Do whatever you can do to survive.
If you are a broken wheel,
I will catch you when you fall,
And keep your face away from the fire.
As you are feeling that you do not belong on the face of the earth,
Know that I will be here for you.
Having no meaning, and no purpose
Let your two minds drift worlds apart.
As the thoughts surround you and take you in
You can start to reconstruct your world.
And let the angel fly back into the sky.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002