Dimensions of Reality

It is the contamination of the soul
Spewing out of our mouth
From which we see our fear, lying in the filth that remains.
Lying down and watching time fall,
Trickling down the stained steel weathered by time and time only, before our eyes.
Dripping with innovation, this little wrinkled finger pointed
And then turned to me as if to say
The lost ones have now been found.
I hear those old forgotten words
But I want to see this angel with no wings.
She fly's with the wings of time
Yet no strings are attached.
So do you wear your religion on your sleeve?
Branded a freak by choice.
We need to swallow our pride,
And take part in the crusade of nations alike.
Those words rang through my head like the hymns of birds.
The passion of the dark ones,
Rise up, and burn their hatred, like the numbers engraved in their skulls.
And somehow we think religion can be anything but personal
Nobody knows their place when it comes to this.
Its a tragedy that we wait to see what everyone thinks through a consensus poll
Before we act on the faith of the One so many claim to love.
It will change your world - this radical way of thinking.
But his voice is hypnotizing
And we crumble at the sound of sin.
He manipulates his breath to your very touch
The publics eye is in the sky - waiting for proof to fall down.
Can you change the dimensions of reality?
No, The only proof I have is women crying for days,
And they loose the vibrant color that lies deep within.
So I throw my hands up and yell of this American tragedy
Seeing this time wasted, never to regain consciousness of faith
I take action,
Running into this house of madness
I spill my innocence onto the ground.
We will never shine, if we don't swallow our hate.
Get out of the shade, and step into the light.
Jump rope in the rain, and when you become drowsy
Feed off the blood lost, as you bleed your souls sorrows.
And Revive the true meaning of your life.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002