Golden Eyes

The sky is flooded with golden rain,
That's just pouring into my eyes.
My knees buckle like a bad football game
And I look up.
Only to be flooded with sensations of a new.
I am so astonished that I shaved with some mase
Unfazed by even my own actions,
Because you have something that I can't have, but need.
Your eyes talk but you are silent.
Its like going to the doctor for help
And getting murder prescribed by ink.
Only if you know the judge and the jury,
Will your sickness pass as a sip of death.
And soon after you can stop looking at the slip of death that you keep locked up.
Stop me from rolling in this love of death.
Or else I feel like I've got to run
The legs that carry me tell me I have got a soul that just won't die
It came with the talent of the creator
So will you answer my cry of intent
To get the keys, so I can unlock your heart?
Just a pen and some paper
As I scribble down my world, my dreams come true.
I live in a world of hopes, just as you.
But I'm livin on the edge.
It is the quiet storm that crawls before us.
And the noise that follows the cry,
The pure peace that resounds in me and you
Never shakes us from this moment and fabric of our time.
It is a freeze frame of our life.
You are blurred,
And my memory like this faded negative is gone.
If you know who you are,
Why not make yourself seen?
I have changed.
This whole experience is my revolution.
I will have no regrets this time around
As I realize my youth as a man was only my world as an impressionist.
I struggle and fight to keep these words alive,
As I step out of my own shadow.
I've been waiting for this moment, and here it is.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002