It's Personal Consumption

The words fall,
Blindly upon me.
The red letters glare at me,
Daring me to be something that I'm not.
You have a right to believe,
Believe whatever the latest consensus says you should.
Don't be radical about anything,
And when you are ready to take a stand and show a hand
You will feel the sting of a raw arrow
With the poison on it -
Contaminating your faith.
Stay with your steady pace.
Let others know how you dress, not how you should.
What are your views?
Not the views you read about, or talk about
And if you dare to step over the line
You will simply be shot down
By the sniper of the world.
You will then fall back into your hole of self contamination
Into the cage
The cage of the gifted,
The cage of the retarded.
Where you can be looked at like an animal
And stared at like a beast
The cage for you.
Lash out at everyone like the wild animal they perceive you as
Or be passive and have a self realization meeting with yourself.
Is it then you will get back up and try again?
It's cold outside
So close the door to hatred,
Close the door to these thoughts,
Leaking through the screen
Like my bonded forgetful past.
You can sit and form groups,
And be afraid of little boys running around yelling jihad.
Even in hard rain the fire continues to do its damage,
Horrific images of the flag burning on foreign soils.
Lord lift me up and take me to a higher place.
When the ending starts to take place
The wheels will be set in motion that lay dormant for years
Where will you be during all of this?
I am on the edge of society,
And about to be pushed off the face of the world
The stench of humanism is on a rise
I choke as I try to think for myself
You are my strength, my light and hope.
I call on you when I crawl
And forget about you when I am leaping bounds.
I call upon myself for a change
For a higher stanmia to take place within me.
I am picking up the phone
That has been ringing in my soul
Not the one that calls upon you
When I am lying in the ER,
Thinking of all my bad
Promising to you, and swearing off on my life
Help me be consumed by you.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002