Parting Waters

The music playes
In a distant shadow of light.
As the people clapped their hands
They have hope in their eyes.
This lush village, flooded by hope
Like Moses parting waters
From my world to yours
A path is made.
But can you find it?
In this world of wet,
We are torn into two halves.
High above, the angel blows his horn
And fire rises up from the sea.
As you make your way to me, be careful.
For you feel the warmth, the reminiscence of the sting
As the coals cool beneath your feet
This deranged world through your eyes
A divine indifference from me to you.
Running from the demons
Who bring you down, on your knees.
Like the coals that once scared your feet
You find pointess to hide.
A phone book without numbers
A ship without stars to guide it,
What is this demeaning culture coming to?
But my story is aged
And these brittle pages crumble on touch
It is this weird sensation
Is my only intoxication
To live every moment
That she breathed into me.
The plucking of the strings on the guitar
Shatter my soul
And as the thunder backs off
The smell comes on strong,
It is the unmistakable fragrance
Of Gods mind game
When they finally throw me up
And crucify me for who I am
I will be found guilty by association.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002