Pure Bliss

The ignorant population
Helps me stand up and leave,
It is the judgmental consequence to reality.
The tip of your ears sense regret.
It is the iceberg of my titanic.
I choke on my own contradiction
And stumble on the drunkenness of the waves.
I shy away from this pool of purity
For when I muster up enough willingness to peer into it,
It stares back at me - with no reflection.
Have I lost my identity?
On the streets I have my wrist band,
My one thing to identify with.
Nothing more than my rubber band
That tightens around my voice box
And deconstructs its victims grasp like a killer.
It chokes my mind from thinking like the starving minds of the coming age.
Your big black eyes are as dark as I am
And still, you proceed to live out your dreams.
But my body is nothing more than a city of bones,
And a fragile face.
History will build a pond of past time.
Illusions spinning out of time.
Where the unhealthy do not contaminate the pages history is written on.
Are you hot to death?
It is the star-less night of the urban life.
Unglued and chest heaving for air.
Its shallow sky falls upon me.
And I scream until I am out of breath.
People finally realize shaping the empty space is out of this world.
Watch your life span anew.
This emotion is good to play with,
Only when the artist makes music in the castle of mine.
But the hatred pushes on and on.
Through my light house of time,
We martyr the whites off the face of the earth,
And martyr all blacks and all ethics,
So there is all but none.
It is that one laugh, that makes the serene stand out.
The world can then be blind to color, and never again open its eyes.
You fly above all of this.
You are my beacon of hope,
Your failure to comply with the coming of age, puts you in control.
I want to run from society - through the darkest forests.
Caught in a shadow of endless stretches
And entangled in the minds cobweb - of eye candy.
I need to compose myself and make a return to the spotlight.
And exhale..

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002