Walking on Gravity

Its some 80's love struck song
That you just can't exit from.
Sitting inside, layered with compassion, and lovestruck eyes.
Its the warmth from the heat of the pulsing speakers,
That is pushing against your heart
It's scary, and you are lost.
My world has been raped by you.
So you bail, turning from it, to nothing but blackness
And you shake yourself, like the leaves overflowing with life,
Doing everything you can, to wake up from this dream
Because the cool weather is nipping at your hands
And it makes you sweat, so you rip your shirt
Only to feel the breeze of darkness
It brings you to this quiet place - injecting you with chills.
You loose yourself between the lines of the song
To discover I'm waiting here
But what is the meaning of this mindless trap?
It's the highway to heaven that only has seething bullets and bombs zoom
And with only a degree of separation from war
The screeching jets flying above
It all is the dynamics life.
Finding yourself putting your hands over your eyes..
And knowing I've up and left.
Never walk away from me,
For I want to be the finest detail of your story.
Please be with me forever,
For I hold my pillow tight, knowing that I dream alone.
My bloodshot eyes turn to look at the light,
And I realize it has all been a highlight,
Of nothing more but a color of a dream.
So paint my reality as you enter my world.
Can you touch my turbulence that is rattling my head?
It has the cultural shock, swirling around the artillery shells
From these shots at my soul
That is now pushing through my veins.
It has me Running through black school halls
And screaming at the devil to play his hand.
So will you live or fall before my eyes?
Will I ever see the light of day?
Or am I stuck in the nightly glare?
It's the perfection of the relevance of the question.
It's a talaban to Satin.
As the psychotic princess presses the scalding ice to her brain
That causes the stillness of space, and a fog
That creates the clearest of gravity that keeps these two feet down.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002