Hit the Deck

Put my brain on tap
And look at the wires that hold the juice of my mind
And feel your retina burn
Knowing that this is the last stop, before home.
My house built out of cards is about to collapse
But the smell of aged leather that covers the bible is sacred to me
It opens some old forgotten words,
Telling me, it is good to struggle and be confused about faith
For I struggle with the confusion of faith.
When you think you have it down, it will hit you
Like a bag of bricks, you will slip and fall.
The hard rain hits me and throws me on the floor to the deck.
Like this deck of cards you carefully hold with your hands
Deal my life,
And rid my spirit of this anguish.
Give me happiness, feed me this drug called euphoria.
Cleanse my body as I am reborn
And help me have the power to look in the mirror
To see who I have become
The world is turning on my revolution
Heads are spinning when the word touches my lips
And when you think you finally have your faith down,
It dawns on you, that you haven't even read the first chapter yet.
And then you can finally realize its strength and power
Use your time on this earth wisely
Pray until your blue in the face,
And bring your A game to the table when you lay it all down
For you never know when the game will end.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2003