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

Blue Carnation

Upon this brown field
A blue carnation hangs from your chest
As you peer up,
Looking at the vanilla sky
The spy glass, now centuries old
Whispers the secrets of life to you,
Wisdom and courage lies in intolerable amounts.
Life plays many tunes - but do you accept my offer?
It unites our souls by meaning.
Place it upon your finger and come with me.
Towards this shadow of death,
The breaking foundation pushes upward
As we grasp for control our faces turns red.
With the wind pushing upon us, we coast to power
And we heave as we start to take momentum.
And yet we still do not slow down
In fact I use the trees to guide our hope.
As the sun rolls off the edge of the world.
With impedimenta I stop, I get up
Letting the blood rush back into the face
And letting time catch up with me
Sweat breaking out over our body like the west Nile virus
The polio of the 21st century
Running towards this sea of black
Caught Breathless
My body is an ice cube.
Riding on the high voltage of life,
Shocked by the waves that blind-side me.
This sea of black moves under my feet
I look to see that I am confined
The head rising up - in this sea of Lucifer
Cries spew out its name
And I look to see lights afar
The light on the cabin flashes for the attendant
I wake up to see your sleepy head resting next to mine
Help me crawl under the sheets
And hide from the face of the world.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002

Red eyes, sleepless days.

Its Technicolor in a black and white world.
Its putting time into a freezer,
To watch the seconds creep slower to nothing.
You can now sit back into the endless time
The warm misty infection sets upon your shoulders
Settling into your soul
And it warms you like a warm drop of honey
Leaving you radiating warmth in cool weather.
I see the sun broadcast happiness through your eyes
And it astounds me.
Is there any fabrication to my life?
Can I have passion that flows through you
Or am I stuck aimlessly walking the beaches?
The vagueness kills me, choking my thoughts in a cloud
I am perplexed with the depression bursting through my skin
I am restless,
So paint me red.
So you can say that you have read through my games.
The endless wonder of a simple mind.
Who will heal the pains inside of me?
I am behind in the pursuit of the world
I am sleepless
Do you know someone who feels the pain inside me?
Deprived of my nature
Broken in pieces on the cement ground.
So gather around the architect
And when the world fails to piece me back,
With a stick and some glue
We turn to the Lord who says
Come onto me,
And I will give you rest.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002

Inside the Smile

A touch in the dark
A kiss in the night
This girl who seeks my face
Standing at my crossroads
Looking for me.
Nowhere to be found,
For I am looking at my surroundings
Just an emotional wreck about to crack
And the sun heals me like gasoline
I am tired and need shelter from these thoughts.
Hush little baby don't you cry
Daddies going to sing to you,
And before you drift off
The lord is going to answer my prayers.
I am plodding through my challenges
I am yours
To make to mold and to create.
Please don't let these places
These people, these things
Effect me, and become reality.
Dreams and goals seem so distant,
With the slithering of a snake.
My eye lids are peeled open from shame
As I pick up my cross,
The splinters stick into my hand.
Hear my prayers, and come to answer them.
This empty space between me and heaven
I am an empty cup
Fill me up - with the visions of you
Without them.. I am good as dead.
I want to shout from mountains,
Above sky scrapers, and near planes
My love and passion for you.
I had a dream about being a freak of god.
It never astounded me,
The way they acted, talked and spoke.
We looked at the stars the same way you do.
And watched the snow fall inside the house of love.
Rain or shine, I will be standing in that roofless altar
On my knees before everyone else,
And only being seen through the eyes of you
Where people cry outside for the savior of life,
I smile for my palms grasp reality.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002

Dear Stephanie

Flesh and blood
The water sits in stagnant silence
And toils with my flesh
It irritates me
I am left with the scratching sensation
Bleeding my tears
He didn't die for nothing
Tearing you apart..
From the inside out
Sitting at home at night
With tears running down your cheek
A warm condolence,
To a cold dark apartment
Am I dying inside for nothing?
A romantic moonlit night
With one person still by the shores
The shores of my fears
And the beach of my past.
My arms are showing age
And the empty arcs in them are spoken for
But the tears still flow
And from the hard rain that impairs my judgment
It leaves the water deposits on the island
Leaving my world in a flood
For you are my ship,
And like these waves that drown me
The water pours on my soul
The Dark sky discourages me,
And the thunder threatens me
And without you I sink
Loosing my footing, and falling into blackness
So tell me why you lay so silent
On this hospital bed
And tell what's going on.
I cry in your dust at the house
Fearing that I am permanently
Physically abused by the memories
Of me and you.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002

Broke Down on Earth

The angel with broken wings,
Fell back to earth
So put a tattoo on its hurt pride
And dust off it's worldly shock.
Its eyes are so lonely,
So talk to it, and be with the angel.
Hitting the ground, becoming one with the people
Pick up the feathers from the wings,
And mend to them.
The angel falls to earth, and you wash its feet.
Care for it's every need, and show it love.
Feeling the vibrations of heaven rub off
You are sent to a different dimension for moments at a time.
Talk about the sights above the city, and above you.
From the peaks in Africa, to the farms in India.
The angel talks with emotion from a higher source,
Used as a microphone, of how wondrous the earth is.
The filth of the 21st century is destroying it,
And themselves in the actions - you are a part of the crowd.
Deconstruct your lifestyle,
And stop waking up doing the same things,
Thinking of the same people.
The angel was with you, and in your heart.
It beat for the love you sought in it's eyes.
And the fulfilness you wanted,
That you saw glomming - resting in him.
Go back into your room, and close the door
And cry for it to all stop
The torture, and the drama - and the events.
Wake up the next day, and determine your existence.
The foreign music plays, and the world spues more waste.
Illusions of what life should be, bounce in your head.
Life, death resurrect - he knew his existence had a point.
Living in this day in age, our cry's get drowned in the crowd,
Thinking of death - and a way to stop the pain,
We look for a cure of this mess we call our lives.
Help the angel on it's feet, and give her sandals to walk on.
And as you speak towards the sky,
Sometimes you wonder if you are speaking to yourself
And you are reassured by the changing events in your life.
Finding the meaning of life, can be played as a game.
Girls look in the mirror and cry over what they see,
And guys look past the mirror, into a false smile.
Who are we to call, when the game we are playing
Starts to play us?
Is it real - this feeling I feel?
This world hands us sorrow and grief,
Keep your mind in a higher place -
Do whatever you can do to survive.
If you are a broken wheel,
I will catch you when you fall,
And keep your face away from the fire.
As you are feeling that you do not belong on the face of the earth,
Know that I will be here for you.
Having no meaning, and no purpose
Let your two minds drift worlds apart.
As the thoughts surround you and take you in
You can start to reconstruct your world.
And let the angel fly back into the sky.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002

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

The start of JFP

I am soaring on the wings of you,
Looking below me
Trying to leave the world behind
Being caught up in the act of it,
Deeper than tears
And deeper than me.
I am with you.
Grab the spirit,
Watch it flow like the majestic waterfalls
Over shores of sand
Deeper than an ocean
I cannot touch the bottom
Take my breath away
And if I start to sink
I will clear the liquid out of my throat
Because you will be there, to guide me.
I am broke - on my knees
But you fix everything
And make everything right.
Play the songs that relate to me,
And the words that are a brother to me.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002

Complicated

You are acting like someone else.
But this time I am at fault.
Am I not normal to the skin?
Do I look different to the touch?
If I go around preaching the bible,
You promise to me that we won't get along.
Do you want me to promise you,
That I won't be myself,
That I won't have my belief?
This goes beyond belief
I am beside myself.
You take me to the core of the person
Rotted like an apple in a dump.
Should I not want to share my views?
Or just not talk about it.
Who wrote, that I am not that type of person?
I am what I am,
Branded a Jesus Freak, but that's not the point.
What made you say those words you said
Was it the pure fact of your intelligence?
Or pure shallowness of the world that is set about you?
I am outraged by the words that struck me
Feeling shocked
Like I had just been hit on my blind side.
And the anger manifests in me.
Be the person I grew to know you as,
Not someone so subjective

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002

Religious

He had life after death
He was resurrected.
As you find your place in this world
Cry and let your eyes burn,
Your cut's sting.
Open your inner self to me,
Let your soul be free,
All hands will coordinate to the sound of a breath
But my hands feed into the panic of greatness
And I fail my incredulous climb.
I am stopped from hitting bottom, because of you.
Open up your body,
Let your soul be free.
The thunder of my fears,
Blurred with the chaos of the world,
Sing clearly to the damned.
The red letters stare at people
In a true moment of honesty
They cry out to a deeper, clearer soul
And in the words find profound meaning.
Fingers dripping with water
And wrinkles of a new
I am in heaven.
Walking with God,
Into the odyssey of dreams -
But this is reality, and I am with him
Forever.
The truth is out there.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002

Artful Purfication

The death is art
And in this hurricane of self pity
We stood by the Altar,
I turned the knob and called your bluff
My ignorance let the fury in the room
And we watched the beast eye us down for the weaker one
Feasting on fear - he grows and hisses
His eyes penetrated my skull and made me feel faint
Infected by the skin I'm in
Purification
I will bleed my youth on the floor
Soaking up what is left of you
Rising up again as an old man.
I don't want to get carried away,
But I am at a loss of words.
With those red eyes peering into my soul
I stumble like a blind man
As I see the truth
And I could hear nothing else
But the grace of God.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002

Death of Our Age

Running into me
And passing overhead
Like a stolen guitar
But you never stop
And I keep running towards you
Only now you are behind me.
It is the union that makes the soul
I choke on the words
But these words get past beyond my throat
And past my lips
Ringing clearly to the mind.
How can I be me, and you be human?
I face the microphone, feeling the drama
Sweating blood, I step on the stage
I fumble in your pockets for change
And give the man an earth's worth of shouting
Plotting out the death of our age
I hand him the change, and turn my back.
Am I ruining the once majestic waters.
They are yelling at me,
You can't bring something like that to the table
Just to drop it on the floor
They insult me,
My intelligence.
It is a setup for a slaughter,
And you can not kill my spirit
Or my faith.
Stand afar and watch the work done within me.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002

Death Head

Death in the head
Will destroy the soul.
It drains my life out of me
Drawn out, like a IV of blood
Nothing yet has really sunk in
It looks like it always did.
I know I'm diving into my pool of destruction
And I am educated on this subject.
But my knowledge is a bitter wealth.
Like a bottle of rainless champagne
And after I'm gone
I will be plucked out on my own
To a sight in front of the tables of judgment.
Fight your tears
For I have the arc of an angel hanging over me.
And the golden violin is playing overhead.
Rest your mind
And celebrate my life.
I want to see the love again,
Resting in your eyes.
I will be watching over you,
Now and forever.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002

Free Falling

I was flying above the earth
Away from everything
Above my fears, above the clouds.
Nothing matters up here.
I love flying in the rain
Lightening dares the plane to go near it
In one moment I saw my eyes change
From happiness to panic, from assuming to hoping
Everything flashed before my eyes
The undisputed beat of my heart
And the blood pressure rising
The cells inside me are popping from the heat
It pushes painfully through my veins
And flows easy from the energy of the bolt
My life quickly flashes before my eyes
Standing atop a London statue
Alone
The rain pours down, flooding my hair
Into my eyes
I wipe my eyes, and squint to see
A statue, with pain - bleeding through the eyes
It rains on the streets down below.
I only see the blind leading the deaf.
The fire chars my skin
Smoke fills my lungs and I look to see everyone
Feel the drama engulfing the plane
A girl next to her boyfriend
Children huddled next to their mother
Feel the drama engulfing the plane
An old couple clings on to each other with new youth in panic
The lightening melting the engine,
Making me see things
That shall never be told.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002

The Storm

The storm keeps on twisting
And through the wind, and the lightening
An old man turned to me as if to say
Hurry she's waiting for you.
The happiness burns inside like a rainbow.
I want to be exposed,
Like a bad roll of film.
Turn to me and tell me you do too
For you make up all that you left
Even in the line of fire
You are in the arms of an angel
Flawless
But you fear change,
And you fear me.
Life's setup in a domino effect
A flinch and you live in a wreck
Rest your mind and come with me.
Step to my apartment
There's no one home, but
From my lips to God's ear
Girl I did you wrong
And I will do you right,
Forget your fears, and take a chance with me.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002

Head Gear

You just think
Because I take this fate,
And eat this bread and wine
That I can't have hate on my plate?
Well open your eyes country boy,
For these are the lives
Through my fathers eyes.
Do I need to kick you in the head?
Or instead scream at you in the field
We all are flesh and bone
But if you want to see me home
You can watch me ride.
And by looking at my rearview mirror,
I'll be watching you
Don't turn around
As a mater of fact, if you want to react
We can stare each other down
For there's no company like this, and this is my home
In the land of the free,
The freedom is mine.
Do you wish to share 200 years of captivity - with me?
I have a few years free, and yet
Now you want to shout with me?
Get a grip boy,
Sink your teeth into reality.
Wipe the sweat from your lips
And step into the fast lane

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002

Beaches

The sun is coming up
And I am far away from here
Leaving my house, I travel
I go to the beach
And hear the heavens sing
And watch the ocean thrust up a sun
The wind blowing at my back,
Pushing my hair over my eyes
Bathe in the sweet fragrance of the songs
Put fourth your soul
And feel with your eyes
For not with your hands
Can you experience the ultimate joy
Of life.
Hear Helen sing her beauties domain
And lean back against the sand
Brushed with cool water against my tender feet
I close my eyes, and dream of you
The sand sucks the ground out from under me
Making me open my eyes
To the most beautiful thing you can imagine

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002

Angels above

I am comforted
In the arms of an angel
Still loving what is now is gone
Like the rain that pours,
And the street it leaves wet
It has dampened my soul, but I am trying
So I can resume my life
The news that truly shocks
Is an empty cover page
While the fire rattles your brain
It confines the bear to its empty cage
The fear of being without you is real
I can't handle this
I grieve for you
You'll live with me forever
I want it - this smell and feeling
Out of my home
Listen, its gone
And I know life carries on
Through the women I meet.
But for now, it's just you, me and the rain
The ashes we cry on and the dust
Life carries on without you
The color I wear
The feeling that tears
The face that I hide in
As life carries on.
Did I dream this belief?
Or did I flow like the stream..

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002

Out from the dark

You've got a pretty smile
Why do you hide your fears behind it
Let them free
And we will both go find ourselves
In the prime of our youth.
I know there's nowhere you can hide the pain
And the tears you can only hold back
I know the feeling of being alone
And being locked out.
I know that you feel uninvited
But step back inside from the cold wet rain
Step away from the edge of terror
I am listening to you
Your best friend is not your mirror
I am here and I will stay with you forever in this moment
I know there is nowhere you can go to hide your pain anymore
I know what you're feeling
Trust me,
And sink into my arms.
Like an angel falling from the sky
I will catch you
You aren't alone
I am here for you.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002

The Basic Elements

Inside we are all still burning wet.
Looking amidst the earth
The waterfall of fire
Crashes upon the ceiling of the atmosphere
Breaking the fragile glass
You can smell the kerosene in the air
And the gas ignites in the field of water
Exploding into the earth
Leaving masses wondering where the fish went
Through this world of wet we realize our youth
Leaving the fire that burns inside,
To that of a small flame
The fire perceives us as good not evil
And we see the water as the power.
A wall of great mass that moves towards me
Becoming one with me on contact
Thrusting me upward to the heavens
Flying through the air, feeling warmth
The fire peers jealously down below
When the sun sets, the water goes cold,
But flame still burns
Etching in our memory we call for the fire
The insurmountable strength of the fire eludes us
And we are thankful for the power which we see
Not the power naked to the eye.
Feast your eyes upon the flame that burns in you.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002