Who Tells Our Story

I sit upon and fix my thought on the distant landscape,
listening to the sounds of the city telling stories,
the driller roaring in an unknown language,
the wind in between the buildings humming the same tune,
the streets telling our stories yet not really understood.

I penetrate the mechanism perpendicular to the point of reference,
take a chance in understanding he that tells our stories,
why and when do we get hear them...

I partake in picture perfection
prolonging the moment of hearing the story teller singing in my ears,
stories that awaken my fears,
tears I weap as the horizon becomes blare,
words turning sour as the tell-lie vision recites confussion,
colliding phylosophies,

I listen to the story tellers voice
yet not seeing nor knowing his origins,
he give just a portion of the story and the rest is ommission.

In between the days which are the pages of my existance,
I let go of the fear, let my wounds bleed exposed to the winds of change
within this cage of cash coupons and color coded criminals,
where the sun rise only to tell a story of a prisoner
who is said to be free in a context of Democracy,
His freedom is limited to the card system bar-coded
and ready to be sold to the highest bidder
in the market of souls, flesh and blood...

Head hunters make alliances with the slave masters,
pastors preaching a pre-paid gospel,
the prophet in the streets shouting,
"go tell it to the mountain, set my people free, set my people free"...

In a theatre of dreams where passion pushes performance.
It can take one a lifetime to see beyond these walls,
Beyond the grinding machine and the till rhythm,
life is lived and experienced

Let not the coins take away
reason and common sense
live to experience not through the lens
but in natural light.

A time came when the Arch was taken away fom the people, it was then exiled to foreign lands , those whose faith was in the Arch lamented for they new not that the Almighty One dwelleth all around and manifests where ever he wills. Then in this time they were to be taught that man is the Arch of Covenent, and the Law is written upon his heart.