Police Disco Lights

I chose Neon Bible as my best album in 2007 and I still don’t regret it. This is my post on This Winki’s expressing myself upon the disk. It’s nothing but terrible poetry:

I said my prayers on that gloomy midnight and walked out of the church. Stretched up my umbrella, it was cloudy. The streets seemed awakedned by my footsteps and the rain had slowly begun. I don’t know how many Sundays have come and passed, people gather and people leave. I don’t know if God has ever protected me. I just have this weird feeling. I turned left and took the road across the shore, as if I was dreaming. I fooled myself to start dreaming. I could see the lighthouse in the far away ocean. I could see it flicker and revolve around itself.

Dear God, I’m a God-fearing man. But haven’t seen anything from your side yet. The history repeats, the war conquers over all, the rain don’t stop. So, dear rain don’t stop hitting me. The moon and the cruel rain made the tidals higher. I suddenly found myself in an ocean of noise, noises from all through my life, melodies, prayers, whispering secrets. It was a rush of thoughts to my head.

Suddenly I realized a minor change in my brain, a slight change, a rapid eye movement somehow, one that I could not escape. My life, my wife and kids and all my false beliefs passing me by, but I enjoyed this redemption. I want to set myself on fire. I wanna burn my whole library. My library of hatred and politics, bombard them all and reset my mind, Mirror mirror on the wall, show me where them bombs will fall. I know a place where no planes go, I no of a place where no ships go and no car go.

There on the jetty, suddenly a small boat with oars appeared, the ocean was restless and so was I. I was walking home but where is my home? Do I belong anywhere in this city? Boarded the small boat and started paddling. Destination: The Lighthouse, the well was sometimes with me and sometimes against me, pushing me back and forth. The waves were washing me all over, they were washing my brain. Everything I was gifted.. Everything I was admired as good, everything I was punished as sin. Sin? Was I guilty for being put in this very road? Was it my fault? Dear God, I’m a God-fearing man. Dear God! Are you afraid of anything at all? Do you believe in Jesus Christ. The holiness is never found in an ocean in the midnight. What could be hiding and waiting for my arrival there in the lighthouse?

My hands went numb paddling for hours, my mind went numb calculating all the while. Keep the boat running, I know of a place where no planes go. I’m going to the lighthouse.

I jumped out of the boat as I reached the lighthouse, it was still rotating around. There was a doorway. Does anyone live here? I don’t see anyone. I climb up. I reach the top of the lighthouse. There’s a room I see with a table. There’s a black book in the middle of the table. This book is different from any other book I’ve ever seen, it looks like,… looks like it’s made of neon lights, as I open it up I see the words of wisdom, this is the holy bible, a neon bible! What does this neon bible mean to me on this gloomy midnight?

Suddenly I see the world revolving around me, there’s a long tunnel of light I see. I’m confused like I cannot tell. All my beliefs, all my religion is passing in front of my eyes, all I can see is darkness, my memories is clean from anything spiritual and religious.

I wake up! In my own bed, still gloomy, still dark, I cannot move, I cannot shake. I’m paralyzed. My body is a cage now. It’s all gone, all vanished. The neon bible was probably the answer to all this, it was somehow a soul remover machine. From this moment on, I have no idea whether things I do is wrong or right, and I’m not going to have life lines. It won’t matter to me anymore. It’s the neon bible. Not much chance for survival if the neon bible is right.