Our Man in Europe, DaveDelacroix, "Road to Damascus."

 Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Road to Damascus"

(dedicato Bengrang & Iranian Bros & Sistas! And David, Big MO & Sheba. Carol in Israel)

NOW WHEN I WAS A LUNATIC dealing with this LIFE, maybe kissing some Gal, when I was INSANE and thought all I knew from Paradise to Hell, the only ROUTE I knew, when I was a paragon of poetry & wine, when, like U, I sang only of the Divine, when I was some wannabee-Prophet/SO MANY, , babes at command who'd flock to my notoriety, maybe a catchy song, a fleeting glory upon the Stage where Magicians/Fakes/ABRCADRABA  I would CONZERT; a Devil, my death  I should have FORSEEN in Babylon? In Damascus, Death U know shadowed me.....HAFIZ-Poet to set me free?! Still, God's messenger, at some point, I received, When I was a LUNATIC, a Village Idiot, and innocence on my sleeve.  Who amongst the Angels in Christendom will hear me? Or in Islam, in sha-Allah, or a kaddish if I Now, a LUNATIC, on the road to Damascus, can I ask U for a cup of water? 

C.2025. Dave Delacroix