Cracks Within Blame

the battles on my chest

weigh far more than the budget deficit 

in gold. I try appeasing the clouds 

for likeness between us – say 

they don’t understand 

because they’re human. 

but who am I now, am I higher 

than their cliché cloud 9s? 

wait momentarily I command my pride, 

‘your foot’s in tangles and briers,’ God, 

shake the dust off this clay.

so the Bald Eagle damnation’s afoot, 

the half-staff flag’s feeling aloof 

from the Jinping shop 

it was stitched and graced in. 

I apologize, I’d like to spit on the all- 

American stripes, 

but my tonsils’ dry as Death Valley,
gagging silence 

for the living water I’m missing – 

sins as plain as daylight death hypocrisy. 

it's clear I'm missing the mirror shard 

in my own eyes. 

read the poetry aloud now, I will, 

because 

‘do unto others…’ 

but spoken word taken as treachery 

is the best non-seller there is 

breathing in this 

unsettling air. 

~

all right. I am ahead of myself now. 

I came to confess of a blind crest, 

the manmade honor I’m wearing – but 

there’s an invisible noose 

on my life that I’m trying so desperately 

to loose.
 

then the unjust call dispatched 

on my line of battle, I figured I could fight if I 

dreamt up true ‘peace’. 

but we’re as hopeless and boisterous as 

elephant campaigns. 

it’s nearing November, maybe the sun will 

stay still, maybe Joshua will resurrect, 

just maybe it’ll dawn, surely, it’ll come.

the clouds are singing a rain song 

in my daydream confessions 

“hope’s never gonna stream 

from motive of pretentious leave.” 

~ 

I’m certainly hoping 

the Words are true. 

Surely, there’s no doubting 

the faithful fate fire 

& the Faithful One. 

storms always on my mind 

clashing between red, white, 

and blue me. 

but hope is an bursting sprout, 

a fountain within cracks 

waiting within the trenches 

of self-denial.