A Faith Flogging

A Faith Flogging

Knocking on the line of where did I

Loose this faith like a coin from a pocket

I was unaware had the stretched fabric of a slipping stitch

Chasm pants fallen off wandering naked in this ditch

Of a life and all of a sudden the grime churns into spite

Looking up the darkness cakes on my eyes

Like blindfolds to what I use to behold

Like a glass of water on that window sill

Always full and always there and always clear

I would always stare and there you go and murk in the view

Of how these compartments of life tend to spew

And expiate right down my face

With apologies from other sources I create

As if the wrong is just a song that I sing along

In the back ground of broken records of busted sounds

Resonating nothing with all the hyenas I have been hunting

That not even in the least bit begrudging keep on munching

On the fruits of the orchard I have been growing

In my own confines to maintain the lines of principle

Routine and repeating all of the farming in the rows

Explodes and the furry at the sky, the sun and all

That seems to never have been done

Faith drying up in this drought for my harvest time

The ants are marching on the grasshoppers and blurring the lines

Of wrong and right, turn this cheek and stab the abdomen and see it bleed

Thorax for more stacks for gratification in the modern interpretation

Of two thousand years of aggregated fears

Faith in who and faith in the two wars in my soul, my mind

When is it my time? When is the cold crime

Going to be solved like the fading chalk outline

Assuming never, just cry this bitterness into a river

Let all the navy sail out of port with guns left at home

Suicide on the seas of all this empty greed,

To demand explanations for the empty verses

Faith in you, will you come too?

Like a knocked out partner, where’s my savior?

Not that strong, stalwart is all gone

Not that afraid if you just gave me her voice for the right turn in the maze

Search the spotlight like a faith that you were calling in her hues

Don’t want to believe you were taunting, that all that was a flogging for misplaced faith