The Dream

I awoke from a feverish dream

body drenched and trembling

half out of the bed, 

awaking midflight, 

fleeing a world that dissolved 

with a blink of sleep filled eyes. 

As I stumbled downstairs,

the stairs now free

of rubble or debris,

I found myself stepping around shadows

of what was there moments before…

Hardness

Softness…

softness brought to ruin…

Step over. 

Step over.

The steam of my coffee

hitting and heating my face,

flashes of images, flickering flames,

my face hot from them. 

A swallow or two stirs my mind

and swirls the images 

Out of order like a glitching video.

Sound. No Sound.

Screams. Singing. Crackling. Rapid Fire in the distance

A song. A lullaby, one I know, but don’t,

I hear the rumbling, and far off hum of engines, 

wind to my back, to my front. 

Disjointed, swirling…

Static. 

It all fades to static as I come around.

I try to piece it together before it melts away

like a jigsaw puzzle made of ice.

But it drips through my fingers…

The Dark Before The Dawn

Mourn this day, my fellow countrymen,
And shun all calls for celebration,
For darkness looms before us again,
And threatens to swallow our nation. 

As Traitors gather, party and sing,
Do not join them in their revelry
For their embrace the coup from Beijing
And brethren, they do it merrily…

They silence our voices now with glee,
(they’ve never enjoyed civic debate)
Their new motto: “For me, not for thee”
Clue us in to our potential fate.
They now demand we beg forgiveness
For our support of the President
Accuse us of being seditious,
Our freedom a sin we must repent…

Right now it may seem that all is lost,
That everything we hold dear is gone.
If America’s Spirit is quashed,
How then my brethren can we go on?

But not all is lost, I promise you,
For by the Gods, as we live and breathe
We shall stand fearless and shall renew
The fight at all costs, with firm belief:
That we can beat the chinese agents,
And the traitors who took their payments,
Big tech and their shady allegiance…
That we shall address our every grievance.

As long as we stand in unity
Refusing to bow and kiss their ring
And seize every opportunity
To land every blow, take every swing.,
Dear Freedom’s flag shall once again fly
Over the land of the free and brave,
And the traitors’ hopes and dreams shall die
To be buried in an unmarked grave.

And Upon that day of Victory,
We must take the hill as required,
And visit upon the left their deeds
Payment for all that has transpired.
Ensuring no one will mourn or act
Or try to resurrect what is gone,
Ensuring their movement can’t come back
As we march forward to a new dawn.