Seething Ghosts Of Energy

Seething Ghosts Of Energy
© Surazeus
2019 03 12

I preserve my sorrows in the cool fridge 
so I can eat them when my hungry soul 
aches for proverbial wisdom of friendship, 
then every word we speak in confidence 
I bury in the backyard of lost hopes 
to publish pithy phrases for respect. 

Instant grammar of the twisted concern 
for passionate embrace in silver light 
of the moon that laughs at our sacred love 
still calculates how many likes we earn 
for every poem we post on instagram 
in desperate hope our wisdom is no scam. 

The sweet illusion of my gentle self 
I paint on social media hides the mask 
I design from those humorous anecdotes 
I tell everyone at the dinner party 
to share our precious stories of survival 
as true citizen of America. 

From each migroaggression I create 
honest identity as the oppressed 
which I play on social stage of state power 
to earn credits of loyal love from strangers 
who apply admiration of respect 
which paints idol of my good character. 

With choir of social justice warriors 
I tweet coded phrases to earn salvation 
in the paradise of good reputation 
which flickers as shadow on the cave wall 
where we preserve delusions of grandeur 
while burning violators at the stake. 

We strip away sarcasm of intent 
to expose raw nerves of humiliation 
when angry mobs of vigilantes crowd 
court of public opinion to condemn 
those who dare to entertain nuanced views 
which explain strange complexity of life. 

We are engaged in a great civil war 
where, instead of wild gangs of angry boys 
shooting each other with guns of despair, 
fierce gangs of social justice warriors 
attack each other with sarcastic jibes 
and dox new victims to destroy their lives. 

What strange adrenaline rush of desire 
can energize our bodies with contempt 
to drink delusion of unquestioned right 
and howl at strangers, drunk with argument 
that proves they are evil and should be killed 
in brutal battle to define the state. 

People entrenched in ideology 
on both sides of the partisan divide 
shoot sarcastic jokes of hostile contempt 
to bomb opposing groups into submission 
by accusing souls on the other side 
of wishing to enforce rules of behavior. 

People always contest for power to write 
new narrative of truth that will define 
good and evil characters in our play 
of national history as struggle to live 
by presenting players on the public stage 
as god or devil in the war for truth. 

Whoever wins the struggle for control 
writes the story of who is right or wrong, 
though the wisest ones will sing the weird song 
about evolution from the White Whole 
that accounts for contest to reproduce, 
for we are seething ghosts of energy. 

The Earth generated our souls from slime 
so we consume each other to survive, 
evolving forms to match environment 
on constant progress to replicate soul 
as we dance laughing over deep abyss 
on bridge of ambition to become God.