Ghosts Of Fake Words

Ghosts Of Fake Words
© Surazeus
2025 05 16

Along bright beam-path of the lonely moon, 
heart beating wild with dark misshapen wings, 
I run toward glowing shadow-heart of hope 
that winds out spiral-flight of honesty 
for eye-swirl mist of harrowing desire 
to aim my soul straight through eternity. 

Accelerating leap of earnest faith 
propels my soul across night-wide abyss 
with fierce intent to reach infinity 
on eager wings I bought from Icarus 
who hides in cave of illusions to weave 
expansive matrix of our mutual minds. 

Enclosed within courageous form of faith, 
that whirrs from tides of nothingness I feel, 
my heart embraces time-strong vanity 
to drive fate of my heart against harsh rules 
restraining fierce aggression of my hope 
to play competing game of arrogance. 

Regret winds taut with anger self-control 
by which I rein assertion of my rights 
to manage flushing flow of energy 
that fuels my mission to investigate 
confines of caverns gleaming rich with wealth 
I wish to extract with world-crafting hands. 

Attained by bloated conceit of false faith, 
through aggrandizement of bland boastful pride, 
I glut my heart with insolence of praise, 
disposed toward innocence of vacant nymphs 
who feast on rumors swollen with grim tears 
despite offensive charge of charity. 

Each object pulsing with Solarian light 
vibrates bright outlines of existing forms 
beyond horizon of our consciousness 
in mountains haunted by ghosts of fake words 
whose hands caress my brain with pungent lust 
for bitter juice of my sea-mirror soul. 

Trapped by eternal glow of evening dusk 
that challenges rich substance of my faith 
with naked longing of my heart heart, 
I exit pale of sacred temple hall 
so I experience struggle to survive 
till I return home with treasures of truth. 

Trite manifestation of empty choirs, 
when I paint mural of our tribal tale 
with blood that oozes from my reckless mind, 
deranges how my brain processes facts 
now symbolized by divine characters 
misconstrued as normal people we are.