Code Of Fake Books

Code Of Fake Books
© Surazeus
2025 11 29

Frantic solitude of angelic hearts 
traps sorrows of ghosts in code of fake books, 
yet nameless people all over the world 
share stories of their lives in tangled threads 
all woven in vast tapestry of faith 
so we understand how each other feels. 

Though I crawl across jagged stones of fear 
on wind-lashed beach below the towering cliff, 
I feel strange beauty of mercurial waves  
exert magnetic radiance of fraught truth 
that excites my heart with drive to assert 
new narrative my brain designs from shock. 

Despite prevalence of orthodox faith 
in strict prediction that stocks oversight 
with optimum progress of the oracle, 
I peer in eyes of strangers with concern 
so I perceive this world of fractured forms 
through premonition of our hungry hearts. 

Severe statistics through dream registry 
provide salvation based on revenue 
acquired through beaming satellites of jokes 
that service semantics devised by fools 
trained with tactical strategies of fear 
against seasonal resonance of trees. 

Strange woman wearing broken mask of joy, 
which she carved from trunk of the honey tree, 
encourages me to sign her warranty 
as talented volunteer of the church 
through tradition devised by therapist 
who translates tradition of psychic rites. 

With each new prototype my hands create 
from prominent radius of rapid plots, 
I perform role of reserved realtor 
primed to sell time shares to the afterlife 
where eager visitors ask demons why 
people reject clues to the renaissance. 

Each riddle I preach in my ministry 
diverts attention of your compact mind 
through trite evasion from current display 
that forecasts secret emotions we share 
based on disfocused attention to scale 
so no one understands how we should feel. 

Recycled decor in cathedral hall 
exports equipment of extreme respect 
divorced from chronic drama of tense love 
except for coupons still uncredited 
because I sell fake books of history 
that chronicle our frantic solitude.