Exchange Fake Money

Exchange Fake Money
© Surazeus
2025 12 11

Excessive anguish of my loving heart, 
encased in copper sulfate crystal shell, 
might radiate nuclear passion of respect 
when I explode with silver fog of dawn 
to join festivities on ship-wrecked beach 
where castaways buy and sell books of blood. 

Reluctant penance of obsessive waves 
inscribes our bitter loss with hieroglyphs 
we carve on plangent gravity of fate 
against clarified habits we exchange 
through lucid effort of accomplished thoughts 
based whole on choreography of love. 

No faint electric trail of muddied steps 
lures us to unplowed fields of warrior skulls 
where honest heralds will conspire to fool 
the hungry crowd with phonemes of disgust 
because we dig with shovels of contempt 
to rip soft heart of Earth for treasure chests. 

Yet wounded by uncertain words of faith, 
we translate climate of confusing truth 
based on the certain slant of winter light 
which cracks cathedral walls with ardent bells 
where young girl in black dress sings coded hymns 
to prove imperial affliction of air. 

Escape from Heaven shows why nameless god 
traps souls of seekers in shadow of truth 
through oppressive laws of false bravery 
despite internal meanings we conceal 
though we wait in round temple on the hill 
for bakers to turn pearls to loaves of faith. 

Sounds of our voices exclaiming with joy 
may disappear in breath of crashing waves, 
yet we hide feelings inside polished jokes 
to prove our memory of corrupted homes 
provides foundation for new way of life 
when we exchange fake money for good lies. 

This road we walk may lead us far away 
but we will find ourselves back home again 
though emptiness of faith inspires mad kings 
to bomb museums full of singing masks 
because we sell true evil to our friends 
in exchange for dead leaves wet from cold rain. 

Clean masks of polished personalities 
hide brutal emptiness of loud desires 
valued by the fearful who worship brutes 
constricted by approval of fake strength 
when we embellish skills through agency 
till motives drown our hearts in tears of faith.