Crippled By Attentive Lies

Crippled By Attentive Lies
© Surazeus
2026 01 28

Whatever the wind carries my heart will lose 
because its pain-carved riverbed contains 
memories of my youth scattered on dry plains 
in strange country with language devils speak 
through riddles about my fugitive past 
since time omits my being from beams of light. 

Fake mask I wear through solidarity 
with faceless strangers I meet on long roads 
reveals no anger twisting my hard heart 
with fierce solidity of transient truth 
too terrible for children to recall 
based on ambiguous stories of the fall. 

Guilt-laced cape draped with calm alacrity 
exiles my soul to vale of absent grief 
shaped thick from shadows no one dares retrieve 
though I walk crippled by attentive lies 
in place unreconciled by correct laws 
beneath renegade star of fate I sell. 

Shape of my shadow, heavy on frail Earth, 
regrets how guiding constellations prove 
altered course is not incorrect way home 
though I maintain calm dignity of fear 
based on crumbling grace of abandonment 
against belief people cling to with hate. 

Penance purchased in marketplace of rage 
contrives reward for deeds of wretched hope 
despite concern innocent friends express 
in proverbs tangled by electric words 
that teach us how to survive lies we choose 
if we should cover our tracks with sly laugh. 

Because I think of how apples may fall 
at bitter crack of brave barbarity, 
I play my own ghost in bright morning glow 
by treading iced path up high rugged hill 
where I survey lush valleys of wheat farms 
while flakes of snow swirl cutely from gray clouds. 

Gestures of my fingers weaving weird words 
manipulate auras beaming from brains 
fractured by paradigm shift where old truths 
reframe spooky perception by new faith 
presenting morals for how we behave 
as rules enforced by the world justice squad. 

Amused by anguish of electric eyes 
that glows with optimistic view of change, 
I find my memories carried by the wind, 
scattered as feathers on dry river shore 
because I meditate ten million years 
on how nothing is solved with honest tears.