Weird Sense Of Foreboding

Weird Sense Of Foreboding
© Surazeus
2026 01 09

Mired in weird sense of foreboding, my heart 
beats bruised wings against cage of social hopes, 
twisted into fears by contentious games 
people play to overcome shock that death 
stalks us all with beautiful eyes of pain 
smooth as stones polished by billion-year waves. 

Aggressive respect for untwisted wings 
motivates my passion to comprehend 
language of trees that scream into the void 
because I cannot predict with foresight 
how people will act when they leap with faith 
in constant battle to maintain control. 

Yet she will always bring plates of good food 
when I order meal in temple of doom 
to shelter from thunderstorm of despair 
while the one-eyed man with long tangled hair 
strums turtle-shell lyre and sings with sad voice 
about noble warriors who die in wars. 

Frightened by sudden explosion of words 
that bleed fake legends on pulsating walls, 
I climb to top of the electric spruce 
and squawk with eloquent riddles to prove 
I can fly high with wings of butterflies 
to scratch my true name on mask of the moon. 

When Venus gives me apple of her heart, 
I turn it into raven with three eyes 
because I would marry Tellus instead, 
though Nerthus distracts my heart with her eyes, 
so they all agree to share me with trust 
when I ride the white horse with pompous pride. 

Whatever these memories of my past 
have to do with the situation now 
that causes chaos in our Promised Land, 
I prefer to relax on my back porch 
and listen to sparrows sing about love 
while people rage against his tyranny. 

No weird prophetic verse of riddling truth, 
which I write on wave-swirling sands of time, 
will change the way global events unfold, 
so I chronicle what my eyes perceive, 
then leave book of their crimes in dusty hall 
where no one will read it ten thousand years. 

Though story of America we share, 
which narrates noble deeds of honest souls, 
falls apart when violent gangs attack 
innocent people to control their minds, 
great heroes will emerge from teeming crowds 
to prove better angels lead us from Hell.