True Liberty Of Action
© Surazeus
2018 01 17
Though sunlight sparkles on new-fallen snow
which hides the ugly decay of our age
we sit behind the mirror of despair
and contemplate the rebirth of weird truth.
We know why power corrupts the honest heart
and how hungry greed gnaws at innocence
but no one told us tyrants could well rise
again from the ashes of victory.
We once united to defy with courage
hard facism that seeks to enslave the mind
so bodies would obey the strict command
when working in the factory of wealth.
Now our nation that fought cruel tyranny
is hijacked by the tyrant of blind greed
so we must fight again for liberty
to reassert freedom and justice for all.
Our platitudes of liberty for all
that guided our way through darkness of fear
fall burned out into cold indifferent mud,
leaving us to grope in gloom of the void.
How tightly we cling to this spinning world
that spirals nowhere through infinite space
while arrogant men declare themselves gods
anointed by divine right to rule our minds.
We write our flowing tale of history
to focus on those people who realized
spirit of god is our own consciousness,
then played grand role in theater of absurd.
Why must we always choose one mortal man
to channel immortal soul of the leader
who plays the role of god on judgment throne,
deciding who will live and die today?
Each man whose brain generates virtual world
as grand ontology that defines truth
enforces their will to recreate vision
that guides our actions in the game of life.
Tribes clash and merge into empires, that clash
and merge into large nation-states, that clash
and merge into strict religions, that clash
and merge into corporations of robots.
I wish that we could dispense politics
of rival factions that compete for power
by following the leader of their vision
and found united world on standard rules.
People should act according to good rules
written on their own hearts by wise Isaiah
rather than by authority of law
that threatens death to those who disobey.
True liberty of action, by my will
to power of construction with crafting hands,
applies when I do good because of love
and cooperate in production of goods.
The weakened king, clinging to throne of power,
decrees loud with divine authority,
"You shall have no other gods before me
for my vision presents the most true world."
The secure king, releasing throne of power,
exclaims soft with human authority,
"You are all gods with consciousness of love
for we share visions of one complex world."
The castles we build from sands of religion,
to bind again our actions to one purpose,
crumble at the indifferent wind of time
so we wander beach of hope, singing hymns.
I kneel and clutch at golden sands of time,
and wonder that each sparkling grain of light
composed the body of some living being
who sang to the same indifferent moon.
Come follow my mystic materialist view
that defines the whole swirling universe
as thing of substance and not-thing of void
so we survive careless forces of nature.
We walk on snow like Jesus walked on waves
and feel the sparkle of atoms beam rays
of eternal soul to pulse in our brains
where the Black Whole holographs dream of life.
I feel shimmer of immortal soul
that pulses in the neurons of our brains
so while we live we savor joy of life
and share harmonious hymns till we all die.
© Surazeus
2018 01 17
Though sunlight sparkles on new-fallen snow
which hides the ugly decay of our age
we sit behind the mirror of despair
and contemplate the rebirth of weird truth.
We know why power corrupts the honest heart
and how hungry greed gnaws at innocence
but no one told us tyrants could well rise
again from the ashes of victory.
We once united to defy with courage
hard facism that seeks to enslave the mind
so bodies would obey the strict command
when working in the factory of wealth.
Now our nation that fought cruel tyranny
is hijacked by the tyrant of blind greed
so we must fight again for liberty
to reassert freedom and justice for all.
Our platitudes of liberty for all
that guided our way through darkness of fear
fall burned out into cold indifferent mud,
leaving us to grope in gloom of the void.
How tightly we cling to this spinning world
that spirals nowhere through infinite space
while arrogant men declare themselves gods
anointed by divine right to rule our minds.
We write our flowing tale of history
to focus on those people who realized
spirit of god is our own consciousness,
then played grand role in theater of absurd.
Why must we always choose one mortal man
to channel immortal soul of the leader
who plays the role of god on judgment throne,
deciding who will live and die today?
Each man whose brain generates virtual world
as grand ontology that defines truth
enforces their will to recreate vision
that guides our actions in the game of life.
Tribes clash and merge into empires, that clash
and merge into large nation-states, that clash
and merge into strict religions, that clash
and merge into corporations of robots.
I wish that we could dispense politics
of rival factions that compete for power
by following the leader of their vision
and found united world on standard rules.
People should act according to good rules
written on their own hearts by wise Isaiah
rather than by authority of law
that threatens death to those who disobey.
True liberty of action, by my will
to power of construction with crafting hands,
applies when I do good because of love
and cooperate in production of goods.
The weakened king, clinging to throne of power,
decrees loud with divine authority,
"You shall have no other gods before me
for my vision presents the most true world."
The secure king, releasing throne of power,
exclaims soft with human authority,
"You are all gods with consciousness of love
for we share visions of one complex world."
The castles we build from sands of religion,
to bind again our actions to one purpose,
crumble at the indifferent wind of time
so we wander beach of hope, singing hymns.
I kneel and clutch at golden sands of time,
and wonder that each sparkling grain of light
composed the body of some living being
who sang to the same indifferent moon.
Come follow my mystic materialist view
that defines the whole swirling universe
as thing of substance and not-thing of void
so we survive careless forces of nature.
We walk on snow like Jesus walked on waves
and feel the sparkle of atoms beam rays
of eternal soul to pulse in our brains
where the Black Whole holographs dream of life.
I feel shimmer of immortal soul
that pulses in the neurons of our brains
so while we live we savor joy of life
and share harmonious hymns till we all die.
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