Illusion Of God
© Surazeus
2018 06 12
As if weird lightning could outstretch your name
to play the victim of oppressive game
designed to manage force of hungry hope
you question your sacred right to elope.
We allocate the riddles of disdain
to ransack masks from books which still remain
frail illusion that hides our true intent,
awakened from death by astonishment.
The wood ship soaring on her canvas wing
conceals our aching hearts that dare to sing
ten thousand stories of our life on Earth
through deep epiphany of second birth.
The day you dream my name then you will know
I am the true child of mountain and snow,
so hold my hand and we will stand on shore
of vast bottomless ocean to explore.
We sail beyond the end of spinning time
to search for paradise lost where the clime
nourishes eager hope to plant fruit trees
and dance together in the harvest breeze.
The woman with three eyes in long black gown
makes Death stop his swift carriage back to town
then offers me ride to eternity
so I can map our search for liberty.
Five hundred years we sail the open sea,
exploring nameless lands where tribes live free,
then measure all the world to map its lands
and compass spinning globe in Gentle hands.
On ancient mountain where Bacchus danced wild
we gather now to worship divine child
whose sons colonize fertile lands of Earth
when Columbus sails around its vast girth.
In mountain cave where shadows flicker strange
I find Torquato mapping world-wide range
how progress of money and rules expands
to unite in one empire diverse lands.
Though wise Godfredus, son of Jesus Christ,
conquered Jerusalem with iron fist,
the empire of the world he dreamed would rise
falls shattered by world wars of burning skies.
The sons of kings still reign as president,
steering ship of state by strict precedent,
in attempt to rebuild Kingdom of God
based on blind faith revealed to be a fraud.
The fragile shell of our nation-state glows
as dome of names propped up by fancy shows
directed by the preacher with the Book
who asks for money like the lying crook.
I laugh at absurdity of the lie,
then illusion of God falls from the sky
so we can see the true sun shining bright
that weaves material existence from light.
I walk the road of life and feel my soul
glowing with energy from the White Whole
that sparks atoms in neurons of my brain
so I dance laughing in the random rain.
© Surazeus
2018 06 12
As if weird lightning could outstretch your name
to play the victim of oppressive game
designed to manage force of hungry hope
you question your sacred right to elope.
We allocate the riddles of disdain
to ransack masks from books which still remain
frail illusion that hides our true intent,
awakened from death by astonishment.
The wood ship soaring on her canvas wing
conceals our aching hearts that dare to sing
ten thousand stories of our life on Earth
through deep epiphany of second birth.
The day you dream my name then you will know
I am the true child of mountain and snow,
so hold my hand and we will stand on shore
of vast bottomless ocean to explore.
We sail beyond the end of spinning time
to search for paradise lost where the clime
nourishes eager hope to plant fruit trees
and dance together in the harvest breeze.
The woman with three eyes in long black gown
makes Death stop his swift carriage back to town
then offers me ride to eternity
so I can map our search for liberty.
Five hundred years we sail the open sea,
exploring nameless lands where tribes live free,
then measure all the world to map its lands
and compass spinning globe in Gentle hands.
On ancient mountain where Bacchus danced wild
we gather now to worship divine child
whose sons colonize fertile lands of Earth
when Columbus sails around its vast girth.
In mountain cave where shadows flicker strange
I find Torquato mapping world-wide range
how progress of money and rules expands
to unite in one empire diverse lands.
Though wise Godfredus, son of Jesus Christ,
conquered Jerusalem with iron fist,
the empire of the world he dreamed would rise
falls shattered by world wars of burning skies.
The sons of kings still reign as president,
steering ship of state by strict precedent,
in attempt to rebuild Kingdom of God
based on blind faith revealed to be a fraud.
The fragile shell of our nation-state glows
as dome of names propped up by fancy shows
directed by the preacher with the Book
who asks for money like the lying crook.
I laugh at absurdity of the lie,
then illusion of God falls from the sky
so we can see the true sun shining bright
that weaves material existence from light.
I walk the road of life and feel my soul
glowing with energy from the White Whole
that sparks atoms in neurons of my brain
so I dance laughing in the random rain.
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