History Of My Fallen Kingdom
© Surazeus
2018 07 10
The words in these tightly coiled lines of verse
that constitute strict rhythm of my poem
encode our memories of the human race
in memes like genes of our genetic coils.
The old man on White House lawn shouts curse
designed by bearded prophets who long roam
signless roads of nations to find the face
of world-conquering gods borne by humble girls.
The spoiled son of the humble engineer
who founded technology company
battles aide of his father for control
like Hamlet who grasps for the crown of light.
The grandson of the wagon pioneer
who fights for justice and liberty
ponders true nature of the human soul
while building airplane for heavenly flight.
The prince of the castle, captured in war,
forges iron suit in the cave of shadows,
then fights for freedom to reclaim his crown,
and makes laws to protect the weak and poor.
The wizard who discovers nuclear core
gathers flowers on lost Elysian meadows
though Cinderella marries the mad clown
who stands laughing in the numberless door.
Now that our ancient cathedral of faith
has crumbled into rubble of plain lies
we can design secure Temple of Truth
where we will discuss scientific laws.
All my ancestors glow transcendent wraith
who shimmers formless in the morning skies
so I graduate from Messiah to Sleuth,
observing each effect to trace its cause.
Follow me through labyrinth of human tales
to find the holy grail of aching hearts
where the crucified king and his blind bride
dwell in the Cave of Shadows by Star Sea.
The Fairy Queen dances in misty vales
while children gather apples in wood carts
then return to mountain cave where they hide,
plotting to obtain the gold temple key.
The son of the thief declares himself king
and hides, howling curses, in tower of hate
while the people rise from mute lethargy
to overthrow cruel tyrant of despair.
The angel of truth on mercurial wing
appears at the tower to declare his fate
which falls, stricken by light of liberty,
so we dance with joy in his exposed lair.
The sons of the blind king who lost his throne
found mighty kingdoms sea to shining sea,
and declare their ancestor Son of God
who gives them divine right to rule the Earth.
The mason builds high castle from new stone
to protect children of the apple tree
which grows ever taller from fertile sod,
and his sweet wife smiles after giving birth.
I sit at the round table in book hall
where spirits of dead people dwell in words
and weave new lines of verse to preserve lives
of living people so they never die.
I carve new formulas on temple wall
about people who farm crops and tend herds,
exploited by the greedy king who strives
to denigrate our truth into his lie.
Though I felt the call from the Voice of God
to rule the whole world with justice and right,
I leave the crown of power in cave of pride
to explore the secret nature of things.
I sit in my boat with long fishing rod
and listen to the ancient voice of light,
while silence of truth echoes far and wide,
harmonizing when my sweet daughter sings.
© Surazeus
2018 07 10
The words in these tightly coiled lines of verse
that constitute strict rhythm of my poem
encode our memories of the human race
in memes like genes of our genetic coils.
The old man on White House lawn shouts curse
designed by bearded prophets who long roam
signless roads of nations to find the face
of world-conquering gods borne by humble girls.
The spoiled son of the humble engineer
who founded technology company
battles aide of his father for control
like Hamlet who grasps for the crown of light.
The grandson of the wagon pioneer
who fights for justice and liberty
ponders true nature of the human soul
while building airplane for heavenly flight.
The prince of the castle, captured in war,
forges iron suit in the cave of shadows,
then fights for freedom to reclaim his crown,
and makes laws to protect the weak and poor.
The wizard who discovers nuclear core
gathers flowers on lost Elysian meadows
though Cinderella marries the mad clown
who stands laughing in the numberless door.
Now that our ancient cathedral of faith
has crumbled into rubble of plain lies
we can design secure Temple of Truth
where we will discuss scientific laws.
All my ancestors glow transcendent wraith
who shimmers formless in the morning skies
so I graduate from Messiah to Sleuth,
observing each effect to trace its cause.
Follow me through labyrinth of human tales
to find the holy grail of aching hearts
where the crucified king and his blind bride
dwell in the Cave of Shadows by Star Sea.
The Fairy Queen dances in misty vales
while children gather apples in wood carts
then return to mountain cave where they hide,
plotting to obtain the gold temple key.
The son of the thief declares himself king
and hides, howling curses, in tower of hate
while the people rise from mute lethargy
to overthrow cruel tyrant of despair.
The angel of truth on mercurial wing
appears at the tower to declare his fate
which falls, stricken by light of liberty,
so we dance with joy in his exposed lair.
The sons of the blind king who lost his throne
found mighty kingdoms sea to shining sea,
and declare their ancestor Son of God
who gives them divine right to rule the Earth.
The mason builds high castle from new stone
to protect children of the apple tree
which grows ever taller from fertile sod,
and his sweet wife smiles after giving birth.
I sit at the round table in book hall
where spirits of dead people dwell in words
and weave new lines of verse to preserve lives
of living people so they never die.
I carve new formulas on temple wall
about people who farm crops and tend herds,
exploited by the greedy king who strives
to denigrate our truth into his lie.
Though I felt the call from the Voice of God
to rule the whole world with justice and right,
I leave the crown of power in cave of pride
to explore the secret nature of things.
I sit in my boat with long fishing rod
and listen to the ancient voice of light,
while silence of truth echoes far and wide,
harmonizing when my sweet daughter sings.
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