Life Would Be Tragic
© Surazeus
2018 10 12
New experiences of the conscious mind
bloom bright through infinite variety
like flowers in meadows, and on trees in groves,
so all the songs we can sing to express
perceptions of this changing universe
we sing forever in bright light of stars.
Millions of people drive cars on wide roads
every day between home and work and play,
so they listen to singers on the radio
express simple feelings in tangled code
that guides their actions in dramas of life
when they seek to convert pain into pleasure.
Each moment we progress through maze of hopes
we may encounter obstacles to love
so we answer weird riddle of the Sphinx
to open cavern door where treasure gleams
which lures us lost in the labyrinth of lies
where we hide anxiety in strange songs.
The shadow of the mask of my true self
I see reflected in fun-house mirror flash,
which distorts true nature of secret being
to misdirect attention of the thief
who tries to trick me to give them my wealth,
but I dispel deception with a laugh.
Life would be tragic if our aching hearts
fail to perceive their most deceptive tricks
as obvious intent to pilfer our power,
so we laugh at the preacher in glass church
who promises eternal life in Heaven
if we bankroll his rich lifestyle today.
The strange experiences of life we encounter
multiply our capacity to love
so songs that describe our experiences
replicate infinite number of ways
we interact with strangers we adore
in love affairs that generate new children.
Each individual person plays old role
defined by archetypes of long dead heroes
till we deviate from straight expected path
to blaze new trail in waste land of desire
where thunder cracks the world so pure light glows
to spark our minds awake with conscious awe.
I will not play subservient role to you
where I give, but get nothing in return,
so we shall exchange equal energy
to feed each other well with generous love,
urged by desire to replicate our souls
as our children maintain game of life.
© Surazeus
2018 10 12
New experiences of the conscious mind
bloom bright through infinite variety
like flowers in meadows, and on trees in groves,
so all the songs we can sing to express
perceptions of this changing universe
we sing forever in bright light of stars.
Millions of people drive cars on wide roads
every day between home and work and play,
so they listen to singers on the radio
express simple feelings in tangled code
that guides their actions in dramas of life
when they seek to convert pain into pleasure.
Each moment we progress through maze of hopes
we may encounter obstacles to love
so we answer weird riddle of the Sphinx
to open cavern door where treasure gleams
which lures us lost in the labyrinth of lies
where we hide anxiety in strange songs.
The shadow of the mask of my true self
I see reflected in fun-house mirror flash,
which distorts true nature of secret being
to misdirect attention of the thief
who tries to trick me to give them my wealth,
but I dispel deception with a laugh.
Life would be tragic if our aching hearts
fail to perceive their most deceptive tricks
as obvious intent to pilfer our power,
so we laugh at the preacher in glass church
who promises eternal life in Heaven
if we bankroll his rich lifestyle today.
The strange experiences of life we encounter
multiply our capacity to love
so songs that describe our experiences
replicate infinite number of ways
we interact with strangers we adore
in love affairs that generate new children.
Each individual person plays old role
defined by archetypes of long dead heroes
till we deviate from straight expected path
to blaze new trail in waste land of desire
where thunder cracks the world so pure light glows
to spark our minds awake with conscious awe.
I will not play subservient role to you
where I give, but get nothing in return,
so we shall exchange equal energy
to feed each other well with generous love,
urged by desire to replicate our souls
as our children maintain game of life.
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