Saturday, December 1, 2018

Brave Ghosts Of Liberty

Brave Ghosts Of Liberty
© Surazeus
2018 12 01

Why are we rainbows twisted into eyes
eager to portray formidable spies
who play piano well in sparkling rain
for happy people on the endless train
if we cannot build our mansion from glass
to welcome demons from bright crevasse?

I am the gold-eyed owl in the oak tree
who sings hymns to brave ghosts of liberty
since we defied the tyrant on gold throne
by reconstructing false faith from cracked stone
for nine mute girls dancing in ring of fire
when I dream atoms with the magnifier.

When we meet in the cafe on the shore
of river winding through time-spinning door
we shall inquire about the dancing queen
who stabs her sister to design machine
ten thousand angels fly to bomb our towns
and replace greedy kings with greedy clowns.

Tangled in vast skein of deceptive tricks,
we navigate weird maze of laughing bricks
which echo vibrations of the last lyre
proclaiming fake news of the voiceless choir
who sing my name I buried in the mud
now sprouting tall fruit trees that drink our blood.

We hang small idols of people we cherish
on the Christmas Tree after they all perish
in devastating wars that destroy souls
of countless billions of people with goals
so Earth drinks their blood in soil of our hearts
which I map in detail on epic charts.

Someday while I am singing in the cave
where shadows reveal who joins the concave
to prophesy the angel who unites
opposing factions slaughtered in fierce fights
which forms one United Nations of Earth
we will comprehend this puzzle of birth.

Since I am your brave ghost of liberty,
perceiving strange patterns of purity,
I walk through locked doors of your sacred church
to read ancient books for serious research
then preach true secret of the Holy Grail,
that female makes life with seed from the male.

Why are we sunbeams woven into hearts
that pulse with forging flames for private parts
congealed from atoms spiraling on rays
which evolves our brains through angelic phase
so we design this perfect world we dream
revealed in sparkles on time-flashing stream?

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