Great Sad Soul In The Woods
© Surazeus
2018 12 26
The great sad soul in the woods writes on water
names of every person I ever loved
whose faces flash across the swirling clouds
and vanish in cold wind of winter dawn,
so I follow their footsteps through waste land
on never-ending quest to find their Heaven
hidden in frail shadows of ancient myths
where they play new roles of their long-dead gods.
The great sad soul in the woods steals my face
from ancient gallery of archetypes
so he can play me on the stage of life
while I explore beyond perimeter
of known truth to discover the real truth
hidden by kings to maintain house of cards
and polish statues of their father kings
who rule the empire of the turning world.
The great sad soul in the woods hides the truth
of aching hearts who hunger to consume
alphabet soup of psychic arguments
which calculate strange social interactions
when men and women fight to copulate
for political control over who
plays god on pyramid of watching eyes
manipulated by Glow Cloud of God.
The great sad soul in the woods knows my name
I invented during weird vision quest
on naked mountain of the winged horse
who offers to bear me high above clouds
so I can see palace of marble pillars
shining gold in bright blaze of morning suns
and stand before my father on his throne
who gives me crown of gold with gems to wear.
The great sad soul in the woods maps my way
through tangled labyrinth of numberless doors
where desperate people struggle to survive
by selling their bodies to men with coins
who proclaim themselves sons of ancient gods,
because gods are the white children of Odin,
demons are the black children of Daimon,
and devils are the red children of Deva.
The great sad soul in the woods raises wand
of brass to flash diamond eye of desire
that demonstrates his power to control light
he beams in our eyes so we bow our heads
before his authority to speak truth
or he will crack our skulls with Wand of Wisdom,
so we pray for salvation from mind death
and follow his journey to rule the world.
The great sad soul in the woods writes our names
in Book of Souls to record every deed
we perform in service to his grand scheme
because the Glow Cloud shining in blue sky
bestows divine authority on him
to assign each person their role to play
in court of judgment where he rules as God
as we expand his empire of control.
The great sad soul in the woods sits in cave
of shadows flashing from eternal forms
to prophesy events our actions force
changing future of the world to reflect
vision of his mind about how things are
by reading progress of creative stars
that adjust fortune of each individual
who performs their role in the cosmic play.
The great sad soul in the woods laughs in waves
of shining sea souls swirling on the beach
of nameless worlds that spin through vast abyss
of hopeful agitation to express
sounds of desire through each persona mask
we wear to hide compassion of our lust
to reproduce ourselves with loving mates
who walk beside us on the road of fruit.
The great sad soul in the woods hides his face
behind mask of fractured mirrors to show
eternal love of sunlight blazing clear
to pierce our hearts with agony of love
that pulses constantly through every atom
we share in surging waves of human lust
to generate new bodies which house souls
our ancestors program into our brains.
© Surazeus
2018 12 26
The great sad soul in the woods writes on water
names of every person I ever loved
whose faces flash across the swirling clouds
and vanish in cold wind of winter dawn,
so I follow their footsteps through waste land
on never-ending quest to find their Heaven
hidden in frail shadows of ancient myths
where they play new roles of their long-dead gods.
The great sad soul in the woods steals my face
from ancient gallery of archetypes
so he can play me on the stage of life
while I explore beyond perimeter
of known truth to discover the real truth
hidden by kings to maintain house of cards
and polish statues of their father kings
who rule the empire of the turning world.
The great sad soul in the woods hides the truth
of aching hearts who hunger to consume
alphabet soup of psychic arguments
which calculate strange social interactions
when men and women fight to copulate
for political control over who
plays god on pyramid of watching eyes
manipulated by Glow Cloud of God.
The great sad soul in the woods knows my name
I invented during weird vision quest
on naked mountain of the winged horse
who offers to bear me high above clouds
so I can see palace of marble pillars
shining gold in bright blaze of morning suns
and stand before my father on his throne
who gives me crown of gold with gems to wear.
The great sad soul in the woods maps my way
through tangled labyrinth of numberless doors
where desperate people struggle to survive
by selling their bodies to men with coins
who proclaim themselves sons of ancient gods,
because gods are the white children of Odin,
demons are the black children of Daimon,
and devils are the red children of Deva.
The great sad soul in the woods raises wand
of brass to flash diamond eye of desire
that demonstrates his power to control light
he beams in our eyes so we bow our heads
before his authority to speak truth
or he will crack our skulls with Wand of Wisdom,
so we pray for salvation from mind death
and follow his journey to rule the world.
The great sad soul in the woods writes our names
in Book of Souls to record every deed
we perform in service to his grand scheme
because the Glow Cloud shining in blue sky
bestows divine authority on him
to assign each person their role to play
in court of judgment where he rules as God
as we expand his empire of control.
The great sad soul in the woods sits in cave
of shadows flashing from eternal forms
to prophesy events our actions force
changing future of the world to reflect
vision of his mind about how things are
by reading progress of creative stars
that adjust fortune of each individual
who performs their role in the cosmic play.
The great sad soul in the woods laughs in waves
of shining sea souls swirling on the beach
of nameless worlds that spin through vast abyss
of hopeful agitation to express
sounds of desire through each persona mask
we wear to hide compassion of our lust
to reproduce ourselves with loving mates
who walk beside us on the road of fruit.
The great sad soul in the woods hides his face
behind mask of fractured mirrors to show
eternal love of sunlight blazing clear
to pierce our hearts with agony of love
that pulses constantly through every atom
we share in surging waves of human lust
to generate new bodies which house souls
our ancestors program into our brains.
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