When I Steal Their Voices
© Surazeus
2018 12 10
The whisper of incomprehensible sand,
slick as yellow ribbons on bridal dress,
reveals name of the lover in the cave
who washes blind eyes in pool of the heart.
The moldy rye bread in cold hall of stone
that flourishes on corrupt heart of truth
we eat as we descend dark mountain trail,
faces glowing as angels in moonlight.
The messiah on white giraffe of power
leaves photos of forgotten memories
wrinkled in book of poems collecting dust,
priceless in the musty store of lost souls.
They walk together on soft shifting sand
far past the locked gate to paradise lost
where apples rot uneaten on frail trees
who remember their songs fading in wind.
The royal soldiers in cheap theater seats
laugh delighted at antics of the clown
who plays the king before he lost is crown,
then stream outside in rain to wander lost.
How can we balance urge of our free will
within context of the needs of the state
to support the man with authority
who judges with objective force of law?
We spiral deeper through concentric code
to find ancient heart of creative truth
that sprouts roots from seed of infinite hope
till we discover essence of our brains.
The bride in white silk dress on mountain peak
approaches old tree where witches were hanged
and burns their blind anger to release hate
which cleanses ancient land with flames of love.
When gold moon shimmers among ragged clouds
we gather in mountain grove of tall stones
to dance around the ancient mother tree
whose leaves record the histories of our dreams.
The laughter of incomprehensible rain,
bright as silent eyes in shadowy woods,
reveals name of the woman with three eyes
who sews wounds of my heart with fragile words.
These rain-wet city streets know me too well
because I walk them after midnight, numb
from clear memory of eerie nameless roads,
so I stand in wind outside locked bookstores.
The messiah on white giraffe of truth
calls my name when he parades through the streets
so everyone wears masks to hide their demon
when I steal their voices for secret spells.
© Surazeus
2018 12 10
The whisper of incomprehensible sand,
slick as yellow ribbons on bridal dress,
reveals name of the lover in the cave
who washes blind eyes in pool of the heart.
The moldy rye bread in cold hall of stone
that flourishes on corrupt heart of truth
we eat as we descend dark mountain trail,
faces glowing as angels in moonlight.
The messiah on white giraffe of power
leaves photos of forgotten memories
wrinkled in book of poems collecting dust,
priceless in the musty store of lost souls.
They walk together on soft shifting sand
far past the locked gate to paradise lost
where apples rot uneaten on frail trees
who remember their songs fading in wind.
The royal soldiers in cheap theater seats
laugh delighted at antics of the clown
who plays the king before he lost is crown,
then stream outside in rain to wander lost.
How can we balance urge of our free will
within context of the needs of the state
to support the man with authority
who judges with objective force of law?
We spiral deeper through concentric code
to find ancient heart of creative truth
that sprouts roots from seed of infinite hope
till we discover essence of our brains.
The bride in white silk dress on mountain peak
approaches old tree where witches were hanged
and burns their blind anger to release hate
which cleanses ancient land with flames of love.
When gold moon shimmers among ragged clouds
we gather in mountain grove of tall stones
to dance around the ancient mother tree
whose leaves record the histories of our dreams.
The laughter of incomprehensible rain,
bright as silent eyes in shadowy woods,
reveals name of the woman with three eyes
who sews wounds of my heart with fragile words.
These rain-wet city streets know me too well
because I walk them after midnight, numb
from clear memory of eerie nameless roads,
so I stand in wind outside locked bookstores.
The messiah on white giraffe of truth
calls my name when he parades through the streets
so everyone wears masks to hide their demon
when I steal their voices for secret spells.
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