Garden Of The Broken Gate

Garden Of The Broken Gate
© Surazeus
2019 03 12

This war that rages all around my head 
is nothing more than illusions of words 
billowing as smoke from mouths of the dead 
who follow each other in howling herds. 

We shoot each other with sarcastic jibes 
to prove that we are right and they are wrong 
then go about our boring daily lives 
to eat despair and suppress the weird song. 

We encode dreams to calculate fate 
so we can navigate vast maze of lies 
while dodging volleys of aggressive hate 
that splatter ideologies through eyes. 

This civil war we fight to define truth 
destroys delusions of our noble state 
so every soul becomes messiah sleuth 
as we contest right to investigate. 

We crucify god on telephone pole 
who reigned as our tyrant in the White House 
so we interview who will play king role 
to overthrow messiah of blind clowns. 

The triumvirate of three emperors 
who rule world empire of national pride 
vanishes in clear light of honest mirrors 
where the new queen of the world will abide. 

When Mother Amen on first pyramid 
reveals creation of our universe 
how we evolved from the first phoronid 
she heals our wounded hearts as psychic nurse. 

When illusion of empire falls apart 
we dance in ring of stones to celebrate 
then design and create new worldview chart 
that leads from garden of the broken gate.