Sunday, February 18, 2024

I Try To Transform

I Try To Transform
© Surazeus
2024 02 18

As I construct vast labyrinth of dreams 
from which I plan to escape with weird words 
I try to transform from rat to the wolf 
but get stuck in between as human being 
who sings to translate anguish into joy 
while running from bombs of tyrants and kings. 

Yet when the stage curtain comes down to hide 
my clumsy performance from judging eyes 
I try to transform from clown to the king 
but get stuck as farmer ploughing the field 
where swords of soldiers rust in shattered skulls 
while slaving for whims of tyrants and kings. 

Still the troubadour on the signless road 
searching for garden of beautiful girls, 
I try to transform from fool to the priest 
but get stuck as pianist in empty church 
where idol of god stares blankly at me 
evading duty to tyrants and kings. 

Reluctant to leave Realm of Consciousness 
where angels hammer words from fluid thoughts, 
I try to transform from rake to the seer 
but get stuck as sad romance novelist 
depicting our tangled relationships 
that break oppression of tyrants and kings. 

To manage zoo of voiceless animals 
whose wordless songs rely on hopeful rhyme 
I try to transform from clerk to the artist 
but get stuck as grim sales executive 
tasked to scam simple people of their faith 
by secret orders of tyrants and kings. 

When Hector drives fast chariot of war 
to defend Heaven against Beelzebub, 
I try to transform from horse to the car 
but get stuck as mute temple janitor 
who mops up blood after the sacrifice 
for gluttonous feasts of tyrants and kings. 

Because the golden-billed saltator knows 
the price of dancing in the waterfall, 
I try to transform from king to the god 
who claims he created the universe 
from nothing with one word of truth he speaks, 
but get stuck in roles of tyrants and kings. 

Exploring maze of dreams Ariadne wove 
from light rays beaming from first flash of love, 
I try to transform from man to the angel 
who transcends material nature of being, 
but get stuck as me, and nobody else, 
recording foul crimes of tyrants and kings. 


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