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Monday, February 24, 2025

Cold Mind Of Winter

Cold Mind Of Winter
© Surazeus
2025 02 24

With cold mind of winter I approach spring 
to scatter snowflakes as tears of the dead 
that sprout from misery of the blood-soaked sand 
swirled by too many voices in the wind 
that blow snow from high mountains of desire 
to soak the waste land with hope for new life. 

With cold mind of winter I ask the moon 
why she replicates bright mirror of her eye 
ten times across the bleeding crystal sky 
to cast dark shadow of our naked souls 
on windy meadow of the laughing snake 
who mocks us as we try to find the fake. 

With cold mind of winter I eat the flame 
of sorrow hidden in the bleeding fruit 
sweet as pineapple in the cave of dreams 
where ghosts of the dead explain to me why 
so many people are unfairly killed 
by angry people terrified of death. 

With cold mind of winter I punch the rain 
to feel harsh ache of pain from sting of Death 
who mocks Apostle Paul for arrogance, 
then shows me where that Christian preacher lies 
rotting in his grave for eternity 
as Lucina gives me grape wine to drink. 

With cold mind of winter I curse the sea 
with omen from the laughing skull of god 
who offers diagnosis on my state 
of mental health through sacred oracle 
that Sibyl sings while hanging in her cage 
above indifferent waves of honesty. 

With cold mind of winter I attend school 
to develop deeper concept of truth 
based on vast invisible universe 
of unchange beneath the transient surface 
that supports day-to-day reality 
where I sell records in the red brick store. 

With cold mind of winter I channel words 
in dusty canyon of the singing skull 
where two rivers merge in blue flash of rain 
to conjure magic spells of psychic myth 
as thought meets passion of the hungry heart 
which nurtures chemical body of fame. 

With cold mind of winter I strife for love 
that heals dream-festered wounds of innocence 
so we accept that suffering sparks regrowth 
which fuels our transformation of the soul 
to glorious angel from chemical wretch 
as we sing the splendor of life on Earth. 


2 comments:

  1. Orpheus focuses attention with cold mind of winter on the psychological system we use to perceive the world with stories of fate.

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  2. The Snow Man
    Wallace Stevens

    https://poets.org/poem/snow-man

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