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Tuesday, April 15, 2025

Fervent Prayers To God

Fervent Prayers To God
© Surazeus
2025 04 15

The words I speak are transient as the wind, 
yet mold from conceptual clay of my brain 
timeless state of reality I feel 
vibrate in ruthless wind of constancy 
with arbitrary perfection of thought, 
for I create the world with words I speak. 

The mystery of the weirding words I speak 
reveals the way to balance truth with lies 
halfway between reality and dream 
when I stand on the rock of haughty hope 
to proclaim the meaning of world events 
that swirl our bodies in currents of fate. 

The faultless vision of the way things are 
highlights the pointless passion of desire 
that drives our spectral progress to transcend 
walled obstacles of belligerent faith 
contrived by gestures our bodies invent 
to program fortune of successful plays. 

The process I prescribe with strict respect 
provides clear method we articulate 
to catalog all objects of the world 
with words that shape forms into clear ideas 
demarked by boundaries of conceptual fact 
depicting accurate state of primal being. 

The card tricks jesters play on loyal fools 
expose selfish greed of each conscious soul 
who risks their hard-earned wealth of social pride 
to gamble for salvation against Death 
who always wins in fate-adjusted time 
despite our fervent prayers to God for Life. 

The eerie laughter of the apple tree, 
who understands fierce hunger of my flesh, 
excites erotic wisdom of my brain 
to plant small seeds in putrid river mud, 
and faithfully attend their fragile sprouts 
till forest of fruit trees grows from my corpse. 

The monstrous toad beneath the murky waves 
lurks in disguise as beauty I desire 
with glamorous allurement of sweet eyes 
for pleasure promised by ecstatic faith, 
so I dive in dark lake where Grendel hides 
to fight the demon Nature with word spells. 

The painful memories of our harvest hour 
compose the sturdy bridge of honesty 
across which humans walk with trembling faith 
to find the Promised Land of fruitful trees 
across the waste land of sterilized faith 
defined by rapture of true words I speak. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus guides lost refugees from the collapsing empire to climb Mount Takoma where they meditate to transcend all realities with song of truth.

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