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Thursday, April 23, 2026

Still Married To My Muse

Still Married To My Muse
© Surazeus
2026 04 23

Though forced to seek anew some fresher stamp 
presenting noble subject of my camp, 
I grant myself still married to my Muse 
who tempts me to adjudicate the news 
by daring to record destructive deeds 
through paintings that encode our psychic needs. 

My special nature, glorified by fate, 
traps me in curse to guard the jeweled gate 
against incursion proffered by lame thieves 
who limp from tomb where humble widow grieves 
from failed attempt to steal her loving eyes 
through vain expression hollow prayers devise. 

Since I alone in our vast universe 
am no one else but me, I purchase curse 
contrived to spoil alert equality 
against brave blessings from banality 
that we exchange by selling fantasies 
immured in confines of false dignities. 

Tongue-tied by praise of loyal characters, 
more precious to death than stale aquifers, 
I wield with bravery golden quill of truth 
to prove myself wise as unlettered sleuth 
when strangers clutching books of frantic tales 
ask me to solve problems cruel faith entails. 

In polished form of my soul-searing pen 
I measure tangled chaos love would win 
since urgent spirit animates my chord 
with solemn hymn no angel can afford, 
yet mortal pride of my too precious boast 
strands my broken heart on the storm-lashed coast. 

Full sail in ship of state my conscious steers, 
I will explore strange lands with my compeers 
who kneel astonished by clear mountain lake 
that their intelligence considers fake, 
enfeebled by familiar ghost of time 
who crowns as Emperor of Earth the mime. 

Clear charter of your worth excites my hope 
that Jupiter will teach me how to cope 
with undeserving richness of true love 
which flatters me with royal light above 
though I determine death erases all 
while we dance laughing in the waterfall. 

No better judgement could I render right 
than how we are acquainted with the night 
to prove we are as virtuous through faith 
as time-untwisting laughter of the wraith 
who recognizes power of my Muse 
whose weird spell may bomb of my heart defuse. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus transcribes verses with golden quill of truth while Shakespeare improvises extensive monologues of heart-broken characters who seek justice from indifferent Jupiter.

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