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Sunday, June 21, 2026

Soul-Code Of Divinity

Soul-Code Of Divinity
© Surazeus
2026 06 21

Not as happy as the man in the moon, 
yet stunned by beauty of the eglantine, 
I listen for the algebraic tune 
that vibrates through our chemical machine 
with ardent soul-code of divinity 
that weaves mortal brains from eternity. 

When my heart swells heavier than the moon, 
I clutch crystal stone of innocent faith 
and leap into deep flow of the world tune 
to expand dream scope of my conscious wraith 
so I become each soul alive on Earth 
transforming from egg of endless rebirth. 

Ascending spirit level of the heart 
when I untangle knots of psychic tricks, 
I fool the devil to give me his chart, 
then lead refugees to the River Styx 
where I stand my ground against tyranny 
by casting social spells at fantasy. 

I see no devils roaming lands of men 
except cruel mortals who try to control 
human bodies in games they never win 
till brave messiah frees the frightened soul 
with vision of justice and liberty 
for every person through democracy. 

Weird fairy tales swirl from my seething brain 
of social heroes wielding flag of truth 
who forge strong fellowship of faith to gain 
freedom through code of our messiah sleuth 
who gives conceptual nothing verbal shape 
that conjures virtual globe of our landscape. 

We leap with joy when we first spring from time 
through eager race to enter paradise, 
then dwell secure at height we choose to climb 
in garden we nurture, despite the price 
we pay when we deteriorate with age, 
then crumble to dust at the last life stage. 

I live my life with passion of the fool 
by striding boldly down the avenue 
where I play guitar before empty school 
when I wear mask of Poet Parvenu 
to overthrow illiterate elite 
with haunting laughter of the ocean beat. 

I hear voice of my mother call my name 
through swirling mist on shores of Loch Coruisk, 
so I sail to Skye, isle of fairy fame, 
to find her faceless ghost in moonlit dusk 
where she gives me the harp that David played 
so I sing to shimmer of her dim shade. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus finds his mother on misty shore of the River Styx so they drink apple juice and share stories till she rides the boat of Charon to Elysium.

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