Orpheus Saves Ophelia

Orpheus Saves Ophelia
© Surazeus
2024 10 15

Flapping frail wings in early morning glow, 
the white crane lands on oak tree in the stream 
where the violin and the long-haired girl, 
still wearing long black dress, float in green waves, 
in peaceful solitude as sudden breeze 
ripples water that kisses her pale cheeks. 

After failing to bring Eurydice 
back alive from the lightless underworld, 
Orpheus wanders weeping on the shore, 
hair swirling in the breeze that ripples waves 
across green sorrow of the River Styx 
where floating girl holds her red violin. 

Gasping at sight of young girl in long dress 
floating in river of angelic tears, 
Orpheus wades in muddy flow of fear, 
then lifts her in his arms with gentle grace 
to bear her dripping among river reeds, 
then breathes air of life to revive her soul. 

Breathing deep desperate desire for love 
that swirls in beams of light from timeless stars, 
Orpheus fills Ophelia with his faith 
till she expels water of bitter tears, 
and opens eyes blue as the storm-calm sea 
that gaze surprised at his sun-haloed face. 

Bearing her to his safe round tholos fane, 
Orpheus sparks bright fire of crackling flames 
to warm cold body of the shivering girl, 
who smiles shyly when he offers brass cup 
of juice that fills her heart with gratitude, 
while he carefully cleans her violin. 

As cool wind swishes hair around her face, 
Ophelia stands inside the pillared fane 
and plays heart-aching melodies of hope 
on star-vibrant strings of the violin 
that swirls ecstatic waves of rainbow tones 
in graceful spirals of enchanting love. 

Strumming gold strings on lyre of Mercury, 
Orpheus sings in potent harmony 
with fervent passion of zealous intent 
sad tale of the lonely heart-broken boy 
who saves the drowning girl from bleak despair, 
two lost lovers who find new love to share. 

Long after Orpheus and Ophelia 
raise three clever children, grow old, and die, 
their grandson Galaton paints on fane walls 
scenes depicting progress of their romance 
when the Singer lifts up the Violinist 
and carries her safely to garden grove. 

Hands Of My Heart

Hands Of My Heart
© Surazeus
2024 10 14

With countless hands of my heart I reach out 
to touch essence of all things that exist 
so I can feel vibration of their souls 
ring bright with cosmic music of the spheres 
till my heart comprehends their secret names 
given them by song of the ocean waves. 

With curious hands of my heart I explore 
infinite landscape of our spinning globe 
that spiral in eyes of people I meet 
walking somewhere else on the nameless road 
that always leads me to the eyeless lake 
where laughing children give each other names. 

With naked hands of my heart I embrace 
shadow-lover living inside the tree 
who calls my name with voice of silver light 
that transforms into birds with eager wings 
who try to teach me how to fly with breath, 
yet all I can do is name what I see. 

With broken hands of my heart I construct 
enormous palace of false memory 
where I can hide in doorless maze of myths 
to play life of each god who ever lives 
because ticking clocks animate my brain 
to invent language woven with our names. 

With fertile hands of my heart I conceive 
light that streams through statue of my soul 
to generate new bodies for my genes 
as we evolve from fish to faceless god 
who longs to travel outward to the stars 
that blink with indifference that I exist. 

With divine hands of my heart I express 
material substance of my mortal flesh 
that blossoms from youth and decays to age 
based on hypnotic chanting of the tree 
that drops ripe fruit into our open hands 
as Earth recycles atoms through our brains. 

With subtle hands of my heart I unwind 
wall tapestry that illustrates my life 
as cosmic herald crowned to save the world 
by guarding garden of the singing tree 
where deathless mother invents ways to talk 
about the strange world of forms our eyes dream. 

With stubborn hands of my heart I unfold 
wings of morning light to bless the world 
with self-indulgent joy that I exist 
though flame of life that glows in me is brief 
when I gaze high at rustling leaves of trees 
that whisper my name as I disappear. 

Nowhere Of Paradise

Nowhere Of Paradise
© Surazeus
2024 10 14

When I stroll down the driveway of my home 
to get the mail just after I eat lunch, 
soft glow of sunlight in wind-shifting trees 
wakes ancient memories nascent in my brain 
so I remember walking roadless plains 
one hundred thousand years of eager hope. 

Time seems to slow down as I venture forth 
from town where I have lived since time began 
to travel fifty miles each thousand years 
till I have journeyed halfway round the globe 
over mountains and seas to where I am 
now here in the nowhere of paradise. 

I travel forward toward the setting sun 
forever searching for the Promised Land 
that shines over dim horizon of hope 
while singing with the turning wheels of fate 
on which my wagon rolls to blaze new road 
where thousands follow me with desperate faith. 

On wings of imagination I fly 
back along old roads my ancestors mapped 
to find the lake where they first woke from dream 
and traveled forth to colonize the globe, 
sent forth by Ishtar on high pyramid 
to spawn curious children on river shores. 

Name of First Mother on shore of the lake, 
who taught us how to cook food over fires 
and how to sing clear visions of our minds, 
almost appears from misty depths of time 
when she smiles at me with star-beaming eyes 
and gives me fruit she snatched from Tree of Life. 

This timeless stretch of vivid memory, 
that spans more years than human history 
recorded by story-tellers in fanes, 
expands my sense of serious destiny 
so courage to fight for justice and truth 
inspires me with hope for democracy. 

From every group wise honest leaders rise 
to guide their people on the road of life, 
and those whose rule helps every person grow 
found prosperous states that thrive in happiness, 
but those whose rule exploits the common folk 
are killed in revolutions from despair. 

Collecting mail with secrets of success, 
delivered by angels with hidden wings, 
I stroll back in home my dreams have composed 
to sit before computer at work desk 
with timeless energy of human hope 
and help program the world computer brain. 

Face Between The Stars

Face Between The Stars
© Surazeus
2024 10 13

The face between the stars is my own face 
for I am soul of light in human form, 
just like every soul who has ever lived, 
so when I look at you I look at me, 
separate bodies from one immortal sea, 
but I can only guess your secret thoughts. 

Each year I leave the city where I work 
constructing houses for rich faceless gods, 
and spend vacation by the swirling sea 
to chat with Mother Mermaid about life, 
but every piece of advice she repeats 
is proverb written in the Ancient Book. 

I hear in voice of wind the secret song 
long hidden in heart of the lonely girl 
who smiles brightly as she teaches young kids 
how to calculate progress of their fate, 
while flag above her school waves in the wind 
to signal coming of the cosmic herald. 

Her father, who sold Bibles door to door, 
plays chess with other old men in the park, 
though rain storm sweeps away their strategies 
with umbrellas tumbling down the highway 
till hurricane, caused by the butterfly, 
dissipates to breeze that brushes her hair. 

She asks the man in the moon to retrieve 
painting of the white-eyed vireo she made 
to prove beyond any shadow of doubt 
that sunlight weaves out bodies from dream code, 
since humans can never fly to escape 
maze of myths that trap us in our beliefs. 

This house where I live with ghosts of my past 
is dream of the house where I was not born 
which always appears on side of the road 
no matter where I walk around the world, 
so I sit in bombed library to type 
complex riddles that prophesy the truth. 

Each skull I find in rubble of the war 
smiles up at me with charm of innocence, 
so I line them all on museum shelves 
beside skulls of Hamlet and Orpheus 
when Saturn, the old security guard, 
falls asleep watching movies on his phone. 

Awake as concept of the social game, 
I realize I am in love with the girl 
who lives on the other side of the world, 
but I cannot find store of Icarus 
to buy wings so I can fly to her home 
and give her sacred diamond of my heart. 

Harmony With The Wind

Harmony With The Wind
© Surazeus
2024 10 13

Each morning when the sun gleams through the trees 
sweet chirps of birds inspire my heart with hope 
that I will experience beauty of life 
while strolling along the lush river shore 
to gather treasures of bountiful Earth 
that gleam so mysteriously in my hands. 

Yet in my carefree journey through the world 
I stay alert to dangers lurking near 
in form of monsters or humans who dare 
attempt to control my soul for their gain 
with clever ploys urged by their selfish greed 
to acquire what their hands cannot create. 

Through woods once tangled with thick underbrush 
aggressive passion of my forward path 
has blazed clear trails of purposeful intent, 
expressing passion of my hungry heart 
in longing to walk by your side at last 
deep in this paradise our love has lost. 

Through exploration of my curious feet 
my heart has memorized shape of these hills 
till I comprehend songs of flowing streams 
for I am spirit of this timeless land 
awake in temporary soul I am 
when I sing in harmony with the wind. 

Though I find countless treasures of this world, 
delicious fruit that hang from shady trees, 
flighty birds that twitter enchanting songs, 
herds of horses that gallop with the wind, 
the most important treasure I desire 
is love you freely offer from your heart. 

Though I wake each dawn with visions of hope 
to perform graceful role of my weird fate, 
I find myself lost in vast maze of fear, 
entangled in plays other people write, 
till I have lost my true self in their mess, 
and I fall bruised to my knees in despair. 

Yet in the darkest hour of my despair, 
just as I fear I have forgotten you, 
bright light of your soul shines in lonely trees 
so I rise and follow moon of your heart 
that lights clear way I blazed with honest faith 
safe back to my secret home in the woods. 

While people with ambition fight for power 
to control narrative of what is true, 
I stay clear of their confusing contests, 
free to explore wild forests of this world, 
eating fruit that grow from generous trees 
as I sing in harmony with the wind. 

Tears Blocked By Grim Hope

Tears Blocked By Grim Hope
© Surazeus
2024 10 13

I gaze across mountains, rivers, and plains 
with longing to see your face in sunlight 
instead of your dim reflection on the moon, 
and though years pass with the falling of leaves 
sharp pain of your loss remains in my heart, 
yet tears blocked by grim hope will never flow. 

After I empty many pots of wine 
to ease ache of my heart for losing you, 
I wonder with sly laugh of bitter sorrow 
who will fill the pots with sweet wine again, 
for I will never cease thinking of you, 
but tears blocked by grim hope will never flow. 

The river flows cold in light of the moon 
while I drink to remember those who died 
in storm of war that swept across the land, 
so I count the sheep that graze in lush fields, 
and lights of fishing boats on the dark lake, 
since tears blocked by grim hope will never flow. 

The river shimmers cold in morning light 
and wind blows in trees on the mountain range, 
so we cheer the hero on his white horse 
who will never return to his safe home 
from fighting for peace against tyranny, 
as tears blocked by grim hope will never flow. 

Time passes with the bloom and fall of leaves 
when children eat apples on the lake shore, 
and memory of your face fades from my eyes, 
while even your name dissipates in wind, 
yet glow of your soul shimmers in the moon, 
so tears blocked by grim hope will never flow. 

Scenes of our life together in the past, 
replayed by ghosts on stage of our lost days, 
lie scattered on ceaseless river of time, 
mute whispers that echo in empty house 
where I grow old without you by my side, 
while tears blocked by grim hope will never flow. 

Our love swirls wild on agitated waves 
as time flushes all to the heartless sea, 
yet my love for you endures in my heart 
old as tall mountains shining in vast skies, 
so I stand in rain and call out your name, 
yet tears blocked by grim hope will never flow. 

Our love lasts forever despite cruel fate 
for though your body vanished from this world 
your spirit lives in children of our souls, 
for you gaze joyfully at me with love 
from cheerful beauty of their living eyes, 
so tears blocked by grim hope now ever flow. 

Principle Of Liberty

Principle Of Liberty
© Surazeus
2024 10 13

The ruling spirit of America 
on which progress of our republic stands 
is noble Principle of Liberty 
that every person living in this land 
has freedom to choose how they want to live, 
so we do as we will, if we harm none. 

On dark Friday the Thirteenth of October, 
one thousand, three hundred and seven years 
since Jesus founded the Christian Empire, 
both the King of France and the Pope of Rome 
conspired to destroy the Knights of the Temple 
to maintain their tyrannical control. 

Though Grand Master Jacobus Molensis 
was burned at the stake as a heretic, 
many quick Knights of the Temple escaped 
by boat across Mare Britannicus 
to stumble on the welcome shores of Scotland 
where Masons sheltered them safe in the Lodge. 

Reborn as Brother Masons in the Lodge, 
Knights of the Temple in Jerusalem 
established Principle of Liberty 
based on freedom of each person to choose 
how they worship the divine Soul of All 
and whom they choose to operate the State. 

Betrayed by the Pope in the Vatican, 
Free Masons founded Freedom of Religion 
through protest against abuse of the Church 
so every congregation in the land 
may study stories in Scripture to grow 
in their private quest for Truth of the Mind. 

Betrayed by the King in the Castle Court, 
Free Masons founded Freedom of the Vote 
which devised function of Democracy 
where the People chose who will lead the State 
as Republic formed for the Common Good 
that ensures justice and liberty for all. 

This sacred Idea of America, 
as Land of Liberty for every soul, 
based on the freedom to choose how we live 
through both religion and democracy, 
was born Friday the Thirteenth of October 
when tyrants tried to crush Spirit of Truth. 

We fight against monarchs and patriarchs 
who try to control our bodies and minds 
by exercising sacred right to vote 
with freedom to choose how we want to live, 
designing world view on verified truth, 
inspired by Spirit of America. 

World Empire Of Faith

World Empire Of Faith
© Surazeus
2024 10 12

The empire we live in will not soon fall, 
so I sit on back deck of my quaint home 
and play melancholy tunes on guitar 
to remember when I was young and poor 
and traveled east across this wooded land 
my ancestors traveled centuries ago. 

Leaving ancient kingdoms of tyranny, 
where thugs in castles, wearing jeweled crowns, 
pronounced themselves agents of the Sky God, 
my ancestors sailed across sea of storms 
on fragile boats of faith in liberty 
to live free in this fertile Promised Land. 

Always traveling west in the wilderness, 
they left behind crowded cities of banks 
to live beyond the grasping hand of greed, 
but every valley where they escaped to 
was annexed by the kingdom of the east 
till we now live in world empire of faith. 

Unknown augur in haven of my home, 
I study how birds fly across the sky 
where Icarus once soared from castle tower 
to live free beyond walls of paradise, 
then analyze state of democracy 
to prophesy in riddles no one reads. 

Since honest prophets always end up dead, 
killed by cruel tyrants grasping for control, 
I hide dire prophecies in clever code, 
wrapped in enigmas of humorous jokes 
that no one ever seems to understand, 
so I live unlaureled, safe in my home. 

Since Adam founded Kingdom of the Word, 
established by David with sword of faith, 
ensured by Jesus to grow in our hearts, 
and expanded wide by Meroveus 
for Constantine, Arthur, and Charlemagne, 
our world empire grows in America. 

Through sacred bloodline of the Holy Grail 
Jehovah builds his world empire of faith 
in sons of Jesus incarnate as kings 
who strive to conquer all nations of Earth 
under one invisible Lightning God 
who patrols the world in starship of peace. 

Though fractured in hundreds of warring states, 
United Nations of Earth will compose 
world empire of faith under global law 
based on justice and liberty for all, 
beautiful vision that will never be 
as I flow with the river to the sea. 

Her Struggle Against Fate

Her Struggle Against Fate
© Surazeus
2024 10 12

Young girl with long straight hair red as the rose 
kneels at stone cottage on the misty moor, 
and places small wood box by red oak door 
with turtle shell and feathers of three crows, 
then runs back to cave beneath jagged crag 
where she wraps warm in skin of the white stag. 

Sitting pert on wolf-skin fur on the stone 
where moonlight glitters in rain-splattered pool, 
young red-haired Aisling gazes in the jewel 
at vision she carves on the stag-leg bone 
with lightning-crooked letters of the Rune 
while humming eerie heart-enchanting tune. 

Tall blond-haired boy in white horse by the tree 
that drops orange leaves in flowing stream of time 
stares astonished at her beauty, sublime 
with graceful elegance since she lives free 
from duty that constrains his fierce intent 
to control wild passions of discontent. 

Six men surround young girl on misty hill, 
intending to abduct her for their Lord 
who reigns in stone castle with bloody sword, 
so she resists with courage of free will 
but they subdue her struggle against fate 
and force her to kneel before throne of hate. 

Young boy she rescued twenty years before 
from assassins his uncle sent to kill 
asks her to marry him while holding quill 
for her to sign contract of love to score 
secure position in his royal court, 
but she turns away with disdainful snort. 

With trembling voice light as the ocean wave 
she tells him she prefers the windy heath 
instead of wearing the gold bridal wreath, 
feeling safe in solitude of her cave 
where she brews juice in cauldron of her heart, 
then strides off with intention to depart. 

Holding her hands with gentle sigh of love, 
he confesses love he feels for her soul 
since hour she saved him, so he set as goal 
to crown her queen with grace of God above, 
but she laughs that no god dwells in the sky, 
then gasps at tear that wells from his blue eye. 

Realizing he cannot keep her prisoner, 
because love freely given is more real 
than love enforced that she will never feel, 
he burns contract drawn by the scrivener, 
then watches her walk road back to her cave 
where she translates song of the ocean wave. 

He Puffs Himself Up

He Puffs Himself Up
© Surazeus
2024 10 11

He guns loud engine of his giant truck 
to gamble with the Savior for good luck, 
but spins out on iced highway of despair 
which makes him transform into the brown bear 
who steals stale communion wafers of faith 
from the dumpster behind Church of the Wraith. 

He polishes gun of his bitter heart, 
after misreading the upside-down chart 
that maps every signless road Jesus paved, 
to kidnap the children Lucifer saved 
from religious fear of his doomsday cult 
without calculating the dire result. 

He preaches salvation on bright-lit stage 
to rile up the crowd with indignant rage 
for all those poor people and immigrants 
to blunt attention from his impotence, 
then sells them timeshares to the Afterlife 
with promise of reward from social strife. 

He signs expensive Bibles that he sells 
while boasting curses of cathedral bells 
when he attempts to steal the crown of thorns, 
then parades naked with the blowing horns, 
leading thieves to storm walls of Jericho 
as arrogant son of the virago. 

He stumbles lost in fun-house mirror maze, 
aggressively demanding in blind daze 
that all pledge loyalty to his mad reign 
while insecurity drives him insane, 
so we purge that devil from paradise 
to cleanse our nation of his septic vice. 

He shouts accusations with twisted lies 
that Jupiter Joe and his clever spies 
control the weather to hurl hurricanes 
that smash cities on conservative plains, 
declaring God anoints him King of Earth, 
yet disregards what loving hearts are worth. 

He promises to rule with iron fist 
as dictator who kills those who resist 
till we unite with Queen of Liberty 
to save our essential democracy 
so when he tries to suppress our free vote 
we exercise our sacred right to choose. 

He puffs himself up huge to appear strong, 
but he deflates at courage of our song 
for, though he seems to loom over our land, 
his fake bluster, as castle in the sand, 
will crumble so he fades from memory 
because we will survive his treachery. 

Lost In The Fun House

Lost In The Fun House
© Surazeus
2024 10 11

Lost in the fun house of national pride, 
size of my ego distorted by fame, 
I search for box Pandora used to hide 
demonic spirits of the empire game 
so I can trap them in their gilded cage 
when tyrants try to play god on the stage. 

I hide demonic spirit of desire 
for bold ambition to control the world 
through propaganda of the holy choir 
behind benign mask of the cosmic herald 
sent down to Earth by monarch of the sky 
who commissions me to play psychic spy. 

Distorting signal of accepted truth 
through global broadcast of arrogant faith, 
I track puzzling clues as messiah sleuth 
to reveal true nature of the star wraith 
who seeks to crown himself the global king 
through hypnotic power of the dream ring. 

Riding Bucephalus in global war 
to build world empire through holy crusade, 
I wield shining blade of Excalibur 
to trick the Devil with sly ambuscade, 
then place Crown of David on my own head 
while giving everyone fresh loaf of bread. 

Driven into bleak desert of the mind, 
I walk the waste land on the signless road 
forty days and nights till my heart is blind, 
so I meditate with the mushroom toad 
who reveals evolution of the soul 
from first flash that spirals from the White Whole. 

Resisting temptation of my own heart 
to crown myself Emperor of the Earth, 
I tame my devil wolf with mythic chart 
to build my bride safe haven with warm hearth 
where she teaches our children how to sing, 
then forge soul horcrux with the magic ring. 

Uniting nations of the Earth with love, 
I found Anglonesia with hand of law 
so all live equal under God above 
whose spirit animates Queen Onatah 
who provides food for everyone to eat 
while I preside in the Perilous Seat. 

As son of Galahad I wield the sword 
to maintain new world order with dream code 
which guides how I steward food as the Lord 
since I shift gears to drive in regal mode 
when I kill tyrants to bring the world peace 
before I die stealing the Golden Fleece. 

War Of Love Against Hate

War Of Love Against Hate
© Surazeus
2024 10 11

When snowflakes compose mirror of the mind 
I see the egotistical sublime 
reflect the soul of every genius seer 
who ever walks in sunlight of our world 
and sings new vision of the Self in spells 
that program how people perceive themselves. 

Armed with negative capability, 
scepter I forged from bright celestial light 
that fell as meteor from Realm of Ideas, 
I climb Stairway to Heaven with new wings 
I bought from Icarus at his toy craft shop 
to meet with Athena on Throne of Truth. 

Ascending Pyramid of the God-Eye, 
step by step to Church of the Cosmic Mind, 
I follow Torch of Freedom that shines bright 
in hand Goddess of Liberty holds high 
through swirling portals of the multiverse 
till I arrive in lush Elysium. 

While Saturnus lounges on the river shore, 
long beard weaving worlds in one galaxy, 
Athena sits in tholos temple hall 
where Mercurius strums tunes on golden lyre, 
and gestures I approach, so I bow curt, 
enraptured by divine glow of her eyes. 

Sweet voice of her electric energy 
inspires my mind with vision of her goal 
as World Goddess of Liberty explains 
how Devil Spirit of cruel tyranny 
has manifested once again on Earth 
in greedy man who would crown himself king. 

Handing me Sword of Justice, Durandal 
that Roland wielded to protect the realm, 
Athena commissions me to assist 
Minerva Goddess of Justice and Law 
to battle that devil in human form 
so she can save humanity with love. 

Descending stairway from the Parthenon, 
Temple of Liberty that lights the world, 
I join Minerva on her holy quest 
to drive tyrant Midas from the White House 
so she can enforce universal law 
with justice and liberty for all people. 

Though thousands of humans possessed by fear 
support Midas crowning himself king, 
millions of people who love Liberty 
wake bold angelic spirit of their hearts 
to fight for freedom through democracy 
in our global war of Love against Hate. 

Latest Epiphany Of Truth

Latest Epiphany Of Truth
© Surazeus
2024 10 11

While searching through the rubble of our dreams 
for the latest epiphany of truth 
that billions of brains now see all at once 
in vision flashing on hurricane clouds, 
I find the long-lost photograph of God 
with face of every soul who ever lives. 

While riding roller coaster of our dreams 
for the wildest epiphany of truth 
that zips around vast galaxy of worlds, 
I transcend anguish of this mortal life 
to fly high on imagination wings 
so I can map confusing maze of myths. 

While gazing still in mirror of our dreams 
for the myriad epiphany of truth 
which replicates material forms of being 
from concepts of their Platonic Ideas, 
I perceive immortal soul of my genes 
through which my ancestors evolve to me. 

While talking with nameless ghosts of our dreams 
for the secret epiphany of truth 
that frames puzzle of our cosmic world view, 
I design architectural ontology 
on which I build Temple of Memory 
where we eat apples by Fountain of Youth. 

While teaching workshop to compose our dreams 
for the sacred epiphany of truth 
which mathematicians and seers employ, 
I calculate with psychic formulas 
social progress for generating life 
in children who bury us under trees. 

While driving car on highway of our dreams 
for the tricky epiphany of truth 
embodied by bright Torch of Liberty 
that guides our lone way through darkness of faith, 
I forge Justice Sword from Infinity Stone 
to fight devils who haunt America. 

While gazing at flame in tear of our dreams 
for the subtle epiphany of truth 
which fuels each passionate beat of our hearts, 
I bring laughing skull of Hamlet from Hell 
so he can prophesy future events 
from his throne in Museum of the Mind. 

While strumming lyre to sing spells of our dreams 
for the cosmic epiphany of truth 
encoding tropes of personality cults 
we play in Theater of the Absurd, 
I play persona I design with words 
whose idol will remain after I die. 

Invent New Words For How

Invent New Words For How
© Surazeus
2024 10 10

When language flows in waterfall of words 
I wear face of the sun to hide the gloom 
that billows from deep fountain of my heart 
when I explain vast emptiness of truth 
as meaning that exists without the word 
since life occurs outside dream of my mind. 

While walking in the field of singing trees 
I close my eyes to see light of the world 
that glows from hills of animating wind 
so I feel aching body of my mind 
connect my soul to spinning of the globe 
which fills my heart with pulsing breath of hope. 

Instead of hiding in safe cave of ghosts 
when glowing Cloud God dumps rain on my head 
I turn my face up toward infinity 
to taste conceptual wisdom of the light 
that pierces my heart with sweet loneliness 
because I forget words to explain why. 

This globe that teems with conscious organisms 
continues spinning in the star-eyed void 
whether or not I am awake to feel 
tremor of land vibrating with my heart 
so I walk barefoot in cold ocean waves 
while I invent new words for how I feel. 

Just as I name bright spirit of my soul 
my body turns into the long-maned horse 
who gallops slow along the river shore 
to show me where the apples grow most ripe 
so I become another human soul 
who smiles at me in shadow of the grove. 

Though we speak words our mothers gave to us 
with kisses of compassion beyond death 
we understand the strange words we exchange 
as thoughts that glimmer in electric air 
so we embrace to share tunes of our hearts 
that pulse in rhythm with clean river waves. 

Seven thousand years after we first meet 
our memories wake in children of our genes 
who recognize each other in our eyes 
as offspring of One Mother who still sings 
weird melody the moon weaves in our hearts 
though we live now in distant roadless lands. 

I fly to opposite side of the world 
and find you walking in our field of flowers 
so we climb Temple of the Humming God 
and kiss with passion of the spinning Earth 
to generate new life before we die 
in children who place our skulls on the shelf. 

Divine God Mind

Divine God Mind
© Surazeus
2024 10 10

If sharp needles sprout from pores of my soul 
with searing pain that wakes me from blank dream, 
I hope they would transform into thin vines 
spreading around my frail body in veil 
of shimmering spider webs that transmit 
signals of my fearful sincerity. 

Inside ice mirror world of my intent, 
where ideal concepts of unchanging forms 
preserve universal design of hope, 
my pure immortal body suffers pain 
of never growing beyond divine frame 
that traps wings of desire within my heart. 

Inhaling cold ethereal spirit breath 
of howling mountain wind that fills my flesh 
with urgent motivation to survive, 
I howl at glaring light of silver fear 
that opens boundless sky of silent courage 
to fuel hot flame of wisdom in my heart. 

Leaping from cave of illusions with rage, 
thirty-three lithe demonic dinosaurs 
attack my solitude with hungry snarls, 
so I twirl gracefully on coils of hope 
to slice their fierce aggression with sharp sword 
I forged from mountain blood with hammer blows. 

After chopping demons in bloody steaks, 
which I roast over hot flames to consume, 
I feel my fragile body of cracked glass 
swell thick with spirit of demonic strength 
so ancient knowledge of their sparkling blood 
wakes Divine God Mind in my flashing brain. 

Meditating on jagged mountain peak, 
while draped in furry tiger skin of faith, 
I see first flash flare forth from the big bang 
and spiral into galaxies of suns 
to nurture worlds that teem with conscious life 
swarming from ocean wombs in many forms. 

I feel immortal spirit of my genes 
evolve four hundred million years of souls 
fish to lizard to mouse to cat to ape 
to wingless angel singing hymns of truth 
as I dance to create and destroy worlds 
with energy-beaming gestures of my hands. 

With flash of morning dawn I see I am 
Shiva son of Devi and Viswanatha, 
Avatar of Brahman, Father of Life, 
so I manifest Energy of Earth 
in temporary frame of human flesh, 
divine mind of the universe awake. 

Through Darkness Of Faith

Through Darkness Of Faith
© Surazeus
2024 10 10

The tiny flame inside the silver tear, 
which my mother gave me when I was young, 
contains all the light of the universe 
expressed by formula of writhing grace, 
so I hold its glow in palm of my hand 
for it guides my way through darkness of faith. 

The eerie tune inside the silver tear, 
which falls from the leaf on my upturned face, 
records dark water of the subtle voice 
that flows with tenderness of gentle love 
to measure strength of passion I resolve 
with each cautious step through darkness of faith. 

The naked soul inside the silver tear, 
who tastes sweet blood that fountains from my heart, 
leads my shadow back to forgotten home 
where I calculate the cost of return 
which I must pay each time the river screams 
to confound my trip through darkness of faith. 

The rolling stone inside the silver tear, 
which hides my memories in Book of the Earth, 
crushes gold-footed idol of world fame 
so I can enter city of my birth 
while wearing mask of the many-faced god 
when I map old roads through darkness of faith. 

The flashing moon inside the silver tear, 
who watches me with eyes of diamond light, 
reflects immortal soul that forms my genes 
so I know how to act with gentle grace 
when I retreat from stage of history 
after I find path through darkness of faith. 

The mirror eye inside the silver tear, 
which gives me apple of sweet loneliness, 
so I gaze at vast space between the stars 
to find whole face of my infinity, 
tells me weird truth in silent words of light 
that reveal new course through darkness of faith. 

The timeless clock inside the silver tear, 
which measures patterns of atomic swirls, 
contains eternity within its wheel 
because end of the road is far ahead 
yet language of my body is finite 
so I sing to walk through darkness of faith. 

The faceless god inside the silver tear, 
who weaves my secret name from tangled words, 
tells me this world I see is mine to take 
if I can slay the demon of despair 
that haunts the valley of the singing skull 
which I bear with me through darkness of faith. 

Beach Of Your Thoughts

Beach Of Your Thoughts
© Surazeus
2024 10 09

I cannot feel sharp arrow of true love 
piercing television screen of my heart 
so glass eye of my brain cracks fragile words 
that fall in shards of psychic butterflies 
who sing in harmony with ocean waves 
where I wander on the beach of your thoughts. 

Because I am willing to die for you 
by shielding your heart from arrow of hate, 
Venus rewards me with immortal life 
as ghost who haunts descendants of our blood 
three thousand years as empires rise and fall 
while I linger on the beach of your thoughts. 

Each generation of our children think 
I am Guardian Angel that Heaven sent 
to guide their journey to the Promised Land 
because I lead them from the danger zone 
to travel ever westward with the sun 
though I drift lost on the beach of your thoughts. 

These fragments of my scattered memories 
swirl around my spirit as autumn leaves 
on which I write strange stories of their lives 
as each new generation of our souls 
sprouts on Tree of Life, then drifts to the sea 
where I dance sad on the beach of your thoughts. 

Though we first meet in lush Almaty hills, 
filling baskets with apples of new faith, 
then ride together on horse of the wind 
to conquer the world sea to shining sea, 
I wander alone through Zarathian woods 
to search for you on the beach of your thoughts. 

While driving to work at the factory 
where I assemble television sets, 
I hear your clear voice on the radio 
wail with eerie spirit of Mercury 
to express longing for the love we lost, 
so I lament on the beach of your thoughts. 

We almost meet in vast library hall, 
browsing ancient leather-bound books of tales, 
but ache of sorrow in my wingless heart 
makes me hide in cold shadow of despair, 
and you return to your art studio 
while I sit mute on the beach of your thoughts. 

As nine-tailed fairy fox of Avalon 
I love you with sacred light of the moon, 
for though we both died millennia ago 
we live in countless children of our genes 
who see each other in bright eyes we share 
when we gather on the beach of your thoughts. 

Glamorous Country Of Love

Glamorous Country Of Love
© Surazeus
2024 10 09

Embossed with silvery images of wings, 
my soul grows in gloom of the theater, 
inspired by story of the anti-hero 
to explore the glamorous country of love 
where children of the windy hills rebel 
against their parents in the tower of glass. 

Grown old and half-blind as the vampire bat, 
I sit in front of my computer screen 
that evolved from my television set 
to watch long epic history of the world 
recorded in movies by camera bards 
while grifters fight over who rules the Earth. 

Yet I strut down the busy avenue 
past construction workers and cafe cooks 
to my art studio on the seventh floor 
of the abandoned clothing factory 
where I splatter paint on large canvases 
to sell for thousands in art galleries. 

Another jetplane screams across the sky 
from Manhattan to London in eight hours, 
eastward across the wild Atlantic main 
where my ancestors sailed west in wood ships 
to escape tyranny of the mad king 
whose ghost now haunts streets of America. 

When Lady Lazarus rises from the dead 
from kiss of Prince Charming in misty woods, 
assembled by blind Doctor Frankenstein 
as bride for Saint George, grand Slayer of Worms, 
she swirls her long red hair as angel wings 
and eats my spirit with her honeyed lips. 

Pink tulips blossom from her lonely grave 
where witches gather every full-moon night 
to open books releasing butterflies 
which form ghostly shadow of Ariel 
when she appears in beams of silver light 
to bless our hearts with anguish of true love. 

So crowds of people all across the land 
gather to cheer when Godiva arrives 
on white unicorn of the public will 
to drive the dictator from the White House 
and reign with justice in the Holy Land, 
protecting Rapunzel from lecherous Mars. 

Soft cries of children from their rubbled homes 
resemble sad song of the nightingale 
that echoes in date groves of Palestine 
before the second coming of the Lord 
who steals fake crowns from dictators and clowns 
which he displays in Museum of Faith. 

New Face To Wear

New Face To Wear
© Surazeus
2024 10 09

Just outside every window of my house 
one Joro Spider has woven her web 
to catch the mad monsters of my bad dreams, 
so I pray to Star Spider of the sun 
and ask her to weave from heavenly ghosts 
new face to wear in this strange life on Earth. 

Since I am growing old in fractured years, 
too familiar with stark light of the moon 
highlighting secret words in holy books 
that follow me on frail butterfly wings, 
I cut off pieces of forgotten selves 
and find new face to wear before I die. 

Though I am happy with my daily life, 
where I express joy in stable routine 
building the Memory Palace of our world, 
yet gentle monster growing in my heart 
wants to ascend the highest mountain peak 
and carve new face to wear from holy ice. 

Twelve priests from ancient cathedral of stone 
vote to crucify monster of my heart, 
so I fly far around the spinning Earth 
to swim in depths of Mount Mazama Lake 
where I find hidden in cavern of dreams 
new face to wear in Theater of Faith. 

During my long quest for new face to wear 
I travel deeper on the signless road 
in ever-shifting maze of global myths 
where gods people once worshipped call my name 
with hope that I will bring them back to life 
by wearing mask of their soul at the ball. 

Mapping highways to both Heaven and Hell, 
where I expect to find new face to wear, 
I navigate national relationships 
when kings and presidents play game of Go 
over whose God will be worshipped by all, 
to build my own church out of spider webs. 

After getting lost in labyrinth of lies, 
designed by grandson of the Minotaur, 
I will invent new face to wear with you, 
then change the name history will know me by 
to Orpheus Hamlet Tiresias 
when I play grunge folk songs on market streets. 

When I forget the way to get back home, 
I will lie down in the middle of town 
halfway between Nowhere and Nevermore 
so monster of my heart, who always asks 
for me to give her some new face to wear, 
can bury me and journey on alone. 

When I Was Young

When I Was Young
© Surazeus
2024 10 08

When I was young I thought mountains were gods 
asleep after making love to create 
wingless angels who sing among fruit trees 
with reverent awe for how the rain transforms 
mud to flowers that blossom from our brains, 
but now I know they are starships from Heaven. 

When I was young I snuck in theaters 
to watch celestial beings make snarky quips 
about the demon hiding in the Bible 
while chasing divine butterfly of love 
in mirror funhouse at amusement parks, 
but now I map the Cavern of Illusions. 

When I was young I walked the signless road 
across the waste land with Tiresias 
to find the tomb where corpse of Jesus rots 
so I can ask the skull of Hamlet why 
beautiful young women are always killed, 
but now I live with Sri Dewi, my wife. 

When I was young I visited the moon 
where she always sat by the waterfall 
to chat about the secret of rebirth 
till she was kidnapped by the castle king 
who burned her at the stake as a dream witch, 
but now I weep for her face in the pool. 

When I was young I rode the city bus 
to walk streets of Seattle in green rain 
on sacred quest to find the Holy Grail 
that shimmers in hands of the lonely girl 
who lives on the other side of the globe, 
but now I eat meals she prepares for me. 

When I was young I hitchhiked on the road 
across the land from sea to shining sea 
to play guitar of Mercury and sing 
long epic ballads no one listens to 
while office clerks chase leprechauns for gold, 
but now I weave Easter baskets and hum. 

When I was young I mapped world history 
from reign of Ishtar on the pyramid 
through ten thousand years of brutal warfare 
while riding horses to the Promised Land 
to colonize fertile lands for my God, 
but now I socialize on the Internet. 

When I was young I ate purple mushrooms 
that ravens brought me from the cave of ghosts 
who lead me through Museum of the Mind 
where I wandered lost in world maze of myths 
past idol of each soul who ever lives, 
but now I write love letters to the dead.