Eyes Of Ancient King

Eyes Of Ancient King
© Surazeus
2002 08 17

Wandering lost with a broken heart 
in Tennessee I come on an ancient man 
with long silver hair white as snow 
smoking a peace pipe under an apple tree. 
He tosses black guitar to my hands 
and bids I play ringing chords of light 
to channel souls of Apollo and Elvis 
that vibrate spirit of God on sun beams 
that radiate from eyes of ancient king. 

Leaping to my feet with black guitar 
I strum chords ringing lightning loud 
and sing magic spells in hymns of respect 
to honor spirit of Elvis who lives again. 
He shakes wild as bucking bronco swift 
his hips that blur on television screen 
that sends shock waves crashing walls 
of power that crumble before word blast 
that radiates from eyes of ancient king. 

Soaring helicopter arching over Graceland 
I glide in heaven gazing down on Earth 
where shadow of his face glows bright 
from meadows where Angels shake their hips. 
Ride swift writhing dragon of endless time 
that carries you undulating over America 
fierce cobra striking hard at fear of death 
so stand tall and take a sweet deep breath 
that radiates from eyes of ancient king. 

Colossal Elvis strides over vast Tennessee 
smashing steel-glass towers of money power 
and scatters dollars over suburban homes 
where housewives praise his wondrous name. 
Elves wrestles King Kong over Alaska hills 
giants battling with lightning over truth 
while Zeus sits laughing on power throne 
bored at death so he throws another bone 
that radiates from eyes of ancient king. 

Baby bear Elvis climbs tall pine tree 
obeying command of his mother to stay 
till she returns but she never returns 
so he tries to climb down to forest hills. 
Elephant blocks his way with trumpet snake 
Colonel who displays him like circus freak 
sucking dollars to play him like a fool 
enchanting hearts of girls loving his vibe 
that radiates from eyes of ancient king. 

Defy death O crazy shaman of rock and roll 
shaking bored teenagers out of lethargy 
taking them for a roller-coaster ride 
over rocky relationships of secret desire. 
Lead us from black and white television homes 
into rainbow forests of dancing children 
who howl at blind generals in glass castles 
and teach us how to live in stolen paradise 
that radiates from eyes of ancient king. 

Ten thousand Angels gather in glass pyramid 
cheering when bride of our fallen king 
appears in white gown with silver crown 
singing rise from death O Children of Stars. 
Look deep in your hearts O lost souls of Amar 
and you will find Spirit of Elvis within you 
so open wide your heart with faith and trust 
allowing his eternal spirit to flow on wings 
that radiate from eyes of ancient king.