Failed Coup Of January Six © Surazeus 2021 01 06 When Senators and Representatives, whom we the people of America elect to design laws aiding our lives, assemble to count our electoral votes choosing the honest man as president, violent terrorists storm the Capitol. When we vote for Zeus as our President to drive greedy Midas from our White House, the vampire with gold mask to hide his hate incites his gang of domestic terrorists to storm the Capitol with howling rage in coup to overthrow our government. Attempting to install himself in power by calling thugs to stop the electoral count, King Midas tries through his pride to destroy strong democracy of America by storming the Capitol with blind rage, but we reject his tyranny of hate. Though King Midas grabs Goddess Liberty, attempting to imprison her with lust, his grip of greed transforms his rotting corpse into mute sterilized statue of gold when she strikes the tyrant with sword of justice that drives his thugs out of the Capitol. Domestic terrorists commit sedition through armed insurrection of greedy rage in the failed coup of January Six to install the soul-sucking vampire king who controls their nihilistic death cult, but Liberty leads us to victory. When King Midas leads gang of terrorists to storm the Capitol of America, Zeus Alastor, bold lion of the truth, defends our democracy against greed, and crowns Liberty our Goddess of Justice, so we unite to defend our right to vote. Now We the People of America gather strong on the one-eye pyramid and sing in unity of honest love to support our noble democracy, defending right of every soul to vote, then celebrate at feast hosted by Zeus. In the failed coup of January Six, when those terrorists storm the Capitol, the wingless angels of America unite to fight his tyranny of greed, because each soul is equal in the law, and guard truth with Goddess of Liberty.
Wednesday, January 6, 2021
Failed Coup Of January Six
Friday, January 1, 2021
Yearning Of The Angel
Yearning Of The Angel
© Surazeus
2021 01 01
The rancid river of my bleeding heart,
when brains are blasted by bullets of fear,
drowns children in the flood of psychic angst
at frantic rumbling of volcanic rage
when I search for love in the faceless maze
through yearning of the angel for the stars.
Trapped in material forms of clanking time,
when gears of atoms grind stark chemicals,
I writhe against egg shell of solitude
to break free from this clumsy corpse of flesh
cramped with frail skeleton of tangled meat
through yearning of the angel for the stars.
High on glass stadium stage of global fame
with broken wings of Lucifer gone mad,
I twang electric lightning on guitar
and howl my anguish to the cheering crowd
who dance on acid stoned ten million years
through yearning of the angel for the stars.
Ten thousand wingless angels of the Earth
dance wild with joy at music festivals
and spread wide wings of Icarus they bought
to soar beyond illusions of this world,
awake with buzzing mind of faceless god
through yearning of the angel for the stars.
Ten thousand refugees from money wars
live crowded in tent cities without names
outside barbwire boundaries of nation-states
where Lucifer leads them in the Waste Land
to cry for justice from the King of Lies
through yearning of the angel for the stars.
No one waits for messiah sleuth to come
in jeweled starship from bright Jupiter
to save last remnants of humanity
from tyranny of bankers in gold towers
and lead blind children to fake Wonderland
through yearning of the angel for the stars.
I drive to work in auto factory
to grasp tools of creative industry
with hands that wielded gold scepters of kings
where I maintain food-production machine
built on forgotten ruins of paradise
through yearning of the angel for the stars.
I buy and sell commodities of wealth
to reign as corporate king on throne of gold,
enslaving people with credit card debt
so I can sail my yacht to Xanadu
where sweet Rapunzel waits at my estate
through yearning of the angel for the stars.
When Wingless Angels
When Wingless Angels
© Surazeus
2021 01 01
Genetic replication of the soul
in shining shadow of the apple tree
motivates my actions with loving goal
through psychic passion of the future key
to help everyone exercise free will
when wingless angels gather on the hill.
Our planet spinning in the soulless void
generates our bodies from singing slime
so I program my soul in the android
to live beyond the crushing wheel of time
through dreamless vision of the divine brain
when wingless angels make love in the rain.
The stunning beauty of the star-eyed queen,
who rules on crystal pyramid of light,
enchants heart of the ghost in the machine
who makes films about the refugee plight,
so I give roses to the girl I love
when wingless angels fly horses above.
Holding hands after the apocalypse
destroys humanity with vampire virus,
we make love during the solar eclipse
to reincarnate our souls as baby Horus,
then stroll among the purple hyacinth
when wingless angels solve the labyrinth.
Though empires rise and fall in waves of greed,
and long-worshipped gods rot in ruined halls
where ghosts of believers wail among weeds,
I cleanse my soul in mountain waterfalls
to celebrate the birth of your new child
when wingless angels wander still exiled.
Ascending beyond roof of paradise
three steps to Heaven over blank abyss,
I calculate forgotten spirit price
to buy on loan this state of psychic bliss,
but stumble blind in jeweled cave of Hell
when wingless angels find runes in the well.
The Earth keeps spinning around Mother Sun
to spiral through vast void of nothingness
so I count all the contests I have won
in vain attempts to buy true happiness,
then I steal the poet laureate crown
when wingless angels praise the hooting clown.
Stumbling down dark confusing maze of nights
in sacred quest to find lost Wonderland,
I lead revolution for civil rights
for every person who lives in this land,
but in the end I still play chess with Death
when wingless angels name the cosmic wraith.
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