Failed Coup Of January Six

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. 

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.