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.