Bridge Over Troubled Waters © Surazeus 2022 02 08 Stumbling on the bridge over troubled waters, lost in the never-changing sunset glow through eerie blue mist of the twilight zone, I search for faces of my long-lost friends behind mirror masks of the nameless ghosts who walk forever toward where I am not. Clutching old guitar in my red right hand, which I stole from statue of the dead god, I search through shadows of wind-swirling trees for hungry monsters of the howling wind, but all I see in mirror of the pool is face of the stranger who is not me. Bellowing with buzz of passionate brame, that motivates my leap across abyss, I translate misery of my blinding grame with disheveled angst of silent-rain bliss in heart-aching melody of false faith from puzzling wisdom of messiah sleuth. Having drowned my soul in the Seven Seas to drink elixir brewed from frothing waves, I follow river flow to mountain caves where Lucifer forges gold castle keys, then sing in misty bog with the holy toad who teaches me how to map the world road. After stealing pears from the Golden Bough, that blossom with faces of chirping ghouls, I slalom around statues of dead gods in rat race for the American Dream, but fall on my face in meadow of skulls before the cow that jumps over the moon. Carving Draconian laws on Silmaril, that shimmers in frail hand of Earendil, I lead my people across the Waste Land on endless quest to find the Promised Land where we build empire on skulls of dead god who scams believers in the Justice Squad. Measuring mean position to the extreme through vibration of the mind pendulum, I swell with amplitude of dignity through shocking splendor of magnificence, by driving juggernaut of false beliefs to crush cathedrals of the vampire god. Assembling puzzle of my new world view from every weird religious myth on Earth, I laugh with delight at vision of truth that shimmers as all tale films ever dreamed which form memory banks of the global brain when God wakes conscious in the world wide web.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Tuesday, February 8, 2022
Bridge Over Troubled Waters
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