Golden Star Of Faith © Surazeus 2023 03 20 With sacred sorrow of the wretched wood sad refugees from war still seek the good elusive as frail butterfly of love that long evades divine gaze from above when whistling bombs of arrogant desire fail to shatter crystal church of the choir. Too many centuries on this spinning Earth aggressive people calculate the worth of human bodies energized with hope that wisdom of the church may help them cope with savage beauty beaming bright the soul though no one ever chooses fateful role. Across wild sea of desperate hope to gain expansive state of liberty in vain we sail to find the fertile Promised Land where humble farmers tend crops with the hand that reaches for the golden star of faith which nurtures dream world of the psychic wraith. To bear the pomegranate in my heart with blooming irony of the star chart I must extract the ruby of soul power which lights my journey to find the dark tower where the blind princess sings with lonely birds enough to teach me her magical words. While England weeps beneath the old oak tree her daughter teaches art of Liberty as beacon of democracy through law sustained by holy book of Onatah so we oppose oppression of the church that tries to hide what must be found through search. Still dreaming of my homeland Avalon, that bloomed from pyramids of Babylon, I wander lost from sea to shining sea on restless quest to find the vatic key through which I prophesy in riddle code new global empire of the singing toad. Since sacred temple of the star-eyed Muse is crowded now with bloggers hawking news I should drive scammers from cash-sullied hall who cannot read the writing on the wall, but I act without acting to adjust force I channel through my soul from its true source. All kings are symbols of divine state power controlled by men who trample on the flower of freedom to pursue ambitious plot by stealing glamor of the royal yacht when they maneuver to claim sacred land because vast empires must ever expand.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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