When I Put My Voice

When I Put My Voice
© Surazeus
2023 03 30

When I put my voice in the glowing box 
to beam my opinion deep in the sea 
I listen to conversation of rocks 
who discuss quintessence of liberty 
based on mother-daughter relationship 
that is not quite like our abandoned ship. 

When I put my voice in the empty home 
to redesign conceptual language key 
I hesitate to explain why I roam 
from passive-aggressive hostility 
against basic rules of good sportsmanship 
since I record my continental trip. 

When I put my voice in the hungry book 
to understand sweet language of the bee 
I fall in love with the productive cook, 
blessed with passion of soul fertility, 
who commissions my honest stewardship 
so we kiss by the lake, then take a dip. 

When I put my voice in the sullen lake 
to chat with mind serpent in the pear tree 
I analyze tales to discern the fake 
though I accept death with alacrity 
through fraudulent context of pastorship 
that conceals hatred with humorous quip. 

When I put my voice in the country tune 
to measure soul vibe of the river flow 
I play piano on the beach sand dune 
to channel dream code of the embryo 
because I boldly claim the authorship 
pertaining to my epic comic strip. 

When I put my voice in the doorless maze 
to offer my service to the moon crow 
I map road of faith in the purple haze 
when I sing from spontaneous overflow 
of feelings that evade state censorship 
so I steal dream nectar to take a sip. 

When I put my voice in the mountain cave 
to weep for Tammuz while I knead bread dough 
I find myself trapped in cathedral nave 
where Satan dares to play the piccolo 
as we feast and pray in close fellowship 
because the stone is worn by timeless drip. 

When I put my voice in the skull of god 
to record soul memories that help me grow 
I organize new global justice squad 
which I lead wearing mask of Scorpio 
to evade duty of messiahship 
though Jesus sees my faceless radar blip.