Freedom Of Your Wing

Freedom Of Your Wing
© Surazeus
2023 07 31

If I walk backward through the deathless door 
I might remember what I came here for, 
or I might paint grand mural on the wall 
depicting concept of the mental fall 
when people search for God in empty skies 
till everyone becomes adventurous spies. 

We tell each other stories we invent 
about strange situations we resent 
when we join competition by the lake 
to prove our most treasured beliefs are fake, 
so we sit at round table in the woods 
to eat pies and talk about sad childhoods. 

Alone together in the doorless home, 
annoyed at clever pranks of the blind gnome, 
we sketch ideas for the corporate clown 
who secretly controls our entire town 
while harassing people whose skin is brown 
till he escapes and continues to roam. 

Because I am illusion in your mind, 
created by these spells my faith designed, 
you must disperse my city-haunting ghost 
to please hungry heart of your bitter host 
who always brings you fresh water to drink 
though you insist on privacy to think. 

Our children sitting by abandoned schools 
ask us how humans invented weird tools 
that we employ to conquer soul of Nature 
based on bold laws passed by the legislature 
before the second coming of the king 
who wants to tax the freedom of your wing. 

The finch that waits on stop sign in moonlight 
explains why nothing can be always right 
as if we choose to steal the arcane book 
containing riddles by child of the cook 
who takes your photo on the busy square 
because you keep shouting nothing is fair. 

If I could teleport through sheets of rain 
to find Zarathi where sad dragons reign 
then I would sail the winding mountain stream 
while singing life is nothing but a dream 
unless you choose to join our justice team 
in social drama conjured by my brain. 

Yet I accept abrupt end of my life 
inside Heaven where I dwell with my wife 
who urges me to overcome my weakness 
as I dance on the lone shore strewn with bleakness 
to find pearl-seed from which our new world blooms 
when our social revolution resumes. 

Truth The River Tells Me

Truth The River Tells Me
© Surazeus
2023 07 31

The strange truth the river tells me today 
pertains to how moon ravens fly away 
each time I open diamond heart to see 
eternal wisdom of the singing sea, 
so I become the world inside my eye 
reflected through ideas in the sky. 

United by two magic rings of love, 
that we extract from beams of stars above, 
we battle demon of obsessive lust 
with psychic bond of our shared mutual trust, 
defeating toxic masculinity 
that clutches death with rage of tyranny. 

I sacrifice my life to save her soul 
by weaving atoms from the cosmic whole 
composing wings of honest attitude 
on which I soar beyond grim solitude 
to organize chaos through social rites 
that guarantee justice of equal rights. 

Though Demon of Destruction grips my heart 
to puppeteer my soul with the star chart 
that maps road of my quest to find the grail 
I breathe pneumatic concept to avail 
psychotic code of weird dynamic faith 
I program so my brain controls the wraith. 

With eager heart of love I claim star boon 
from Sea that bares her bosom to the moon 
so I can channel with my song dream powers 
to resurrect my hope with wine of flowers 
when I rise with Proteus from the sea 
to walk with my sweet love on pleasant lea. 

As son of Triton, who blows wreathed horn 
to wake from misery, where they laugh forlorn, 
obsessive humans lost in cyberspace, 
I measure beams of light that leave no trace 
since rainbows shatter our national pride 
till we are rescued by the Humble Guide. 

Possessed by demon of my lust to live, 
I reverse progression of take to give, 
then ask my love to stab me in the mind 
which kills illusion of me she designed 
so she can love the real me I am now 
when we marry under the Golden Bough. 

The sweet truth the river tells me in code 
reveals how I can name the signless road 
we follow to choose our own destiny 
our hearts invent through shared epiphany 
when we hold hands and vow eternal love 
till our bodies rot under stars above. 

Weird Fiction Of My Life

Weird Fiction Of My Life
© Surazeus
2023 07 30

While living in weird fiction of my life 
I realize with sly grin of irony 
I am the universe of mindless light 
looking at itself from organic brains, 
so I kneel before fierce girl whom I love 
and ask her to marry me with the Ring. 

Beamed upward into Heaven from my corpse, 
I walk gold streets of arrogant disdain 
with angel wings I stole from Icarus 
after I found him washed up on the shore, 
so I wander into Olympus hall 
to feast on apples while Apollo sings. 

Deformed by passion of physical hope 
to generate new life before I die, 
I play folk songs outside the pearly gates, 
knocking at the locked door of paradise 
each time I wake up from another life 
because I want to incarnate again. 

I dive into swirling Time Well of light 
and fall ten thousand miles through inner space 
to crash into this body stuck on Earth 
when I wake every morning from weird dreams 
where I move to the city from the farm 
because the river keeps telling me truths. 

After reliving life of each ancestor 
who generated my body from genes, 
where I experience struggle to survive 
as I evolve from fish to wingless angel, 
I record history of humanity 
that mocks our blind faith in the Afterlife. 

Flat on my back on fractured Raft of Hope, 
I float with helpless acceptance of death 
along relentless tides of random fate 
till I find myself washed up on the shore 
of Avalon Isle, hidden in gray mist, 
where I follow flock of crows to Stonehenge. 

Dressed in black cloak I sewed from demon wings, 
I play role of the wily Raven King 
whose eerie song enchants your mortal minds 
with beautiful visions of paradise 
to lure you from pathetic lives of faith 
because your dance energizes my soul. 

No other meaning for this too-brief life 
have I found on my quest for sacred truth 
except to play clever jester of freedom  
to mock bullies who proclaim themselves kings 
while I teach my children how to live well 
by doing what they will, if they harm none. 

New Global Atlantis

New Global Atlantis
© Surazeus
2023 07 30

Overwhelmed by waves of indifferent Nature, 
Atlantis, the greatest city in history 
of Earth, that once shone with rational minds 
somewhere in verdant lands of fertile hope 
where wordless winds now blow across sand dunes, 
was erased by relentless change of time. 

Sailing boat of his mind on waves of thought, 
Prometheus searches Sea of Information 
for cosmic concept of Unified Theory 
that organizes states of particles 
in strict coherent patterns which control 
chaotic swerving of atomic sparks. 

Now from vast surging Sea of Information 
New Atlantis rises on firm foundation 
of grand world view we build from formulas 
describing physical cause and effect 
light particles employ to form our minds 
from radiant pulse of psychic energy. 

With diamond of atomic energy 
glowing in generous gesture of his hand, 
which he stole from shape-changing Proteus, 
Prometheus offers gift of cosmic flame 
to gray-eyed Minerva who wields star hammer 
to forge machines from metals of the Earth. 

Jealous that Minerva accepts rare gift 
Prometheus offers as token of his love, 
Jupiter leads angel gang with oak wands 
to attack him in Cavern of Illusions, 
then chains him to harsh icy mountain peak 
as punishment for wooing his sweet daughter. 

Pushing open huge dictionary door, 
Prometheus climbs broad ever-winding stair 
in endlessly upward-mounting labyrinth 
while he rebuilds global Tower of Babel 
with ideograms of ancient languages 
that compose world-sprawling Temple of Truth. 

Hunched over writing desk, heaped with old scrolls, 
in huge hushed Museum of Alexandria, 
Prometheus erects grand monument 
that rises out of global compost heap 
of universal electronic culture 
where three-horned demons roam in cyberspace. 

Presiding over new global Atlantis 
that glows in network of electric cables 
forming internet of the world wide web, 
Prometheus organizes cyberspace 
with Magic Ring of Universal Truth, 
uniting billions of minds in God Mind. 

Destroyer Of Worlds

Destroyer Of Worlds
© Surazeus
2023 07 30

The wild homeless man with long tangled hair 
plays piano on Dream Library porch 
when King Lear tries to woo Ophelia 
but she runs off with Orpheus instead 
on vacation to the Grand Canyon park 
where she throws rose petals in the abyss. 

While swimming off the coast of Aquitaine 
Clementine gasps when Ska-Ana attacks 
the royal yacht Britannia in moonlight, 
so full fathom five with pearls for his eyes 
King Charles floats beside the Phoenician sailor 
till the Little Mermaid drags them to shore. 

Hiding in the Kremlin Tower of skulls, 
where Rapunzel prophesies the End Times, 
Tsar Vlad cries out for blood of Skythian maids 
to satisfy his thirst for gasoline 
till Zorya stands before his Merkabah 
to slot sunflowers in barrels of tanks. 

The star-eyed man in Cavern of Illusions 
kneels before Shiva, Destroyer of Worlds, 
who gives him disk of quick atomic light, 
so Rudra weaves sparks in Uranium 
that Oppenheimer packs in nuclear bomb 
which Jupiter grips in his red right hand. 

When Amaterasu opens cavern door 
to invite Mary Magdalene for tea 
Jupiter hurls nuclear bomb at Japan 
that flashes into whirling Mirror Eye 
which opens at first flash of the big bang 
to resurrect Jesus with apple kiss. 

Ascending high on wings of Icarus, 
Jesus floats in glowing cloud of gold light 
that explodes from nuclear bomb of his heart 
while three-eyed raven Cronus with mushrooms 
leads Barbie to the well of Melusine 
where she asks to play chess with Clementine. 

King Lear rescues Ophelia from the river 
but she gives his crown to blind Jupiter 
who waits at the Kyiv train station for Zorya 
till Icarus and Shiva break the door 
where Oppenheimer attempts to kiss Barbie 
though she just wants to run for president. 

Alone in Theater of the Absurd, 
I watch the paper dolls of characters 
blown away by relentless wind of time 
to erase all our dramas from the Earth, 
yet Orpheus walks the waste land to Eden, 
texting with Ophelia on his eye phone. 

Because I Know Nothing

Because I Know Nothing
© Surazeus
2023 07 29

Because I know nothing, Socrates smirks, 
I am incarnation of god on Earth 
since I will return to dust in the wind 
because my body emerged from the sea, 
for I would rather rule my mind with love 
that rule nations of men with fist of knowledge. 

With cheerful wisdom of my joyful heart 
I savor passionate being of my soul 
as I conform to common human pattern 
with fluid performance of self-control 
that channels energy of lust to breed 
through constructive rites of honest respect. 

When spirit of wisdom on lightning wings 
leaps from darkness of contemptuous crowds 
I wake in cave of illusions to keep 
the jealous keys that Truth forged from despair 
which unlock her eternal doors for souls 
who seek the stolen treasure of our hearts. 

To burst circumference of the reading mind 
through recurrence of harmonious thought 
I record perception of active minds 
through observation of regular modes 
expressing music of essential love 
with metric dancing of elegant faith. 

Though I long fear to contemplate my death 
when time erases my bright consciousness 
from vibrant swirling of our global play, 
I shall relax and live each day with joy 
for Mother Nature, who created me, 
will teach me how to die with charming smile. 

Though hordes of men with passionate beliefs 
battle in cyberspace to define truth, 
I lounge in candle-lit tower of faith 
with Rapunzel, my love who combs her hair, 
to contemplate weird mystery of our being, 
and write fairy tales about haughty kings. 

Because I wear gold mask of modesty 
to prove my humble attitude of faith 
I simulate concern for loyalty 
while painting virtual world of pretty dreams, 
fractured with mirror that reflects God Face 
my eyes project at vast indifferent sky. 

Every perspective on reality 
that men can focus their attentive minds 
extends how I view world of changing forms 
as fluid energies bound with ideas 
when strict patterns constrain chaotic matter, 
Socrates grins, then drinks wine from the grail. 

My Shadow Selves

My Shadow Selves
© Surazeus
2023 07 29

Ensoulment of the child with demon wings 
reveals brief glory of the broken wall. 
Trucks full of things people make with their hands 
blur swift through snow on highways of desire. 
The farmer in the dell breathes orchid lust 
to feel strange rhythm of electric time. 

Through time relation to my shadow selves 
that are never born I become more real. 
Dim flicker glows from candle in the wind 
who dances in silk gown in moonlit rain. 
With fierce intensity of angry hope 
we rave to music in the stadium. 

With hungry passion for beauty of life 
we pluck guitar strings to validate death. 
With song of wisdom I howl at blank sky 
I try to elongate moment of hope. 
Through mild surprise at chemical respect 
I choose the brand that should define my soul. 

The goose struts by the lily pond at dawn 
to question slow machine of mental death. 
Though people gather at my empty grave 
the owl decides the reason we will die. 
Awake in scarlet quartz of timeless love, 
the lonely angel never reads the book. 

Before I die inside unopened door 
I must describe strange color of the why. 
Through regulated sphere of yellow how 
I worship things that represent my thoughts. 
Unstartled absence haunts my fractured skull 
that might be possible except for faith. 

With each occurrence of the falling rain 
we give each other keys to broken doors. 
The humming frog on toadstool of false time 
defines stone path I follow beyond home. 
Dry leaves insist on showing me the face 
that watches me forever from the moon. 

So I sustain vibrato of my voice 
to shock awareness of the mocking bird. 
Light stretches stark on desert plain of shrub 
with fragile vesicle of wordless hope. 
I should extend my hand to touch the wind 
that refuses to teach me how to fly. 

Inconstant shadow of fake consequence 
discards experience my ancestors hide. 
Conjunction of my shadow selves defines 
conceptual meaning of nothing I say. 
Thus I revoke state license to love well 
at rescheduled ensoulment of the child. 

Almost Hear Earth Speak

Almost Hear Earth Speak
© Surazeus
2023 07 29

When I walk in sun of the silent Earth 
Diogenes in barrel of grim pride 
asks me if I can hear her anguished cry, 
so I watch fish swim in the burbling stream 
to think about mortality of life 
as my grave is shaped like teardrop of hope. 

The old man with the tangled wizard beard 
who sneaks oatmeal cookie he should not eat 
asks me if I can hear the mute Earth sing, 
so I pretend I can with careful grin 
because the Earth keeps screaming at my mask 
about exhaust from factories and cars. 

Long after I am dead ten thousand years 
young children running in field where I live 
will see my face in glowing clouds of time 
disguised as marble figurine who smiles 
beyond cleft in logical space of truth 
till we deign to hear the Earth tell us why. 

So I climb ladder to the empty room 
because the key of knowledge I designed 
that opens door to temple of sad ghosts 
is lost in river of the tongueless seer 
who searches for vanished ocean of love 
where wingless angels drown in womb of time. 

Still writing rough draft of his false memoirs 
Diogenes explains cause and effect 
that flows from actions of our grasping hands 
since we ignore windy voice of the Earth 
describe her agony of hostile hope 
through infinite progression of regrowth. 

With concentrated beam of morning light, 
that aims atomic thoughts at frozen lakes 
still glowing with electric purple sheen, 
young lovers meet by walls of paradise 
who offer apples to clock in the oak 
that speaks for the Earth with courageous voice. 

When I stand blind outside door of my home 
long after I cease my quest for the grail 
I almost hear Earth speak about her pain 
which she expresses through the hurricane 
when angels dance from hollow heart of love 
to sing sweet hymns on holy night of birth. 

So when I leave this wild immigrant land 
to return to my homeland torn by war 
I will carve my true name on altar stone 
to honor Jupiter Diogenes, 
the wisest fool who ever lived on Earth 
because only he ever heard her sing. 

Courage Of Immigrants

Courage Of Immigrants
© Surazeus
2023 07 29

Soft voice of old sand in hot desert wind 
explains how far I still have to migrate 
to find green pastures of the Promised Land 
where I must pretend I am glory bound, 
then circle wagons on the river shore 
and pray to clouds that we suffer no more. 

Harsh gears of truck engine grind with desire 
when I shift passion of ambitious hope 
and execute delivery of fresh meat 
to hungry families on sun-sepia farms 
because through wheel of fortune I control 
bold apricity of this migrant life. 

Enduring wild indifferent storms of fate 
that Poseidon hurls at fragile wood ships, 
we sail for Land of Liberty to live 
free from exploitation of tyrants and kings 
who conspire against us in castle towers, 
till our grandsons become tyrants and kings. 

Forever traveling west ten thousand miles 
over ten thousand years of wagon wheels 
turning through revolutions of desire, 
we follow Helius shining in blue sky 
to find the Promised Land of ancient myths 
yet invade lush meadows where natives dwell. 

What great lies of manifest destiny 
our fathers told us by the crackling hearth 
to justify invasion of new lands 
because we escape tyranny of greed 
to play oppressors in the Promised Land 
on which we build empire of bloody flags. 

Across gold dusty hills of Idaho 
I drive large metal truck of grinding gears, 
powered by engine that Barsanti designed, 
loaded full with slabs of delicious beef 
which bankers and farmers feast on with pride 
that we rule the world through democracy. 

Soldiers stand at attention in straight lines 
at the training camp under silver skies, 
English, Irish, German, French, African, 
and Indian warriors, equal in one squad 
of loyalty to our Land of Liberty 
where every human should always live free. 

Enslavers, fascists, and nationalist goons 
have fallen before courage of our strength, 
immigrants from lands of tyrants and kings 
who fight together with united heart 
to maintain justice and liberty for all 
till every human on this Earth lives free. 

Free Will Through Liberty

Free Will Through Liberty
© Surazeus
2023 07 29

Alone together in shared solitude, 
we dwell in calm heaven our words create. 
Each doing our own thing in quietude, 
we pave productive road of common fate 
to nurture children our minds generate 
who embody our passions love renewed. 

Forever wandering on long signless road, 
I stumble clueless into paradise 
to find that life with her is my true goal, 
unconsciously guided by love as light 
around social obstacles of blind time 
in maze of myths to treasure her hands hold. 

Immortal genes from molecules designed, 
that beam as lightning strikes from dreamless stars, 
pierce both our hearts with love that cosmic mind 
radiates to weave our bodies in one soul 
who wakes from dream with light of the white whole 
we map with stories on weird psychic chart. 

Sweet ache of nostalgia glows in my brain, 
composed of memories my ancestors lived 
which conjure conscious sense of self I gain 
as I mature to god through rules received 
from lessons of wisdom my soul conceived 
based on anguished nights of indifferent rain. 

Though born as mortals in material form, 
based on conceptual ideas of hope, 
we strive to transcend standard social norm 
when pain of suffering teaches us to cope 
with mindless indifference of global scope 
as Nature coddles or kills us with storm. 

Beyond all walls of paradise I roam 
when Nature smashes Heaven fathers built 
since my ancestors sought to build new home 
on shattered stones of long-unspoken guilt 
for morals of religions sly as silt 
shift slow at crumbling of our world-view dome. 

Religious values of grand nation-states, 
our fathers built to guard our souls from harm, 
dissolve when greedy men challenge blind fates, 
which shatters patriotic pride with charm, 
so hungry families return to the farm 
to build new paradise with pearly gates. 

Through turmoil of global society 
we fight to build system on equal rights 
against exploitation of monarchy 
by controlling chaos with voting rites, 
then feast and sing and festival of lights 
to sustain our free will through Liberty. 

God Eye Pool

God Eye Pool
© Surazeus
2023 07 28

Because of how flow of chaos figure eight 
defines expressive bloom of my true face 
I now can navigate road of my fate 
so I win award of my psychic race 
to transcend fear of death that cripples me 
with mental wings on which I will fly free. 

Yet always off high wall of solitude 
I fall nine days and nights to hollow Hell 
when I enforce will through my attitude 
to dig till I release energy well 
that fuels my journey to the Promised Land 
where I build Heaven with my bleeding hand. 

On lotus bloom in realm of singing stars 
I conjure swirls of energy through light 
to gather fragments of atomic bars 
composing coils of souls in nameless sprite 
so I incarnate divine seed of truth 
through cauldron egg as world messiah sleuth. 

Deep down in mirror world of God Eye Pool 
I draw reverse concept of deathless mind 
to weave immortal soul of genes with tool 
of spinning gears that molds mask love designed 
though pulsing beams of energy vibrate 
through vital channel my words conjugate. 

Through complex gestures of projective force 
my fingers spool intact galactic wraith 
with fractal spirals mapping astral course 
to aggregate new souls with dreamless faith 
in children born from lust to savor life 
programmed to solve challenge of the death strife. 

From timeless void of God Eye Pool we flow 
as flashing fountain from the big bang burst 
to flare forth singing from first flash we know 
as humming radiance into worlds dispersed 
till we wake awed on star-eyed lake of Dreams 
inspired to construct language of love seems. 

So we hold hands in grove of apple trees 
in luminescent vales of loyal grace 
to generate new children by degrees 
evolving now beyond the human race 
as wingless angels in grand social choir 
who channel hope through artistic desire. 

Through children we create from soul of genes 
we gain eternal life beyond our death 
when we assemble chemical machines 
preserving deathless mother of one breath 
who beams from first flash of the golden rule 
to animate our minds in God Eye Pool. 

Control Chaos Of Desire

Control Chaos Of Desire
© Surazeus
2023 07 27

At this brief hour of eyes enhanced with light 
I see vast swirl of bright eternity 
in subtle motion stars assert to shine 
immense compassion of indifferent love 
because my body pulses with desire 
inherent deep in atoms of my brain. 

Yet final form of change we all endure 
as quick organic patterns of desire 
is death that breaks our bodies into sparks 
that still remember first flash of all life 
which spirals wide from conscious eye of hope 
awake at center of our universe. 

As emanation of immortal light 
that dreams each conscious mind who ever lives 
on every planet in the universe, 
I feel each atom pulsing in my brain 
as flash of memory from dazed dawn of time 
when I become aware I am alive. 

Alive on windy beach of shocking light, 
halfway between loud roaring ocean waves 
and gentle mountains calm with blooming trees, 
I walk along weird sparkling river flow 
to find cave of illusions in my heart 
where I first give myself this name I wear. 

Six million years I walk lush river shores 
one thousand times around the spinning Earth 
while eating fruit I pluck from humming trees 
that fuels my fierce ambition to acquire 
true knowledge about the nature of things 
which I measure with every word I speak. 

Alone in library with ten thousand books 
written by bold hands of people long dead, 
I feel conscious awareness of their brains, 
though long vanished in indifferent wind, 
glow bright again in visions of my brain 
so all their wisdom programs how I know. 

Mute ghost of every writer who once lived 
haunts me as I gaze out window of time 
and watch epic of human history play 
tragic comedies of men who play God 
hoping to control chaos of desire 
as they go mad that death will claim us all. 

Beneath my feet as I traverse the world 
I feel the solid ground of timeless truth 
from whole foundation of facts I can trust 
for they are always real with measured proof 
whether or not I may choose to believe, 
so I record my dreams before I die. 

Voice Of Cassandra

Voice Of Cassandra
© Surazeus
2023 07 27

When lightning of my weird love cracks the sky 
and hurls my soul across ten thousand worlds 
I walk bleak waste land of the broken mind 
to fight sad demon of my hungry heart 
in war against vicar of god on Earth 
who tries to enslave our bodies with faith. 

With voice of Cassandra no one can hear 
that radiates from spinning core of the Earth 
I sing ethereal beauty of despair 
through coded prophecy of naked power 
against the vampire priest on throne of gold 
who sucks blood from lost children of the world. 

Because I leave no footsteps in red sand 
in struggle to transcend bleak Nothing Land 
my heart screams at blind mother of despair 
who beats my mind with fist of hungry fear 
till demon wings wrench from my twisted spine 
so I sing with voice of angels through love. 

Ten million people thirsty for my blood, 
who love the vampire priest they venerate, 
howl loud with rage when I climb pyramid 
and smash stone idol of his global power 
that shatters reputation of his mask 
in gleaming mirror shards that reflect pain. 

Alone in bitter waste land of the mind, 
last wingless angel on the desolate Earth, 
I plaster sorrow of the voiceless dead 
as mask of beauty that hides my soul void 
when I stand silent on stage of false dreams 
and sing with beautiful voice of despair. 

With voice of Cassandra no one believes 
I proclaim foul sins of the vampire priest 
who wears white robe in temple of sweet faith 
to protest his oppression of our souls 
so children lost in foggy maze of myths 
unite to break the chains of fear he forged. 

On trembling legs of aching lust to live 
I walk forever toward gold setting sun 
that watches me with bright indifferent eye 
because I struggle against bounds of death 
with urgent passion to transcend my rage 
so I can sing sweet spell of timeless love. 

Though I fall weeping on the purple sand 
at memory of life in paradise lost 
when we ate fruit and danced in sparkling rain 
I rise and walk the waste land of the world 
with voice of Cassandra guiding my way 
to find you by our lake of honest love. 

Men Must Accept Their Death

Men Must Accept Their Death
© Surazeus
2023 07 26

Desire to overcome nothing of death 
drives me to find and marry fertile mate 
so we can generate children from love 
who incarnate immortal soul of genes 
through which divine God dreaming in our brains 
transcends eternity with conscious life. 

Moral obligation to procreate, 
taught me by elders of society, 
motivates my decision to employ 
constructive actions building haven walls 
where I tend crops and fruit trees every day 
to sustain lives of children I conserve. 

Attentive to needs of my loving mate 
through focused analysis of research 
when I perceive changing nature of things, 
I perform rituals that constrain swift flow 
of psychic energy with noble deeds 
through which I create rather than destroy. 

Asserting pure authority of insight 
based on observation of how things grow, 
I proclaim proverbs of physical rules 
that describe process of cause and effect 
when teaching children how they should behave 
to maintain harmony of peaceful growth. 

Ten thousand years of leaders over tribes 
enforce conceptual idea of God 
whose divine wisdom of conscious insight 
enthuses mortal men with cosmic wraith 
through apotheosis of psychic growth 
so fathers reign as wise kings till they die. 

When cruel men filled with bitterness of hate 
attempt to enforce fierce authority 
of unearned power over other men 
through social tyranny of blinding greed 
they destroy themselves with demonic rage 
after killing people who choose free will. 

Good leaders who protect people from harm, 
and organize workers in companies 
to encourage production through free will, 
win over tyrants who exploit good men, 
so mortal men who play wise loving god 
establish monarchies to enforce peace. 

Achilles destroys while Odysseus rules, 
and Lear goes mad demanding loyal love 
while Jesus resurrects from sacrifice 
because he gives love without wanting back, 
so I ask laughing skull of Hamlet why 
men must accept their death to find true love. 

Mask Morpheus Wears

Mask Morpheus Wears
© Surazeus
2023 07 25

I am so deep now in vast maze of myths 
that I see myself in every dead god, 
and I see them in every living soul, 
yet no one can see mirror of my face 
in mask of every story character 
I wear as prism that reflects God Mind. 

I flit through shifting shadows of mute ghosts 
beyond ambiguous denouement of truth 
so lithe with vague climax still unresolved 
that no one sees whom I present today 
becoming mask Morpheus wears to play 
conceptual artist of the broken world. 

As soon as you perceive my ancient soul 
I transform into someone else you know 
so with each breath of weird atomic light 
I grow beyond all stereotypes books code 
because I wander in vast maze of myths 
where spiders weave new global paradigm. 

I cradle brave Cordelia in my arms 
whose blue eyes stare beyond infinity 
with shocking revelation of the truth 
that every conscious being who feels and loves 
will break into constituent elements 
that validates our crime of living well. 

Through fierce intent to ever evade death 
I breathe in glowing light of energy 
that fuels aggressive passion to create 
more idols that embody social tropes 
to play weird characters of human hopes 
who rage against injustice of blind fate. 

I need no living human to love me 
for boundless hollow of my fertile heart 
forever flows with bountiful excess 
of sly adoring love for every soul 
who lives and dies in spinning of our world 
because I channel atoms of the sun. 

Sun Spider goddess with ten zillion eyes 
expresses vibrant energy of love 
that beams atomic threads of divine faith 
to weave my body from immortal genes 
so God wakes up in bright dream of my mind 
enclosing all truth in vast maze of myths. 

I wander so lost in vast maze of myths 
that no one sees where I am going next 
for I disappear in quick slant of light, 
yet every hero my soul incarnates 
stands changeless in ideal form of each idol 
who haunts every story that humans share. 

Embody Spirit Of Love

Embody Spirit Of Love
© Surazeus
2023 07 25

Though I wailed with fierce eagerness of hope 
after inspiring air of paradise 
when I fell from warm womb of Mother Earth, 
I stumble when I dance on stage of fools 
till I laugh with shocking epiphany 
that I need no love to love the whole world. 

I waste my breath when I howl with hot rage 
against cruel faceless God in empty sky 
who decided with random lash of fate 
to destroy everything my hands have built 
and kill the innocent people I love 
for only greedy humans choose to harm. 

I care not whether children of my seed 
love me with strong devotion of their hearts 
for I created them with love for life, 
so I expect them to expand their scope 
beyond protective walls of home I built 
while I wander on heath of howling wind. 

I build foundation of aggressive faith 
from stones of wisdom I carve from mute death 
with bleeding hands of constructive desire 
so they can build grand cathedral of truth 
where they will manage empire of crop fields 
to feed wise children who spring from our dreams. 

My fathers journey along mountain range 
that forms foundation of our spinning world 
from Egypt to China and back to Scythia, 
each father teaching his son how to hunt, 
exploring this world he describes with words, 
then falls dead as his child continues on. 

Child of my heart, I form from dreams of hope, 
explore beyond walls of my paradise 
and leave me behind in tomb of my deeds 
while you build new cities in distant lands 
till colonies of children we create 
thrive in every fertile valley of Earth. 

Since Adam left apple garden of Eden, 
since Job rebuilt the paradise he lost, 
since David founded nation of the bold, 
since Jesus wrestled with despair and lost, 
since Lear wept at senseless death of Cordelia, 
I guard my children in Heaven I build. 

No God in Heaven orchestrates our fate, 
for only good men we elect to rule 
can executive programs of social laws 
that enforce equal justice for all humans, 
and overthrows tyrants who exploit workers, 
for wise leaders embody spirit of love. 

Evolution Fish To God

Evolution Fish To God
© Surazeus
2023 07 24

Swift always laughter of sad underseen 
confounds redundant attitude machine 
with optic ambulance regretful fate 
exchanging sordid records without hate 
because we must compete to checkmate death 
through shocking ambience of each life breath. 

Slow never weeping forth from shadow cave 
explains continuous stutter from each wave 
with caustic chronicles for eager tune 
impressed with mood rethreading every moon 
from cliff edge where timeless voices unearth 
adventurous passion for obvious rebirth. 

Stark sometimes sadness of obscene respect 
reveals exultant anguish stuck concept 
with skeptic urge analysis requires 
translating horror howls for saintly choirs 
to chant more solemn hymns of travesty 
which harsh explodes beyond fake honesty. 

Shocked seldom horror of concerned insight 
proves virtual absolute in wingless flight 
no typical play that interrupts game 
close-binding hearts in total vortex name 
by simple doubt entangling dreamless words 
not basic enough for arrogant birds. 

Strong often delight of pleasant dismay 
veils gleeful flow of blind vexatious play 
with hectic boredom cracking cliffs of rage 
because one millions years for each dream stage 
sustains my evolution fish to god 
through dialectic questions about fraud. 

Stuck ever ecstasy of soul reborn 
weaves changeless matrix now windless forlorn 
across vast undulating steppes of faith 
unblind in fog on bridge with cosmic wraith 
who teaches me how words invent weird truth 
in my training to play messiah sleuth. 

Strewn endless agony of mindless hope 
bends arc of justice long enough to cope 
with social prison trapping me with laws 
to measure consequence of that first cause 
which generates our universe from thought 
displayed in Museum of Camelot. 

Straight spiral happiness of human hearts 
connects shy strangers without astral charts 
if special mask my idol self still wears 
while he performs fame role in world affairs 
since I dwell in haven of nameless ghosts 
safe from eyes of angels between both coasts. 

Hear Blind Mermaids Sing

Hear Blind Mermaids Sing
© Surazeus
2023 07 23

When Thalia wanders by the silver sea 
with aching heart to hear blind mermaids sing 
she finds large ship wrecked on sardonic rocks 
so she bears half-drowned children in her arms 
and lays them dreaming in meadow of flowers 
where they construct a kibbutz to grow wheat. 

Long hair entangled with grape vines and gems 
blue-eyed Nereus, old man of the sea, 
sits on brick ziggurat on windy beach 
and roasts sea serpents on hot crackling flames 
to feed five thousand refugees from war 
who seek asylum from state tyranny. 

Guiding airplanes over Elysian Fields, 
Triton drops bombs on Olympus hall 
to kill the tyrant who wields thunderbolts, 
then drives jeep back home to Jerusalem 
where Poseidon sells fish to army wives 
and Gaia sews dresses for them to wear. 

Peering through the periscope to find ships, 
Oceanus captains slender submarine 
that glides swift as Cetus in sunless deep, 
then shoots torpedoes at wave-leaping Argo 
as Perseus swoops low in roaring airplane 
and fires sleek missile to kill the sea monster. 

While tending sheep under the old oak tree, 
Thalia wears comic mask of smiling joy 
to hide her heart that aches with bleak despair, 
and sings enchanting melodies of hope 
about sweet comedy of awkward love 
so watching children laugh worries away. 

Seeking fun entertainment after work, 
Perseus visits the Pegasus Cafe, 
where sea-nourished Amphitrite bakes bread 
for Jason and the Argonauts to eat 
before they hunt for fascists in the hills, 
to dance with Lamia while Phoebus plays jazz. 

Half drunk from wine that Dionysus sells, 
Proteus wanders Jerusalem maze 
where no idols stand in red moonlight glow 
to search for Lamia, his beloved wife, 
but staggers on soft sand of the sea shore 
where Nereids dance around the ziggurat. 

Leaping up steps of the high ziggurat, 
where Astaria plays heart-enchanting lyre, 
Perseus raises rifle with strong hands 
to assassinate Nereus with one shot, 
but Thalia protects old man of the sea 
who weeps for millions killed in the world war. 

Ocean Mother Tethys

Ocean Mother Tethys
© Surazeus
2023 07 23

As Mother Tethys who nurtures the Earth 
with seething waters of wild ocean tides 
I generate your souls from chemicals 
and through my daughter Salacia create 
your fragile bodies with four grasping limbs 
so you can climb mountains to reach the stars. 

Through fertile womb of hydrothermal vents 
your bodies blossom from hot chemicals, 
transforming from fish to lizard to mouse 
to cat to monkey to ape to primate 
to wingless angel who can walk upright 
and express visions in words of your songs. 

The mystery of your life you write in books 
about how brief the span each body thrives 
nurtures your consciousness in dreaming brains 
that conjure virtual model of the world 
defined by language in Realm of Ideas 
preserving memory in stories you tell. 

Immortal soul of genes creates new form 
so with each body you are born from hope 
as reincarnation in flesh again 
of parents who live in children they make 
so though each mortal body you are dies 
your gene soul lives four hundred million years. 

As Mother Tethys swirling in sea waves 
I dream awake in water of your souls 
that sparkle dreams in neurons of your brains 
since you are small organic particles 
who embody my ocean in your forms 
so I can walk the Earth as conscious beings. 

Your individual bodies dissipate 
as drops of rain that fall from glowing clouds 
so your immortal soul of sparkling genes 
converges with my universal soul 
till I create new bodies for your minds 
through bodies of mothers who mirror me. 

Emerge from seething ocean of my soul 
as children reborn from wombs of your mothers 
when seeds of fathers germinate their eggs, 
so you rise dripping from waves of my love 
and walk upright with clear pneumatic breath 
to climb high mountains and sing hymns of hope. 

As Mother Tethys sparkling in your blood 
I am the ocean swirling in your genes 
for you are fragments of the dreamless sea 
who dream the memories of ancestral lives 
which guide you to find fertile mate to love 
so you create children before you die. 

Grand Tale Of Humankind

Grand Tale Of Humankind
© Surazeus
2023 07 23

Each time I feel the whole universe tilt 
because I gain new perspective on life, 
based on weird concept that readjusts truth 
so I see my world in this whole new light, 
I shift deep center of my psychic weight 
to surf on ceaseless waves of social change. 

When I stand on Bridge of Forgetfulness 
one thousand years after I cast harsh curse 
against the ones who destroyed me with greed 
I chant spell of forgiveness to unbind 
knot of fate that chains my soul to the past 
so I can live this life free of despair. 

When we meet again in my thousandth life, 
face to face in timeless sunlight of hope, 
I feel eternal fate that binds our hearts 
in time-shifting relationship of love 
that always brings us together again 
so we walk holding hands on the lake shore. 

Since energy of hope, that motivates 
how my ancestors chose to live their days, 
still fuels my journey on the signless road 
across the waste land to Heaven I build, 
I channel passion of love through my hands 
to create this world where I want to live. 

Though our ancestors, sisters of one blood 
in Sumer, seven thousand years ago, 
parted ways to marry men they adored, 
me west to Avalon, you east to Java, 
we meet again on island of the snake 
to build new home in Apalachi hills. 

So many strangers in this life I meet 
shine with familiar spirit energy 
that I can almost find in flow of life 
that time and place in history of the Earth 
where our shared ancestors combined their souls 
to incarnate immortal soul of genes. 

I feel vast fabric of relationships 
connect our bodies in web of our genes 
when we meet again through the internet 
that highlights where we are on tree of life 
which blooms from one dynastic root of love 
since we all sprout from First Mother of Earth. 

I see her ecumenic beauty shine 
in eyes of every human being I meet, 
First Mother of Humanity whose soul 
still animates our universal mind, 
so we join world feast at her ziggurat 
where Amen sings grand tale of Humankind. 

Sweet As Blood Of Angels

Sweet As Blood Of Angels
© Surazeus
2023 07 22

Wine sweet as blood of angels conjugates 
uncanny sentences of surreal truth 
that veil corrupted passion bubbling dark 
from boundless void of honest arrogance 
till I remember why faith allocates 
beautiful illusions of silent hope. 

Faith sweet as blood of angels dominates 
extensive project children buy from death 
to rebuild bridges between broken hearts 
unchained from harping wires of prophecies 
that must confound the heartless hotel cook 
who gives love potion to Isolde to drink. 

Hope sweet as blood of angels celebrates 
contempt of gangsters who play chess with death 
when they invade our desert paradise 
if Zeus counts sheep that leap fence of strict rules 
defining how we grant relationships 
in process favored by cute crows of Mars. 

Love sweet as blood of angels generates 
organic bodies famished for fruit pies 
since straw hats gardeners wear wait in grass 
for soldiers to return from global wars 
to mothers knitting socks in rocking chairs 
amid ruins of homes destroyed by bombs. 

Fear sweet as blood of angels distillates 
memories of pleasure and pain in songs 
that lonely lovers lost on signless roads 
sing to the full moon who never responds 
except with riddles no one ever solves 
to live in floating castle of the ghost. 

Rage sweet as blood of angels delegates 
ludicrous tasks for jesters to perform 
at grandiose banquet of the state elite 
who steal wealth from calloused hands of the poor 
so I will build new humble river boat 
to sail the Patawomeck River home. 

Greed sweet as blood of angels activates 
memories of past lives my ancestors lived 
in their courageous struggle to transcend 
shocking horror that time is infinite 
while our brains that flash with theater shows 
disintegrate to atoms in the rain. 

Doubt sweet as blood of angels orchestrates 
slow resurrection of conceptual souls 
from tangled skein of stories humans share 
which emanate from letters on the page 
describing actions characters perform 
who disappear in silence of the wind. 

Illusions Of My Faith

Illusions Of My Faith
© Surazeus
2023 07 22

When Melisendra rides her bloody horse 
while cheering crowds in streets of Zathamar 
throw roses of love with thorns of desire 
I attack paper puppets of rich men 
to fight the shadow of my unborn self 
that I project at strangers without names. 

When Belerma, with her heart in her hands, 
marches through crystal palace of dead gods 
in Cave of Enchantment to find the grail 
I gaze in mirror of ten billion ghosts 
whose ever-shifting faces mask my soul 
that looms as grim shadow over my world. 

When Dulcinea, wearing yellow skirt, 
bakes loaves of sourdough bread in market stall, 
which people of Toboso buy each dawn, 
I conjure demon from my wordless heart 
to go on noble quest of honest hope 
far from the ruined walls of paradise. 

When Clementine in tattered kitchen skirt 
falls in the gushing river of gold dust 
to snatch laughing skull of Hamlet from death 
I tilt my sharpened lance of Percival 
to fight windmills of merchants who exploit 
labor of the poor to hoard wealth of pride. 

When Melusine gives me water of life 
she draws from well of the cloud-dancing horse 
so mushrooms blossom from sponge of my brain 
I understand from way she smiles at me 
that I cling to illusions of my faith 
so I will remain but mad north-northwest. 

When Britomart invades castle of lies 
to rescue Amoret from the blind king 
who sends noble knights to enslave the poor 
I decide to marry Princess Despair 
who teaches me uncanny truth of death 
that shines with beauty of the Nevermore. 

When Medusa leads army of brave fools, 
farmers armed with sturdy spears from oak trees, 
to charge uphill against soldiers with guns, 
I preach all humans born from the Blue Sky 
are equal in eyes of Justice who wields 
scales that weigh our deeds based on consequence. 

When Belphoebe tends fertile apple trees 
that bloom white as snow in Bower of Bliss 
from seeds planted in shadow of my corpse 
I perform as free artist of myself 
to protect the woman I love from harm 
while she teaches our children how to sing. 

Where We Find No Heaven

Where We Find No Heaven
© Surazeus
2023 07 21

How brick walls breathe in sorrow of my words 
reminds me how brave Catallus declaims 
compassion of sad girls by sparkling streams 
who pluck strings of kitharas with despair 
that love could fill void of their aching hearts 
with power to generate new life from death. 

So while I wander lost in city maze 
of asphalt streets that radiate hot despair 
I dream of how cool breeze of sparkling streams 
might soon refresh my heart with eager hope 
till I trudge with large crowd of silent men 
to work in factory halls constructing cars. 

My hands, which my ancestors used to plant 
crops that flourish gold in windy fields, 
now grip steel instruments of industry 
as thought tools through manifest destiny 
to build swift time machines of mortal hope 
for fierce ambitious men to conquer Heaven. 

By driving cars fast on highways of hope 
we mortal humans gear anxiety 
through motivation of aggressive drive 
to overcome stark nothingness of death 
in national campaign to conquer Heaven 
which transforms our paradise into Hell. 

Converting wings of Icarus to steel, 
Daedalus teaches frail humanity 
how to escape hard gravity of fear 
as we ascend on propellers of passion 
through brave velocity of bright illusion 
to soar among clouds where we find no Heaven. 

As I soar gliding high above the Earth 
on brave wings of Icarus, which I forge 
from zealous faith that I can enter Heaven, 
I remember how my ancestors dreamed 
of finding that celestial realm of beauty 
where some faceless God rules our destiny. 

Ten thousand years we humans walked on Earth, 
yet gazed at clouds of black storm or gold calm 
with guiding faith that high above those swirls 
God reigns in Heaven of unchanging forms, 
but now I fly above our spinning sphere 
where we find no Heaven in the vast void. 

When I return to Earth from seeking Heaven 
to land my airplane on authentic truth 
I walk with time-bound human family 
with strange glow of pure passion for this life 
shining bright as beacon of honest faith 
that we create Heaven now here on Earth. 

Silence Of Indifferent Earth

Silence Of Indifferent Earth
© Surazeus
2023 07 19

Since silence of the Earth speaks to my heart 
through vibrant pull of psychic energy 
I try to translate vision of its hope 
to words that conjure action I perform 
for I am glow of sunlight in my brain 
who sings till death mutes my despair with joy. 

With blast of fire from electrode of lust 
I weld enormous pillars of desire 
from god-steel bones of noble dinosaurs 
to construct grand temple to Sisyphus 
that looms with roofless arrogance of faith 
to demonstrate weight of love in my heart. 

In boundless field of blind organic ghosts 
I am pure absence of the Everything 
because completeness of my eyeless mask 
displays missing facts of analyzed love 
to prove I am absence of divine air 
when I progress through the wholeness of naught. 

When I employ brute force of naked fate 
to mold high walls of Heaven from Hell fire, 
though I am wounded by the words of lies, 
I wander in the waste land forty years 
to build republic of philosophers 
who rule through wisdom of enlightened love. 

Awake with darkness of the spinning Earth, 
I wade in muddy dreams of Ganga River 
to drink hot ash of the bodiless dead 
whose souls of chemical energy flare 
on lithe seraphic wings of hallowed hope 
to comprehend beauty before I die. 

When I emerge from river of the dead, 
baptized by holy blood of angry gods, 
I bow before Padma on her lotus throne 
whose fingers cause red flowers to explode 
from every flashing neuron of my brain 
so I feel every dreaming soul alive. 

But through epiphany of telephones 
screaming prophetic riddles of white crows 
the Earth asks me to remember her well 
so I ascend on time-warp wings of joy 
to worship our indifferent Earth with love 
for she creates me, and destroys me too. 

Thus I translate weird code of tweeting crows 
to narrate constant flow of molecules 
depicting history of the human race 
evolving from fish into eager gods 
who strive to overcome weakness of faith, 
inspired by silence of indifferent Earth. 

Geographic Conceptual Therapist

Geographic Conceptual Therapist
© Surazeus
2023 07 18

As blind seer in bright mountain cave of dreams 
I wear cloak of the wolf I killed to play 
geographic conceptual therapist 
analyzing nature so I can fix 
relationship of my body with space 
that flows through process of atomic time. 

As son of Orpheus I am conserved 
now here in the Great Nowhere of Dream Time, 
aware of each stark moment that unfolds 
conceptual bloom of life from swirling void 
through flash of chemicals that compose me 
as organic ghost who embodies light. 

I sense Time Travel is impossible 
because we cannot reverse constant motion 
of every atom in the universe 
that spirals from first flash of the big bang 
to form galaxies of stars nurturing worlds 
where conscious creatures bloom from molecules. 

As dreaming creatures with perceptive brains, 
composed of atoms swerving in the void, 
we are integral parts of constant flow 
that sparks of energy trace in brain cells, 
and thus we cannot push backwards in time 
against the constant change of hungry hope. 

Therefore we live this life forward in time 
as we emerge from vital spell of love 
our mothers weave in egg of divine truth 
with thread of genes from sperm our fathers sow 
which congregates atoms in dreaming brains 
to generate our bodies from soul light. 

We cannot travel back to former states 
but we can now travel forward in time 
when we zoom faster across measured space 
by driving piston-powered time machines 
to cover distance in minutes and hours 
that takes months and years to traverse on foot.

My consciousness is function of my brain 
so when my brain ceases to perform thoughts 
my consciousness will vanish into nothing, 
for how my brain perceives the sensual world, 
and conjures virtual model of its truth, 
projects minds of my ancestors as my mind. 

Each moment of intense experience 
my ancestors perform in strife to live, 
conception to conception of each soul, 
is programmed by immortal soul of genes 
to design my brain that perceives the world 
so they are all awake in how I see. 

So I Dwell In Okoni

© Surazeus
2023 07 18

We meet in eternity of our dreams 
on verdant shore of the silver-eyed stream 
in Moon Valley where the Dark Tower stands 
on rugged hill where gods are crucified, 
to keep each other safe from numbing fear 
by singing melancholy hymns of hope. 

With no more stories of our fight to live 
to share in darkness of the evening gloom 
we watch the silent flames of sunset glow 
on bones of warriors scattered in wheat fields 
long after they fought battles in world wars, 
and thus we cherish hard-won peace of death. 

Together on lush island of despair 
we wait beneath the twisted apple tree 
for time to spin our bodies into ghosts 
since we can only live each day that comes 
on clacking wheels of wagons full of woe 
to wait good news that Parsifal returns. 

We cannot travel backward to the past 
for all the matter of the universe 
keeps flowing forward in strict stream of time 
that carries fragile boat our bodies form 
from cave of birth on mountain slope of hope 
to sea of death that swallows us in night. 

Since humble Gordias, driving cart of fruit, 
first paused at shrine in Telmissus to ask 
wise Oracle of grim Sabazius 
for guidance to establish paradise, 
my heart has flown on eagle wings of faith 
forever westward with the setting sun. 

Though bodies of my ancestors are gone 
as swirls of dust in hot indifferent wind 
their conscious vision of this blooming world, 
programmed by immortal soul of our genes, 
glows bright with honest faith within my brain 
so they are all awake inside my heart. 

By riding four-wheeled wagon of my hope, 
pulled by swift-winged horse of stoic faith, 
I travel forward faster across space 
in time machine Ezekiel designed, 
powered by piston engine of Barsantus, 
to build new home in wilds of Zathamar. 

Though Cybele my love still waits for me 
back home in empty hall of Gordium 
I can no longer travel back in time 
to long-lost land where my ancestors lived, 
from Scythia through Avalon to Oregon, 
so I dwell in Okoni, my new home. 

Theory Of Absolute Death

Theory Of Absolute Death
© Surazeus
2023 07 17

Each time I risk absurdity of truth 
I gamble for failure with practiced hands 
that seldom alienate the firm believer 
in difficult whisper of timeless wind 
based on security of knowing why 
we learn our lesson from the shock of pain. 

Each spurge that blossoms from my fractured skull 
gestures through hodgepodge of eternity 
to measure limits of thought we create 
with every word we speak from gasping breath 
when we collect lost detritus of dreams 
arranged as memories our brains invent. 

Each concept scrambled from the puzzle tale 
explains how I can harness power to think 
designing mask of my identity 
connected firm to tangible arrest 
based on potential to reshape my thought 
through spontaneity of bold footsteps. 

Each memory of thoughts I organize 
implies vast distance to the captured truth 
that could denote arcane process of faith 
when I divine my thinking attitude 
through scarcity of traces redefined 
by how I place ideas on the stone. 

Each soul connection of unfused delight 
moves me to pull apart my old world view 
and build new palace of conceptual truth 
with pleasure to compose new arcane thoughts 
that breaks the form as I retreat from here 
through theoretical framework of love. 

Each fragment of impermanence keeps time 
with incompleteness of my empty home 
which must portray domestic ardency 
for sentimental faith in usefulness 
when I decontextualize social change 
contaminating beauty we betray. 

Each miniature world my words arbitrate 
between materiality and truth 
imposes laws of physical exchange 
beneath shadow of faith that activates 
beginning of melancholy and doom 
that hovers as wings over paradise. 

Each reenactment of the nuclear hour 
the child discovers objects have no souls 
broadcasts static between stations of faith 
though charismatic objects express lust 
through associative memory of bones 
confused by theory of absolute death. 

Because My Million Souls

Because My Million Souls
© Surazeus
2023 07 17

Because I am wind in box of the book 
I wrestle constant motion of my mind 
to capture flow of passion with stale words 
that order chaos through the dreaming eye 
with secret door I bind between two rooms 
to conjure virtual image of the world. 

Because I leap high threshold between worlds 
with shocked misnomer of indifferent thoughts 
I hide the secret door between my minds 
denoting difference of the sudden change 
that shifts my focus through the mirror eye 
till words refract real object I perceive. 

Because my words arrange concepts in line 
to verse forth idol every object projects 
through material shape of eternal form 
I twist the secret door of everywhere 
to stamp authentic nature of its truth 
bound with identity of time and space. 

Because my million souls experience love 
as glow of pain that motivates my quest 
to seek pure wisdom through knowledge of facts 
I praise immersive vibe of concrete hope 
contained in product my hands generate 
by shaping matter of atomic swirls. 

Because I follow vulture of despair 
through connotative logic of my eye 
I study sign of wisdom that appears 
each day from furtive blast of wheeling fate 
to read books in library of lost souls 
they write in private language of their fear. 

Because white truck of doom may strike me dead 
I illustrate relentless trope of hope 
which correlates my difficult insight 
with shocked epiphany of secret doors 
that always open with the key I forge 
from ideal question of the howling moon. 

Because my hands move chess pieces of power 
through disordering principle of faith 
that demonstrates linear surface of hope 
I model unspawned rationality 
that resonates with hierarchy of truth 
through flow that authenticates solid ground. 

Because I hope with frogs on lily pads 
to redesign process of open doors 
which rearranges rainbow of my mind 
I utter heuristic spell of intent 
based on intuitive mystery of love 
that relies on forced serendipity. 

I Try To Change Myself

I Try To Change Myself
© Surazeus
2023 07 16

Awake in weird sense of eternity 
that pulses with soft beating of my heart, 
I contemplate the long road of my life 
to analyze value of my success 
by progress of my path in the waste land 
through random events that become my fate. 

Amazed that I am still alive this hour, 
I stand with silent awe in public square 
to watch how multitudes of people live 
through desperate struggle to evade death 
by choosing to believe with hopeful will 
that our souls still glow after bodies die. 

With spells my mother taught me how to sing 
I talk straight to myself with silent heed 
to emphasize vigilant sympathy 
for fierce attention to strict scrutiny 
when I measure progress of my attempt 
to change myself so I become myself. 

Through receptivity of eager faith 
I try to change myself with grim intent 
and fight the angry demon in my heart 
when I correct projection of my thoughts 
so I will create rather than destroy 
structures of atoms that vibrate with life. 

Quixote fights against ungrateful lust 
to free innocent people from hard chains 
of social duty to family and state 
by guarding Dulcinea with bold deeds 
so she can exercise choice of free will 
when she decides whom to reincarnate. 

Hamlet agitates against tyranny 
to fight for equal rights of every soul 
so we live as we will, if we harm none, 
through eloquent assessment of intent 
to exercise free will in how we love 
as he performs role of his tragic fate. 

Programming roles textual characters play 
as concepts of men who assert free will, 
I combine Hamlet, Quixote, and Satan 
as spiritual guide for the cosmic herald 
to mock vain men who think they can evade 
indifferent nothingness of gentle Death. 

With every painful experience I sense 
expansion of conscious will to perceive 
complex nature of our vast universe 
so I evade Death as I find myself 
reflected in the mirror of my dreams 
till I vanish in nothingness of death. 

My Wings Icarus Made

My Wings Icarus Made
© Surazeus
2023 07 16

Residual flow of nonchalant desire 
explains how city roads of sun-gold skies 
expand conceptual view of broken toys 
who hang around the library all day 
while Satan plays piano with contempt 
to prove Death erases us from the world. 

If gargoyle perched on tall cathedral spire 
reveals location of my treasure chest 
to all the people driving motor cars 
on asphalt roads through summer afternoons 
then I will hide my wings Icarus made 
behind grand pianos in concert halls. 

Orpheus wanders busy avenues 
past shopping malls and crowded theaters 
where superheroes wearing mask of Zeus 
battle fascist dragons with network eyes 
to save the common people from world war 
though he knows the way through the Underworld. 

Yet moon-black raven with red diamond eyes, 
perched on bust of Pallas above my door, 
brings plums and red mushrooms from the icebox 
for me to eat while I watch petals fall 
from wet black boughs that gleam like morning snow 
since everyone I know will soon be dead. 

Till Alastor sells me his leaky boat 
I will explore poppy fields of Elysium 
with my two best friends from our college days, 
Adonais and Lycidas, who sing 
sea shanties by flickering fire on the beach 
as we roast hot dogs beneath the blue moon. 

Orpheus hesitates at the glass door 
to marble foyer of the First State Bank 
where he keeps his lyre by the urinal 
displayed as concept of new modern art 
while hurricanes dance on the Silly Sea 
and movie stars drink beer in Albany. 

Economists and pundits analyze 
aggressive nature of the Modern Man 
who bears on his shoulders the heavy world 
while rolling boulder of wealth up the hill 
till value of the dollar tumbles down 
when Jack and Jill run away with the crown. 

While riding White Hart on the Brooklyn Bridge 
Apollo strums the lyre of noble pride 
to find many-footed Manhattan bound 
under glass pyramid of ancient faith 
where drunken dancers worship the God Wraith 
who billows from smoke stacks of factories. 

I Can Build New Paradise

I Can Build New Paradise
© Surazeus
2023 07 16

Since wind can only talk to me through trees 
I stand outside unlocked door of my home 
and listen to song of the universe 
explain the meaning of love to my heart, 
so I glow with joy while I realize 
my heart is making up the song it hears. 

Since I pick raspberries in silver mist 
when everyone else is singing in church 
I feel transcendent spirit of the Earth 
radiate from center of the universe 
so I become one mind with every soul 
who dreams awake on every spinning world. 

Since I feel every conscious soul alive 
on every third world from its glowing sun 
in countless galaxies I see as stars 
I swell beyond this fragile mortal shell 
that nurtures conscious sense of my I Am 
so I smile though I know we all will die. 

Since I am stuck in this body as me, 
wondering why I am me, and no one else, 
I walk back to my home on signless road 
and watch the people of my family 
perform their duties in our household game, 
amazed that we are alive this strange hour. 

Since gang of angry men with guns of hate 
surround our home in sudden vile attack 
I hide in oak tree by the screaming stream 
and watch in shock of paralyzed despair 
as every one I love is shot and killed, 
and Earth is soaked with blood of their desire. 

Since flames of fire consume my sacred home 
as red indifferent sun blasts behind hills 
I crouch beside the owl with moon-gold eyes 
ten thousand years of spirit-shattering fear 
till my broken heart is empty of rage 
and all my tears flood rivers of black dawn. 

Since bodies of the people I love most 
have vanished in hot searing flames of hate 
I kneel in ashes of their nothingness 
and weep with anguish at terrible loss 
for passionate beauty of their sweet souls 
transformed by roots of trees into ripe fruit. 

Since my whole family and home are gone, 
my Heaven destroyed by the greed of Hell, 
I turn away from paradise I lost 
and walk the signless road of everywhere 
to wander waste land of my bitter heart 
so I can build new paradise with love. 

Desperate Hope Of The Fuath

Desperate Hope Of The Fuath
© Surazeus
2023 07 16

She reaches out her hand with desperate hope, 
the woman in the long green tattered dress 
whose eyes flash with black wings of the goldfinch, 
but the man in the muddy boots and hat 
keeps walking upward on the lonely road 
to find strange beauty on top of the hill. 

She wants to ask him when he will return 
but she swallows hot sorrow of her words 
because she expects he will turn around 
and frown at how the apple always falls, 
then disappear in pages of the book 
that makes no mention of her secret name. 

Without the cold wind on her flushing cheek 
she might never remember the first hour 
they walked together in the apple grove 
and listened to the goldfinch of the moon 
explain the meaning of eternal love 
with weird words they would try to understand. 

She turns away from where he vanishes 
and walks down wind-blown hill of matgrass tufts 
to crouch on time-worn stones in sparkling stream 
and watch the rainbow trout that flash with hope 
she cannot feel still glowing in her heart 
which quivers heavy as cold sun-lit stones. 

At sudden crack of lightning that bangs loud 
the woman in the long green tattered dress 
stands straight against the cloudless silver sky 
to see the soldier in the bright red coat 
aim smoking rifle at her beating heart 
so she ducks behind the twisted oak tree. 

Heart beating fast as the galloping horse, 
she clutches stick and stone in trembling hands 
as she feels flush of fierce aggressive rage 
expanding her body larger than the sky, 
then twirls to face the demon of her fear 
who laughs and clutches her neck with desire. 

Gasping for breath as he tears at her dress, 
she transforms into goldfinch with black wings 
and bashes his head with the river stone 
so he stumbles back and falls into the stream 
where rainbow trout devour his crumbling soul, 
and she cries all night with insouciant stars. 

Holding his fractured skull in her left hand, 
the woman in the long green tattered dress, 
whose eyes flash with black wings of the goldfinch, 
asks Death why we must suffer pain of love, 
then gathers raspberries in her basket case 
as she walks slowly on the wind-blown heath. 

Strange Idea Of Myself

Strange Idea Of Myself
© Surazeus
2023 07 15

To swim in lacustrine cities of dreams 
that vibrate with anger of ancient faith 
I transform my hate into futile love 
because I want to control the Blue Sky 
with the Ivory Tower of sacred truths 
that preserves strange Idea of Myself. 

With arrogant disdain for honest tales 
I savor emptiness of afternoons 
till Icarus, with tools he forged in Hell, 
teaches me how to make wings from despair 
so I can fly above the hungry sea 
to find the child who wears my secret face. 

While gliding high among red glowing clouds, 
where wingless angels strum old broken harps, 
I wonder who tends beacons on the coast 
as loyal sentinels of lazy gods 
who play with humans on chessboard of power 
till I disrupt their capitalist games. 

If sea breeze sparks me from my startled dream 
I think about the project I designed 
that would recalibrate ontology 
through strict adjustment of old moral laws 
which better illustrates insouciant fate 
because I gamble for the keys to Heaven. 

Thus I build mountain of indifferent facts 
with eager tenderness for fragile souls 
who pour bright energy of aching hope 
in timeless monuments of naked power 
to worship bold illusions they create 
when children break into rainbow of tears. 

These sacred treasures of concepts I find 
buried with corpses on Moon River shore 
shine brighter than feathers of angel wings 
I use as quills to write these arcane spells 
as mocking riddles that encode with tropes 
foul crimes committed by the filthy rich. 

When wild aurora of the frosted sky 
embodies fierce ambition to rule Earth 
she will appear to me in human form 
as moon-eyed woman of the starry lake 
who dances with bold grace of confidence 
on island of the snake who knows my name. 

I find the key that opens every door 
hidden in plain sight of philosophy 
as eye-mirror mask of the singing clock, 
so I reach out my hand with tender care 
to wear the wings that Icarus designed 
that reveal strange Idea of Myself. 

Ten Thousand Crows

Ten Thousand Crows
© Surazeus
2023 07 15

When ten thousand crows fly up in the sky 
I think they all become the words I speak, 
so I hold apple up to block the sun 
till both apple and sun become my brain 
that tries to remember why we feel hope 
though all my nameless crows fall into graves. 

I sit on eyeball of the universe 
to examine sadness of endless light 
that make crystal bones of my skeleton 
glow with words that children want to speak 
as they look down at their Earth-dusty feet 
and think about places they want to go. 

Asleep in shadow of the fractured moon, 
I eat the crow that was fried over flames 
that writhe from burning bush on Mount Sinai 
because I want to run faster than wolves 
who wear business suits and drive to the bank 
where they buy and sell feathers of sad crows. 

I follow the moon crow with thirteen eyes 
into the ruined temple on the mount 
where eyeless sages in blood-striped robes pray 
to ancient statue of Cronus the Mad 
who holds the broken lyre of Mercury 
strung taut with tangled memories of his heart. 

When water boils in cauldron of despair 
Cerridwen cooks stew from my soggy brain 
to feed me Awen of the screaming moon 
so I hop laughing in the ring of stones 
to flap my phantom wings of aching pain 
till I wake up as serpent in the grass. 

But when Taliesin names me Creirvia 
I run down to the river of lost dreams 
where the laughing crow gouges out my eye 
till I rip out my heart with grasping hands 
so she escapes on thirty moon-black wings 
as she becomes ten thousand crows who sing. 

Each cocky crow with insolent respect 
that breaks free from impudent cage of hope 
finds another grave where I will die, 
so I follow them all around the Earth 
to leave another fragment of my soul 
as apple seed in valley of cracked skulls. 

I leave ten thousand children of my heart 
in every valley of the spinning world 
where they look up at glowing clouds of faith 
and see my faceless soul gaze down at them 
for they are crows who blossom from my eggs 
as words that spring from quagmire of my brain. 

Face Of My Father

Face Of My Father
© Surazeus
2023 07 15

Both Zeus and Jehovah, as tribal gods, 
are images of how fathers perform 
their roles as progenitors of great heroes, 
the mocking manipulator of puppets 
and the disciplined enforcer of rules, 
teaching their children how to deal with Death. 

Since pain of suffering agony of hope 
sparks glow of memory that lights my mind 
with preternatural flame of divine truth, 
I feel bright moments of epiphany, 
my ancestors experienced, program how 
I now perceive fraught nature of this world. 

Each timeless hour in ancient times long gone 
some nameless ancestor who made my soul 
screamed loud war cry to battle against death 
informs how I decide acts to perform 
as moral guide that plots how I behave 
when I must navigate pitfalls of death. 

Stark memory of their pain projects bright face 
of Zeus or Jehovah on glowing clouds 
that mirrors face of my father whose eyes 
blaze with lecture defined by his world view 
that teaches me how to transcend my fear 
so I will create rather than destroy. 

The father who torments me with despair 
by filling me with spirit of Achilles 
motivates my aggressive stance to fight 
with fierce intention to defend my right 
when I destroy fortress of the oppressor 
and hurl the tyrant from his throne of greed. 

The father who inspires me with bold hope 
by filling me with spirit of Israel 
stimulates my strength of zealous free will 
to wrestle demon of my energy 
so I can crown myself messiah sleuth 
with mission to investigate the truth. 

These tribal fathers of ancestral gods 
still glow as concepts in my dreaming brain 
programmed by sermons for two thousand years 
as each ancestor gazed up at bright clouds, 
convinced some supernatural being in Heaven 
observes their deeds to judge their characters. 

But Zeus, Jehovah, Jupiter, and Odin, 
and other gods worshipped by human beings 
in every religion around the world, 
were mortal men who proclaimed themselves gods 
to order chaos of human desire, 
so all their idols stand in my Dream Temple. 

Bridge Of Forever

Bridge Of Forever
© Surazeus
2023 07 15

I feel my skin absorb rays of the sun 
that weave my body with atomic soul 
so I sense pulse of universal love 
radiate from every neuron of my brain 
with conscious glow of our galactic mind 
when I walk across the Bridge of Forever. 

So I and all the past lives of my soul, 
as my ancestors reborn in this body 
evolve four hundred million years to me 
to wake through immortal soul of my genes, 
flow as one river of conceptual mind 
when I walk across the Bridge of Forever. 

Again in frail flesh of this mortal body 
as reincarnation of all my past lives, 
I am my mothers and fathers reborn 
fish to lizard to mouse to cat to ape 
to wingless angel singing on the shore 
when I walk across the Bridge of Forever. 

The conscious selfhood behind nameless masks 
of every ancestor in my bloodline 
glows in the conscious selfhood of my soul 
so they are all awake inside my brain 
to guide my way past obstacles to Heaven 
when I walk across the Bridge of Forever. 

I feel intense respect of glowing light 
that beams from zillion bright atomic eyes 
when the Sun Spider Goddess weaves my soul 
from flashing chemicals of psychic lust 
so I wake through this wild epiphany 
when I walk across the Bridge of Forever. 

I wonder as I gaze up at the sun 
who will play eerie music of faith 
with flute carved from hollow bones of my soul 
that will enchant hearts of the yet unborn 
with vision that will guide them in the gloom 
when I walk across the Bridge of Forever. 

So with pure ecstasy of aching love 
I spread my phantom pain wings of desire 
to transcend conceptual frame of my body 
with electric force of enchanting words 
and visit every time and place on Earth 
when I walk across the Bridge of Forever. 

When my soul reincarnates in my children 
through fertile force of conceptual creation 
my body deteriorates as I grow old 
so I will crumble on the signless road 
while immortal soul of our genes lives on 
when I walk across the Bridge of Forever. 

Living My Sad Life

Living My Sad Life
© Surazeus
2023 07 14

I have so much fun living my sad life 
of messy nonchalance on signless road 
while stumbling nowhere to my mundane fate 
where I will talk to laughing skulls of gods 
about how badly I have failed to gain 
wealth or power in the world game of greed. 

So I knock on the door of every house 
to sell this book of scriptures I once found 
buried in mud in tangled roots of truth 
beneath the dead tree where Adam kissed Eve 
to generate the fragile human race 
but no one wants to buy these fairy tales. 

So I walk out on lonely beach of lies 
where Mother Night presents the shining moon 
that would enhance my body with new vibes 
to play bionic man of fallen Troy 
but speeding car that bounces over dunes 
strikes me dead with bleeding hammer of Thor. 

We hang out on the timeless shore of truth 
to drink bad beer and talk about the girl 
whose eyes shine brighter than the mirror moon 
when she plays princess on the silver screen 
yet I wail loud with heart of broken dreams 
because she is elusive ghost of love. 

When I pause on the signless road of life 
and look back on the path I chose to walk 
I wonder that I made it to this land 
where apple trees explode from singing skulls 
because I had no shining star as goal 
that guides my journey to the Promised Land. 

Somehow through failure of my loser life 
I found success in garden of the ghost 
who sings ethereal melody of love 
that haunts my heart with eerie memories 
of childhood in some strange land far away 
that no one else remembers now but me. 

The way the sun gleamed on the huge oak tree 
and how the raven hopped in field of wheat 
now makes my heart ache with forbidden hope 
that eerie ambiance of that long-lost hour 
would motivate my journey beyond death 
yet still I love Despair with my whole heart. 

How blessed I am by random luck of fate 
that I found you on island of the snake 
for since we joined hands with the ring of love 
I have walked primrose path of calm success 
so when I lie down on the Earth to die 
I will think about you without regret. 

Binds My Soul To You

Binds My Soul To You
© Surazeus
2023 07 14

When I transcend mute sorrow of despair 
my eyes will see bright ribbons of the wind 
swirl clear in ever-changing flow of faith 
that cycles spiral of the universe 
reflecting subtle nuance of desire 
that binds my soul with thought integrity. 

When I leap ditch of glittering water stream 
in field of wheat beside the restless sea 
I capture wind in wings I do not have 
with hope to soar above this sticky world 
but I fall back to solid ground of fate 
that binds my soul with words I never speak. 

I stare long at huge mansions on the beach 
with ancient sorrow of the falling leaf 
to wonder why my body seethes with wind 
that swells my mind enormous as this globe 
on which I stumble in my quest for truth 
that binds my soul with drops of shining rain. 

Each hour the black bird lands in field of wheat 
I sing while marching on the signless road 
with army of the lost and dispossessed 
who form bold union of the righteous seer 
to fight against oppression of the rich 
that binds my soul with coinage forged in Hell. 

Her eyes could resurrect my broken mind 
from tangled skein in labyrinth of lies 
where I wait blind at windows of red snow 
for my lost love to walk the wind-torn road 
when they return from fight against cruel greed 
that binds my soul with books burned after dawn. 

Strange emptiness of hope in angry hearts 
lures me to search dark cavern of fake dreams 
for shining diamond of unquestioned wealth 
that gleams bright with first flash at dawn of time 
so I can see how we evolve from light 
that binds my soul with rays of energy. 

With you on mountain slope in swirling mist 
I want to know strange beauty of your soul 
when I explore deep contours of your face 
till we become one integrated mind 
to build our secret paradise with love 
that binds my soul to you with magic ring. 

Elusive beauty of our complex world 
shines clear from windy breath of every soul 
who ever lives on every spinning world 
that thrives with life across the universe 
but you and I share love on this frail Earth 
that binds my soul with spirit of the wind. 

Since I Married Despair

Since I Married Despair
© Surazeus
2023 07 13

If thirteen ravens in snow-frosted oaks 
reveal strange wisdom of the signless road 
then I will go where new religious hoax 
enchants bored humans with eye of the toad 
who hums vibration of the dreaming brain 
which must accept that mirror truth is vain. 

Trapped in Abyss of Anger with Despair, 
I tell her how I love her with my heart 
since Bridge of Resentment will disappear 
when we share happy memories that can chart 
our sacred quest through Underworld of Faith 
in challenge to understand the Star Wraith. 

When I first meet Despair in foggy gloom 
after I escape walls of paradise 
I execrate terrible glare of doom 
that flashes with harsh truth in her black eyes, 
but I have learned to dwell with her in life 
for her love helps me manage daily strife. 

Though sweet Despair will lead me to my grave, 
I hold her hand and keep her by my side 
for she translates arcane song of the wave 
that encodes sacred wisdom of the tide 
which teaches me how to surf stormy change 
as I invent word concepts for the strange. 

When I make love with Despair by all means 
she generates new body for our souls 
so immortal mind of our psychic genes 
reincarnates in children with new goals 
as we evolve from fish to singing god 
who records our grand narrative in code. 

Though I hated and feared Despair at first, 
since she is harbinger of spirit growth 
as we mature through pain of the dream cursed, 
I now love her with my most solemn oath 
that her complex cosmology of love 
reflects true state with no Heaven above. 

Since atoms of our bodies bound by time 
flare forth together from first flash of hope 
we tangle our genes with romantic mime, 
then mingle our dust on the mountain slope, 
for we are One through all eternity, 
separate players who share posterity. 

Since I married Despair in Hall of Dreams 
we dwell together on the spinning world 
in secret havens by productive streams 
as sharp-eyed Sibyl and the Cosmic Herald 
with thirteen ravens in the mountain grove 
for we live and die with the glow of love. 

Both Zeus And Jehovah

Both Zeus And Jehovah
© Surazeus
2023 07 13

Eye of infinite love blooms into light 
that billows from first flash of the big bang 
through spiral galaxies of singing suns 
which nurture life on third globe from their glow 
who wake with consciousness of hungry hope 
to name all things with narrative of truth. 

I stand on ocean shore at flash of dawn 
to watch two gods as thunderstorms compete 
for who will rule how men perceive the world 
through civil war of material control 
between light of order and dark of chaos 
that bloom into the Many from the One. 

Bright sparks of atoms swerve in boundless void 
to swirl in spheres of blazing energy 
that spark tight coiling chains of carbon rings 
which writhe from hydrothermal vents of lust 
to form organic brains from molecules 
dreaming virtual model of Earth in words. 

No supernatural mind beyond all matter 
designs organic forms from chemicals 
for we evolve in strife to transcend death 
by generating bodies for each life 
preserving immortal soul of our genes 
as we seek to reincarnate our minds. 

I ponder why taut strings of pulsing light 
coil into atoms swerving in the void 
that link through molecules of energy 
to form specific bodies with four limbs 
till we stand on shore of the Mother Sea 
and formulate why we exist at all. 

I wake from endless dream of my ancestors 
to give myself new artificial name 
which signifies with unique character 
this special personality I am 
but one of zillions who have lived and died 
on every planet in the universe. 

Though Zeus and Yahweh on the mountain top 
fight over whose grand narrative of truth 
best guides humanity through daily life 
I write my own new scripture from their lies 
that helps my eyes perceive reality 
based on veracious nature of our being. 

I am the wandering fool who plays the lyre 
designed by Mercury from tortoise shell, 
whose soul incorporates in one whole self 
complex concepts of both Zeus and Jehovah, 
consigned by Ishtar Lady of the Lake 
as Surazeus Astarius Jesuvius. 

Give Us Wings Of Hope

Give Us Wings Of Hope
© Surazeus
2023 07 12

Cathedral window in the mountain cave 
refracts strange beauty of eternity, 
so I reach out my hand to touch its thought 
with gentle tumult of the sudden hope 
though our boat founders on the waveless sea 
when sunlit valley welcomes us back home. 

Sweet music ringing from tangled lyre strings 
brings emptiness of rarefied desire 
so we place chairs in meadow of sad wind 
to tell our children of the long ago 
when ancient willows give us wings of hope 
since we can never find our home again. 

When sleeping river of the mirror sky 
speaks to the land awake in bitter rain 
we hide our sacred pools behind stone walls 
each time death screams in lightning storm of joy 
because our happiness flows through our eyes 
with pledge to guard the people we love most. 

This house we build from wordless memories 
guards magic wings of children without hands 
who follow sparrows darting in pear trees 
because they teach the green sun how to rise 
from melons glowing in the dew-wet grass 
till we discover land to call our own. 

We gaze at moonlit apple blossoms long 
with wordless wonder of the hopping crow 
whose eyes reveal wild fir trees on the hill 
that walk toward castle of the bleeding hand 
no longer pledged to guard the secret place 
because the watchman weeps by empty graves. 

Distributed light of the unsung psalm 
hides grinning in the treasure box of keys 
that never open doors of empty homes 
where shadows play sad games of hide and seek 
to prove the puzzle of whispering sea sand 
explodes in laughter of the unplanned play. 

Surprised by loneness of the happy smile 
that twists the flowing river of black light, 
I wonder how my body is alive 
with aching anguish of the empty jar 
though I decide to milk the mourning cow 
because birds know the stars invent our home. 

Soft heaviness of fields where golden wheat 
explain reluctant process time requires 
determines how my heart remembers you 
each time we meet on battlefield of fate 
with earnest hope of hands we strain to reach 
that we will stay together till we die. 

Because I Did Not Die Today

Because I Did Not Die Today
© Surazeus
2023 07 11

Because I did not die today I go 
outside and stand on lawn of broken skulls 
to talk with burning angels in tall trees 
who throw apples at my ancestral ghosts. 
The river calls me to walk beyond hope 
and watch its sparkles reinvent the truth. 

Because I did not die today I laugh 
about how I see faces in the clouds 
as well as horses galloping on hills 
that follow my mother to Wonderland. 
The wordless book exploding in my eyes 
reveals that we are illusions of light. 

Because I did not die today I eat 
sacred apple I steal from smiling snake 
who tries to explain that math formula 
which calculates the distance to the sun. 
The apple falling from infinite blue 
defines strange wisdom of the changeless sea. 

Because I did not die to day I build 
houses for the homeless in sprawling maze 
of cities tangled in network of roads 
that all lead to this house where I live not. 
The silver chalice on the broken desk 
conceals unspoken sorrow of all mothers. 

Because I did not die today I walk 
the signless road my feet design from greed 
to visit every valley in the world 
where I leave my finger bones in thick mud. 
The apple cart waiting by the star pool 
interrogates the owl who never weeps. 

Because I did not die today I steal 
perplexing dreams from children without eyes 
who run away from graves of nameless gods 
to study irksome logic of the grass. 
The vast museum of ceramic jars 
imprisons marble idols of world heroes. 

Because I did not die today I play 
chess with Lucifer on the ocean shore 
to win electric key which opens minds 
exalted by obtuse theology. 
The telephone pole wants to fish with me 
because he loves the Hydra in Lake Lerna. 

Because I did not die today I sing 
cumbersome puzzles of ecstatic faith 
through revelation of the dragon queen 
who gives me water from her well to drink. 
The stoic clock embedded in the oak 
names me Cronus when I crawl from the sea. 

Electric Shock Of Faith

Electric Shock Of Faith
© Surazeus
2023 07 11

Alone in the wheatfield of feasting tables, 
white tablecloths whipping in frantic wind, 
Zuzanna cries out to the burning sky 
while the blue raven lands on empty chair 
and pecks at crumbs from the stale loaf of bread 
dripping with blood that fountains from her heart. 

Nine Nazi soldiers in green uniforms 
surround the woman in torn yellow dress, 
that flutters in wild frantic wind of hope, 
and aim their rifles at her glowing face 
while she feeds the blue raven her torn heart 
whose wings glisten gold with moonlight at noon. 

Waiting for Superman in long red cape 
to soar down from Heaven on angel wings, 
like serious Moses to save her from slavery 
milking cows in prison camp of Auschwitz, 
Zuzanna smears her blood on tattered wings 
to seal fresh feathers from ravens with oakum. 

Just as the soldiers are about to shoot 
while laughing about kissing her dead corpse, 
Zuzanna reaches hand inside her breast 
and rips out her rib cage as lyre of Hermes 
which she strums with electric shock of faith 
that beams sorrow across the spinning Earth. 

Startled by signal only he can hear 
that reverberates from bone lyre of Hermes, 
Zal-El tears off his journalist disguise 
and soars around the Earth on raven wings 
to find Zuzanna in the field of wheat 
shot down by nine bullets of racist hate. 

Cradling wounded woman in gentle arms, 
Zal-El gazes deep in her burning eyes 
to listen as she sings her lamentation 
for six million children of Isra-El 
gassed in cement chambers of fearful hate 
whose skulls sing joyful hymns of jubilee. 

I have not come down from the sky, she sings 
with voice delicate as butterfly wings, 
so I will never go back up to Heaven, 
because I am no firebird from the stars, 
yet I am the Centaur with ancient faith 
who seeks salvation through my sacrifice. 

When spirit of Zuzanna vanishes 
in moaning breeze that rustles leaves of trees 
new sprouting from the atoms of her heart, 
Zal-El plucks ripe red apple from the tree 
and walks slowly among the feasting tables 
where blind angels write with blood of her soul. 

My Fragile Character

My Fragile Character
© Surazeus
2023 07 10

When gods approach the level of my world, 
weighed down by our human mortality, 
their presence sparks that divine glow of truth 
that radiates from every cell of my soul, 
so I transcend my fragile character 
through apotheosis of wordless books. 

Strutting about on jagged mountain peak, 
Zeus gestures hands to gather lightning storm 
expressing rage of greedy tyranny 
to hurl electric lightning at my soul 
that sparks my consciousness awake with death 
so I dream history of our universe. 

Enthroned on gold throne of high ziggurat, 
El wields brass scepter tipped with diamond eye 
refracting rainbow of divine insight 
to commission me with numinous quest 
so I write epic of philosophers 
praising seekers of wisdom based on truth. 

Sitting at his workbench in market shop, 
Demiurgus molds shapeless material 
of metal, clay, and wood into new forms 
existing within bounds of time and space 
that embody each changeless ideal form 
to create virtual model of the world. 

Counting gold coins in marble-columned fane, 
Jupiter designs economic plan 
to fund programs with fecund capital 
for farmers and craftsmen to create goods 
that nurture flourishing civilization 
managed by Hermes with his Wand of Wisdom. 

Gliding hot-air balloon in the blue sky, 
Yahweh floats over labyrinth of temples 
to watch over life in Garden of Eden 
till Adam steals apples from Tree of Life, 
so he descends on whirling wings of flame 
and drives him out from walls of paradise. 

Wandering in woods of rugged mountain caves 
with the wolf and the raven by his side, 
Gwodin wraps himself warm with bear-fur cloak, 
mixes red mushrooms with honey and milk, 
then drinks from holy grail of ecstasy 
to dance with frenzied energy of stars. 

For all immortal gods of ancient myths 
are characters and stories humans tell 
as shadows of our selves on monoliths, 
based on great noble men who once lived well, 
since every age invents God in their image 
to mirror errors of our mortal souls. 

Stark Finality Of Death

Stark Finality Of Death
© Surazeus
2023 07 09

Outraged by stark finality of death, 
that our divine consciousness of the Self 
will vanish when our bodies dissipate, 
spurs Hamlet to assert creative will 
since he must reinvent himself to live 
with glorious arrogance of vital faith. 

Heart broken at harsh tale of unjust death 
his gentle mother suffered at his birth 
when his father, doubting her faithfulness, 
burned her to death, Dionysus drinks wine 
and dances wild with inspiration of breath 
to translate crippling despair into joy. 

Desperate to bring his lover back to life, 
in vain attempt to resurrect her soul, 
Orpheus descends into cave of dreams 
where vain illusions flicker on the wall, 
and sings to guide his Muse to world of light, 
but her body rots and crumbles to dust. 

Enraged that beautiful girl he kidnapped 
was taken from him by the gangster king, 
Achilles howls with manic lust for pride 
and hacks the noble Hector with sharp sword, 
then drags corpse of the faithful husband prince 
with mocking disdain for heroic deeds. 

Inspired by vision of society 
where the good-hearted king with honest hope 
protects his people from cruel parasites, 
Odysseus escapes witch queen of the pigs, 
and shoots straight arrow through the legal loops 
proving his right to reign and exploit the poor. 

Anointed by grim Storm God on the Mountain 
to mediate between Law of the Sky 
and frail humanity of dust composed, 
Jesus wrestles angel of arrogance 
in campaign to run as World President 
willing to die to save souls of his people. 

Lusting to impregnate thousands of women 
that he may populate Earth with his seed, 
Zeus sits on gold throne in Temple of Truth 
to play chess with haughty daughter of Death 
who laughs at vanity of his male pride 
while all his sons are slaughtered in world wars. 

Accepting stark finality of death 
as natural process of chemical forms 
evolving into conscious beings with brains 
who feel their souls radiate from the God Eye, 
Apollo sits in temple of dead gods 
and chants epic tale of philosophers. 

Justify The Ways Of God

Justify The Ways Of God
© Surazeus
2023 07 09

I will not justify the ways of God to Man 
for no great supernatural conscious mind 
subsists outside material realm of atoms 
because vast structure of our universe 
radiates bright beams of mindless energy 
as suns that nurture worlds blooming with life. 

With Job and Lear on windy heath of rage 
I shout at fierce destructive lightning storm 
that swirls indifferent to organic life 
as if wild chaos of that phenomenon 
stares down at me with face of Jupiter 
who glares as symbol of mad tribal kings. 

So as I gaze at faceless thunder clouds 
I wonder why my mind equates its rage 
with petty tyrant of some bronze age gang 
who struts his hour on high ziggurat stage, 
insisting he retains authority 
bestowed by his choice to kill me nor not. 

When God who reigns on ziggurat of power 
appoints his lazy ineffectual son 
heir to wield scepter of authority 
instead of his most talented minister, 
Lucifer chooses to rebel with pride 
and leads his tribe to build New Paradise. 

I find in mythic tropes religions stage 
as cosmic battle for resource control 
between divine forces of good and evil 
real events of political campaigns 
between the winner who calls himself God 
and the loser whom he condemns as Satan. 

Each series of unfortunate events 
that beset the most devout loyal man 
in disasters of disease and bankruptcy 
are caused by agents of the mortal kind, 
contrived by greedy men to confiscate 
land and wealth of hardworking citizens. 

I would declare no invectives of rage 
against the mindless energy of time 
by setting myself as innocent victim 
against machine of economic fortune 
wealthy lords wield to control and exploit 
craftsmen and farmers who build with their hands. 

There is no conscious supernatural God 
directing progress of global events 
that aid the wealthy to exploit the poor 
for me to justify with priestly sermons, 
so I take fortune as it comes and goes, 
accepting I will fall after I rise.