Beach Of Loneliness © Surazeus 2023 11 22 On beach of loneliness where storm clouds smile I dream about orange leaves of joy that fall as harbinger of Death who walks with me to help me understand why things will fail in turning of the tide each shocking mile while I still contemplate how to live free. Down beach of loneliness toward fragile tent that flaps with anguish in contentious wind I linger by the grave of hungry ghosts where I once buried someone whose whole name has vanished in slow turning tide of hope till I almost forget how to live free. On beach of loneliness with snow-white wings of squawking angels who despise my fear I breathe intense despair of sad desire for how the silver moon in pale blue sky still understands what feelings I would hide as if I understand how to live free. From beach of loneliness on fearful hope cold melancholy rises from my heart as Aphrodite with black eyes of love and presses her compassion on my chest till we become one universal soul that teaches nobody how to live free. Across beach of loneliness on frail legs I stalk grim shadow of my nameless fear as rain pours from arrogant eyes of death to drench my heart with anguish of desire to taste sweet wisdom of the pungent fruit that inspires my heart with how to live free. On beach of loneliness with beating heart I strum rusty strings of broken guitar which I stole from lost tomb of Mercury and sing with spooky sorrow of the sky spellbinding psalm that honors storms of love for futile quest finding how to live free. Above beach of loneliness in gold glow Diana floats on flaming wings of love, imbuing hearts of people on the Earth with healing balm of acute empathy that resurrects our souls from grave of truth so we learn riddles on how to live free. To beach of loneliness I will return to escape strange chaos of global fame so I can sit still through adoring storm and find again the secret self I lost on restless journey to the Promised Land where I compose book on how to live free.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Thursday, November 23, 2023
Beach Of Loneliness
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