Join The Dream Machine © Surazeus 2024 01 07 Mind paralyzed by endless flow of time, I feel my heart pulse with stream-flowing rhyme that urges me with passion to wrap words in brash feathers of sky-contracting birds while I hip-hop down busy city street in psychic harmony with urban beat. I feel rise up from asphalt core of Earth immortal song that celebrates soul birth which swells with every breath of hungry hope enhanced by shared insight in how to cope with constant turmoil of the social scene that jolts our minds to play success machine. Yet I ignore money game of success and sing mute angst to surprised happiness in shocking rhythm with the dancing crowd whose revelry would make wild Bacchus proud for his fierce energy of feisty play seethes through our bodies with intense ballet. Erupting from cocoon of crippling fear with time-compressing wings of the dream seer, I bang aggressive melody of pride on hot electric guitar, amplified with the primal scream of my inner beast that spreads joy when my demon flies released. Expanding far beyond bounds of my skull, with spirit of Mithras I ride the bull of money greed to storm the pearly gates reserving Heaven for fools blessed by fates with privilege of wealth to beat the game, though all will die with nothing but their name. When I see visions bleeding from your brains, I plagiarize ancient spell of fertile rains to sing primal hymn that Ishtar composed in new spell of words with truth juxtaposed to contrast wisdom between king and fool who howl with madness by the starless pool. I fail to woo Stella from Astrophil because I respect code of her free will to express her body as she desires so we join force to fight psychic vampires disguised as boys who think they own the world till seventh coming of the cosmic herald. Yet I sit on street corner at sunset to record prophecies with tape cassette while I strum guitar on bright summer night by swirling ocean gleaming with moonlight till I make maps to join the dream machine in the company run by Melusine.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Sunday, January 7, 2024
Join The Dream Machine
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