Rebuild With Angelic Hands © Surazeus 2024 02 03 Light in the kitchen window makes me real so I stand up and dance on tippy-toes through ten thousand doors to show how I feel about my private thoughts expressed by crows so I translate my trauma into art that plots my soul progress on the star chart. In love with the manic pixie dream girl who plays guitar on windy ocean beach, I spread my seraph-borrowed wings and twirl on hill of singing skulls so I can reach height of fame based on trauma I relate to escape nothingness of nameless fate. While holding hands with loyal attitude, that bonds our hearts in ring of molecules, in bid to win soul game of the Prelude, we skip through field of shining daffodils while bombs destroy nice homes in distant lands that we will rebuild with angelic hands. Each conscious creature ever born on Earth, who has evolved from hydrothermal vents, has suffered trauma of life after birth that programs how our dreaming brains can sense monsters lurking in faces of good men who try to exploit us so they can win. The grim-faced jester in gray business suit who controls our minds with the money ring manipulates our emotions with loot he promises we could win if we sing praises to his idol, the vampire god, till we defeat him as the justice squad. While sailing west from Isle of Avalon to find new freedom in the Promised Land, I battle Cetus till the break of dawn, then crawl gasping for breath on lonely sand to build new shining city on the hill where I rule Utopia based on free will. Once I understand my white privilege, based on power structure of English genes, I preach new doctrine of state sacrilege where every soul who plays dramatic scenes is equal in eyes of Justice the Blind so we live as we will, if we are kind. Light in the kitchen window bends my mind to hum with Television Buddha Toad who chants new spell of peace for all mankind though I roam homeless on the signless road reluctant to claim any land as mine, so I dwell beside the sea and drink wine.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Saturday, February 3, 2024
Rebuild With Angelic Hands
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