Theology Of Beautiful Lies © Surazeus 2024 03 28 Stars always seem to know how I should feel as if their pulsing passion from prime thought beams through my brain cells in weird words of truth which animates my body with pure love to generate new life from flame of death that glows through darkness of eternity. While people dance with pulse of energy in crowded bar that swirls with divine breath preserved in grapes from sunlit drops above, I scribble profound thoughts in secret booth in book of riddles my first girlfriend bought to formulate new world view of the real. What dangers threaten our togetherness we overcome with loyalty of trust that binds our bodies with spirit of faith unraveled by blind Fate with seven eyes who weaves new wings for us to fly with hope toward Wonderland built by the River Styx. Disarmed by endless games of politics between prophets who teach mankind to cope with theology of beautiful lies, I accept harsh finality of death as temporary soul forged from stardust who wears theatric mask of Sisyphus. I push my rolling stone of liberty with manic courage of the half-blind fool up to ice-slick peak of Mount Helicon so when it tumbles toward Mount Ararat its justice will crush statue of King Midas whose fall creates Hell in waste land of Earth. When I discover secret of rebirth encoded in sacred book that will guide us on noble quest to live as democrat, I campaign to play Sage of Avalon by founding castle to run magic school where I teach laws of private property. So I join my friends in the quaint cafe to eat beef hamburgers and drink root beer then chat about poetics we employ to write dream spells of computer brain code that beam visions about the universe in minds of readers who worship the Truth. Trapped by my fate to play messiah sleuth in every version of our multiverse, I hitchhike with guitar on signless road to marry beautiful Helen of Troy on Oregon Trail as last pioneer destined to preside over Judgment Day.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Thursday, March 28, 2024
Theology Of Beautiful Lies
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