I Want To Declare © Surazeus 2024 06 13 I want to declare the joy of my heart, but I forgot it on the apple cart that crumbles broken on the river shore along with old books of forgotten lore that keep no secrets I can buy in church, so I leave home on my desperate search. I want to declare the sorrow of rain that splashes in strange ocean of my brain when I stand casually on the steep cliff to translate stories of the hieroglyph that I once painted on the temple wall depicting god as grim majestic doll. I want to declare the angst of new faith that dispels haunting shadow of the wraith, so I live freely on this spinning globe, dressed in regal pride of my humble robe when I return to the vast city maze as prophet who rules the next social phase. I want to declare the grief of sunlight that gleams on grass at Eleusinian rite when sweet Persephone gives me her fruit while I play haunting tune on wolf-bone flute to prove why there is no life after death since all we can do is savor each breath. I want to declare the thrill of despair when I write hymn for each unanswered prayer programming how my brain perceives the real as if, when I dance long enough, I feel passion of hope electrify my soul with urgency to play the prophet role. I want to declare the mirth of respect, earned well when I define what to expect the hour my ship with tattooed sails comes in, laden with treasures I will need to win campaign to rule castle of singing skulls when I go mad and chat with hungry gulls. I want to declare the bliss of belief that fractures truth into puzzle of grief which I confuse for credibility, foolish enough to trust authority who runs the global religion cartel by selling lies to save our souls from Hell. I want to declare the true love we share when we journey home to Scarborough Fair by driving loan sharks from the temple bank when Odin tries to block the army tank in revolution that starts world war three in home of the brave and land of the free.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Thursday, June 13, 2024
I Want To Declare
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Orpheus stands before the world to declare his hope for a war-free world where all nations are united for peace.
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