Eccentric Beauty Of Despair

Eccentric Beauty Of Despair
© Surazeus
2024 09 27

When the blind raven of unhappiness 
steals my God Voice from the telephone line 
I walk the signless road of honesty 
to find Eccentric Beauty of Despair 
till illusions of my childhood beliefs 
dissipate with mist in the morning sun. 

I see tall towers of the city gleam 
above mute pine trees of ambitious hope, 
so I walk forward on the signless road 
forever moving nowhere in one spot 
because the universe of changing forms 
revolves around my soul-ballooning head. 

When I find the sword forged from meteor stone, 
which Coventina, Lady of the Lake, 
gave to Arthur when she appointed him 
Guard of the Grail Castle where angels sing 
hymns of glory when son of Christ is born, 
I slide it down serpent sheath of my spine. 

Under dark purple sapphire skies of stars 
on cold winter nights before Christmas Eve 
I walk Seattle suburbs with school friends 
singing carols for Savior of the World 
to strangers smiling in half-open doors 
while hiding demon wings beneath my coat. 

While strolling desert in New Mexico 
along silver river littered with skulls, 
I behold the pillar of fire by night 
and the pillar of smoke by day, balloon 
of hot air Jehovah pilots to guide 
my endless journey to the Promised Land. 

Stuck in amusement park of Wonderland 
where men in business suits trade market shares 
to invest in world factories and farms 
where sad angels work for minimum wage, 
I play guitar on busy city streets 
and sing about the paradise we lost. 

Halfway along spectrum of godliness, 
somewhere between Oannes and Apollon, 
I pluck ripe apple from the Tree of Life 
and give it to the stranger at the gate 
who explains how humans gamble with fate 
then vanishes in mirror of the moon. 

I want to write about domestic life, 
how I keep busy through the endless day 
by mapping history of the human race 
based on prophecies that seem to come true, 
but write instead about woman I love, 
the sweet Eccentric Beauty of Despair.