Tuesday, September 3, 2024

Our World Will Be Saved

Our World Will Be Saved
© Surazeus
2024 09 03

Storm of fear always brewing in my mind 
veils ruins of cities bombed in world war 
from which new angels rise in human form 
to build grand city towers of steel and glass 
where uncrowned kings wear pinstripe business suits 
to drink wealth brewed from souls of working folk. 

Old epic tales of noble kings and knights, 
who protected farmers slaving in fields 
while they feasted in cozy castle halls, 
now writhe unread in dark library rooms 
where scholars study arcane code of faith 
while athletes compete for glory and fame. 

Descendant of King Arthur, wearing jeans 
and tee-shirt of his favorite grunge folk band, 
sits at round table in library hall 
where he assembles in puzzle of truth 
fragments of history gleaned from chronicles 
written by monks in monastery cells. 

Descendant of Queen Mary, wearing skirt 
and white blouse she sewed with black unicorn, 
sits on grassy knoll in the river park 
where hippies dance slow after smoking weed 
to trippy tunes of electric guitar 
that Moses plays while singing about love. 

Mad that mankind is not worshipping Him, 
Jehovah brews on thundering cloud of rage 
to shake the Earth with tornadoes and quakes 
that hurl gangs of angry young men with guns 
to kill millions in genocidal wars, 
and drinks beer while watching the football game. 

Memories flash across my brain filaments 
as haunting melodies of Celtic flutes 
that spark strange feeling of the Long-Ago 
when I lived in the lush Seattle hills 
with vibe of Ireland glowing in my heart 
as glow that glamors world my eyes perceive. 

Each long lost land where my ancestors lived 
casts sweet nostalgic glow of aching hope 
in aura that inspires my heart to sing 
weird prophecies that no one would believe, 
though I measure conceptual elements 
which compose virtual model of my world. 

Lightning flash that splits mirror of my eye 
opens dream portal of the multiverse 
so Muse Astraea soars down from Glow Cloud 
on wings of desire to show me the truth 
that after coming of messiah sleuth 
our world will be saved by the cosmic herald. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus dances in the billion-eyed universe of ghosts at the holy rainbow gathering of the mind.

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