Mysterious As The Rain © Surazeus 2024 10 03 Mysterious as the rain pretends to be, always sparkling and making things look pretty, I hide from soft caress of its clear light, convinced the god who makes it must be mighty, but when I ponder pathway of my fate I almost get stuck in my social station. That girl who walks in beauty of the night seems eager to share with me her sweet passion, so we dance gracefully by star-eyed lake, discussing complex nature of the wicked, till we fall asleep when the moon comes up with yet another way to flash its label. Each time I find her in the apple grove, I pause behind wrought gate of admiration to hear strange eerie timbre of her voice that seems to make the flow of time dissemble till I feel my mortal soul transcend thought and soar beyond this world of normal reason. So when my brain emerges from despair with new-found courage of decisive purpose I stand before huge wall map of our world and plot ways to make lives of people better for their happiness inspires me to work toward transforming our city into Heaven. Bewildering as the heart appears to be, dragging me in the opposite direction from which my reason urges me to go, I borrow arrogant wings of mad Cupid and fly boldly toward my real destiny after hiding in cave of desperation. Cryptic omens I perceive everywhere seemed to indicate I proceed with caution, but with the tyrant hunting for my head I must fight to gain freedom from ambition to rule productive ritual of my goal by forging new gates for court of perdition. Bold enterprise to create new world view with prophecies I encrypt in grand scriptures conspires to energize my global plot to design framework for conceptual order based on respect of universal law that ensures equal justice for each person. Enforcing new world order with the gun, I maintain peace with strong United Nations supporting freedom through democracy based on honesty of consideration which nurtures talents every person owns so we all dance in joyful celebration.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury in Cathedral of the Weeping God to inspire us to work together for world peace.
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