Ocean Of My Heart

Ocean Of My Heart
© Surazeus
2024 10 19

The fugitive criminal of my heart 
tracks the vile demon of self-consciousness 
through green rain of gloomy Seattle streets 
based on imagination of the clown 
who leaps in door of time to room of fire 
where the long-dead shaman still sings on stage. 

My frail body is ocean of my heart 
embarrassed by strange beauty of the moon, 
so I stand on street corner at high noon 
to wield guitar of Hermes like the gun 
I spin to shoot the Devil in the mind 
because I worship Liberty as God. 

Deep inside the spinning globe of my heart 
the faceless angel wearing iron mask 
expands magnetic wings of psychic faith 
that flash green and purple aurora lights 
with temporary anguish of the soul 
through sweet surprise that I am still alive. 

Somewhere lost in haunted house of my heart 
the girl who knows the weird secret of fire 
hides scars of wisdom under pretty dress 
while folding paper into demigods 
who cannot understand the pain she feels 
though she paints them as murals on brick walls. 

We play hide and seek in maze of my heart 
safe in wordless darkness of the god eye 
through which I see the entire galaxy 
to spy on people on their distant worlds 
who pause and look up at the empty sky 
as if they sense my affection for them. 

I push my child in stroller of my heart 
past cages of ghosts in the city zoo 
who teach her languages of ancient tribes 
so she can see the history of mankind 
in how our glorious empires rise and fall 
because humans worship smart thieves as gods. 

Alone in beautiful woods of my heart, 
I search for elusive promise of love 
till, exhausted from climbing hills of hope, 
I carve idol of the woman I love 
as giant goddess in the mountain cliff 
whose eyes see eternity in the seed. 

Strumming old battered guitar of my heart, 
I sing lament for demon of despair 
to wake the spirits of the dead from dream, 
then sing litany for angel of joy 
to bless strange virus of my memory 
while I watch snake-runes writhe in well of love.