Saturday, November 2, 2024

Journey Of My Soul

Journey Of My Soul
© Surazeus
2024 11 02

If I can figure journey of my soul 
through solemn discourse of moonlight on water, 
I may hear voices of the dead explain 
how best to live this brief confusing life 
by flapping both wings I call Chance and Choice 
to lift weight of my mind above the world. 

If I have to play the lunatic knave 
against tyranny of beautiful lies, 
I shall with boisterous courage of the fool 
oppose aggressive tactics of brute thugs 
who attempt to control how people live 
by enforcing laws that benefit them. 

If startled ecstasy of shocked insight 
propels my journey past the Promised Land, 
I am determined to map the waste land 
so those who follow way of psychic growth 
know where to go after escaping Heaven 
to find secret spring of the star-eyed horse. 

If the damned have finished howling their hearts 
with vigorous dance of the fallen-apart, 
I wind my heart in mummy cloth of time 
to ponder natural beauty of the mind 
too marvelous for prison of the clock 
that teaches everyone how to weep once. 

If we could wake from dream of cannon fire 
that now shakes every quarter of the world, 
I will insist I exercise my right 
to vote for how my fate shall write my end, 
yet I hear laughter in the hall of pride 
that cracks mirrors which dare reveal the truth. 

If ghosts on dark eerie night of All Souls 
drink inebriated breath of my heart, 
I will build new Heaven from godless bones 
on ruins of cathedrals and state banks 
to prove our hands can farm food from the Earth 
for wealth we create from shadow of death. 

If I must evade demons of despair 
who slip through crack of light to haunt our lives, 
I dress in costume of the noble king, 
which is the opposite of what I am, 
so they cannot find me on signless road 
where I roam to escape every lost home. 

If I find refugees from civil war 
wandering without end on the trail of tears, 
I build the immense miraculous home 
that can house with its generosity 
every homeless person lost in the world 
who give each other new names of the heart. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus documents the journey of his soul for the world travel television series that plays reruns for forty years after he disappears mysteriously in the Almaty Mountains.

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