Nomad Of Signless Roads © Surazeus 2024 11 17 Though I am the nomad of signless roads I want to draw the border of my truth around my sorrow on the map of hope to make my soul the country of my heart where you can dwell safe in walls of my love no matter how far we wander from home. Though I travel alone to love and faith, enduring struggles against obstacles indifferent nature casts on road of hope, my journey to find home our love creates is shared by every person in the world, for in the end we all will meet in death. Though I had hoped we would all meet in death I find myself alone on road of fate, my private paradise where I now dwell designed by every little choice I make as I expand its borders to include every nameless soul lost on every road. Though we meet now and then on road of life we find ourselves alone with faceless death so we give Death the faces of our friends so we can share sweet comfort of despair while savoring beauty of forever now till eternity erases everything. Though bombs destroy the homes our fathers built we build new homes with shrapnel of their hate so bombs cannot destroy homes made of bombs till we decide with one expressive word to blast illusions of our hopes to dreams so we can build homes from elusive faith. Though borders drawn by men with guns of greed mark where their gangs of killers ceased combat I walk through fences and past gates of fear to bind all countries of the world in one, connected by our shared experience of losing the homes we built with our hearts. Though I hide in the shadow of my home, hoping border of our fear keeps us safe, I feel aggression of invading thieves who seek to drive me from my paradise so they can build their home of star-blind faith on ruins of my home with blood and bones. Though I am the nomad of signless roads I want to erase all borders of fear to free our spirits from the Promised Land that imprisons our hopes in blinding faith, for heavy hearts sprout wings of honesty to fly above vast maze of bombed-out homes.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Sunday, November 17, 2024
Nomad Of Signless Roads
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Orpheus searches for lost friends in the bombed-out cities of Ukraine, finding only the shards of their dreams in the ruins of their homes.
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