Ecstatic Beauty Of Fame

Ecstatic Beauty Of Fame
© Surazeus
2024 12 11

Fame seems to be the random accident 
of bright attention focused on some soul 
who unwittingly accesses weird key 
which unlocks sympathy of careful hope 
in jaded hearts of millions who observe 
reflection of their feelings in brave action. 

Yet center of our flowing stream of thought 
collapses and reforms expansive faith 
from general self-esteem when opposites 
connect in puzzle of bored merriment 
random concepts that compose the whole scene 
based on intuition we share with fate. 

I am the reason trees try to explain 
existence without meaning in new shape 
contrived by ocean waves that swirl in minds 
of children eager to paint on blank sky 
portrait of god which imitates the man 
who smiles when teaching them how to survive. 

This prayer I offer to indifferent seas 
frames humble subject of the nameless man 
who gathers oysters from shallow mudflats 
to cook sweet stew for lost war refugees 
who haunt untold stories of novelists 
exploring pain in words to earn world fame. 

These ruined buildings of our past we score 
with bloodless numbers streaked across our face 
usurp our reason to have faith in man 
who spends all day painting angel of death 
with amorphous shadow of arrogance 
too simple for lost souls to understand. 

Our glorious centuries collapse in jokes 
solemn priests recite at our funerals 
beside buildings that still burn with state greed 
archived in caves of rancid circumstance 
till history surprises us with strange fate 
incumbent on the hero getting born. 

True color of melancholy highlights 
ecstatic beauty of fame who decides 
with vampire-earnest lust who benefits 
from wealth of psychic energy transposed 
from hearts of worshippers to mortal gods 
who forget how to play the part they earned. 

Apple trees blossom in void of my heart 
when I join you on the swing in the park 
with vague amazement of unspoken prayer 
to relate tragic tale of my downfall 
from famous vampire to forgotten god 
as marble statue buried in fake dreams.