Hyacinths In Moonlight

Hyacinths In Moonlight
© Surazeus
2025 02 04

Pungent scent of hyacinths in moonlight 
veils her heart with swirling mist of desire 
so she walks through every room in the house 
to light tall candles with flickers of pain 
that dance in boisterous gusts of silver rain 
so green shoots thrust from urgency of love. 

Each break of sorrow from apple tree limbs 
extracts from silence murmur of strange voice 
expressing love for still relentless time 
till she stops suddenly before fake door 
that wears mask of someone she thinks she knows 
if she can steal their name from gust of wind. 

Concerned about destruction of the hall 
where his grandfather Goliath lies dead, 
Grendel scoops chess pieces in leather bang 
and walks endless beach of sugar-white sand 
where footsteps of Erendira preserve 
pools of black blood from broken hearts of angels. 

On bomb-blasted ruins of ancient homes 
in Garden of Eden, scattered for miles 
as heaps of broken memories and hopes, 
Grendel builds enormous estate of glass 
where she wanders huge empty rooms of hope, 
adjusting frequency of her brainwaves. 

Marked by sapphires of the infinite sky, 
Grendel brings herbs to her garden estate, 
burned down by gang of wolves with serpent eyes, 
to prove he loves her more than life itself 
while they float on their backs in the sad lake 
and plot how to paint shadows of the mind. 

With promise of regressive sovereignty, 
she scatters sunlight and rain on the soil 
where random seeds sprout into temple halls 
composed of trees that intertwine their limbs 
to imitate puzzle of Gordian knots 
professional enough to hang their god. 

Erendira tosses mirror of fate 
in dirt of atoms where it crawls away 
as laughing turtle of the uncrowned prince 
who insists he is Grendel recompiled 
by computer code that allows state thieves 
to access secret messages of seers. 

Through limited range of murderous words 
Grendel expresses his passionate love 
for innocent Erendira who sleeps 
while stars sprout into grapevines of desire 
where new hymns sung by the celestial choir 
contribute to rise and fall of respect. 

Lifetimes Of Arcane Truth

Lifetimes Of Arcane Truth
© Surazeus
2025 02 04

The most important concept of all time 
that he could say with words upon his tongue 
chokes his soul with fraught anguish of despair, 
so he carves bitter curse on church brick wall 
with holy blood from his dream-crippled hand 
to prove his innocence to the glass moon. 

Descending holy mountain of black smoke 
with fractured tablets carved with divine words, 
he struts before blind people of the land 
to show them beauty in the crystal sand, 
then steals the beautiful dreams of their hearts 
yet leaves them praising his name with respect. 

Through liquid shadows of colorful fears 
time slithers across smeared mirror of fate 
in measured deformation of sweet lies 
when he expresses doubt about plain facts 
that crush television screens into sugar 
which sweetens deception of honest faith. 

With blindness of Nature reflecting hope, 
reticent to accept bold deference, 
he perceives ingratitude of dark debt 
unsheathed by grasping hands of idol masks 
asleep all winter under frozen dirt 
which hinders success of untempered plans. 

Wild energy of aggressive desire, 
by nature trenchant with excessive hope, 
inspires his purpose to regain the sky 
with distinct keenness of separate instincts 
considered too wealthy for the fecund chill 
still crippling children with pity from Death. 

Alarmed by fluid definitions, stuck 
in restless landscape of unsteady flight, 
he glances back at disappearing roads 
replaced by twilight of abandonment, 
unfit for romantics who ignore how 
fate suspends our bodies with taut contempt. 

Windows effaced with shadows of suspense, 
accessory to contemptible crimes, 
he almost understands mystery of Zen 
inhaling hollow strictness of disgust 
without moderation through equity, 
tangible only to sensitive minds. 

Safe under canopy of the fruit tree, 
undistracted by whiteness of the bridge 
across which spirits float on wingless breath, 
he ponders why all conscious entities 
accumulate lifetimes of arcane truth 
which all vanishes at hour of our death. 

Terrible Angel Of Light

Terrible Angel Of Light
© Surazeus
2025 02 04

While she strolls in the busy shopping mall 
Gretel drops bread crumbs to mark out her trail, 
but wanders listlessly with hungry angst 
through endless winding corridors of glass 
past computers and fashionable clothes 
till she stops alone on the windy plain. 

Entering round tent of green embroidered silk, 
Gretel dons long gold silk gown and silver tiara, 
then sits on red velvet cushion at oak desk, 
picks up the quill from feather of the swan, 
dips it in pot of black ink, and begins 
to write lines of verse about love and trust. 

The Raven that followed trail of bread crumbs, 
devouring memories she left on the ground, 
enters the tent with gust of mountain wind, 
and transforms into tall elegant man 
wearing black pants and jacket with red tie, 
then bows and places emerald in her hand. 

Teleported in blinding flash of light, 
Gretel finds herself in white linen gown 
pushing large cart piled with dirty bed sheets 
inside huge brick Magdalene laundry house, 
and thinking about the cute baby boy 
they took away from her after his birth. 

Determined to escape harsh slavery, 
Gretel punches the guard and takes their gun, 
then aims it at director in blue suit 
who trembles as she snatches his car keys, 
then cries in anguish as she drives long road 
winding along the rocky Irish shore. 

Arriving at small town in misty cove, 
Gretel follows shimmering fairy wings 
till she stands before quaint bookstore cafe 
where her long-lost son with pert ponytail 
and hipster beard cooks vegetarian meals, 
then sings Irish ballads while playing guitar. 

Bringing plate of food every afternoon 
to the old homeless woman on the bench, 
Brian chats with her about life and such, 
listening to her wild tales of teenage years 
attending vanlife renaissance festivals, 
amazed at sparkle of joy in her eyes. 

Wading out into surging ocean waves, 
Gretel stretches both arms up to the sky 
and shouts that joy at tragedy of life, 
then floats down into silence of the sea 
where she sees terrible angel of light 
bear her aching body to mindless stars. 

Warning Of The Wolf

Warning Of The Wolf
© Surazeus
2025 02 04

When they decide to meet beside the sea 
and throw all their sorrows in sunless deeps, 
they fall asleep under the rowan tree 
among flowers where the grasshopper leaps 
so their hearts break not when the empire falls 
at relentless dance of porcelain dolls. 

Yet when they hear eerie hoot of the owl 
they wake in moonlight by the shining pool, 
startled by grim figure in long black cowl 
who smiles and suggests they return to school 
so they are ready when the empire falls 
to sell homemade crafts in the market stalls. 

Strange shadow of the star-eyed seraphim 
looms over busy market just at noon 
when Rapunzel in the tower sings hymn 
to wake psychotic demon of the moon 
who declares the empire will rise again 
at cheerful tweeting of the crazy wren. 

They hide their feelings in the polished box 
which Pandora brought as their wedding gift, 
so when she gives birth to the nine-tailed fox 
he wanders lost in the mountain snow drift 
to deny the empire will rise again 
through analysis of his bloody pen. 

Fooled by Rasputin that their plan is strong, 
King Midas and Duke Golfindel play golf 
with heads of departments who chose the wrong, 
but they fail to heed Warning of the Wolf 
who howls distraught at fall of our empire 
while we cope and join the heavenly choir. 

Bowing to Pluto on his Kremlin throne, 
Midas offers him the Treasury Key, 
but Oil King gives Orange Clown broken bone, 
so he chops down the Eden garden tree 
so no one eats at fall of our empire 
except his propaganda versifier. 

Weeping at funeral of America 
while Liberty lies imprisoned by Greed, 
the Lost People cry out to Onatah 
who gives everyone her magic corn seed, 
then comforts us our empire will not die 
for Icarus will teach us how to fly. 

From burned ruins of smoking Babylon 
rival tribes of Zarathia unite 
to build new nation based on Avalon 
where every person shares the equal right 
to live free in world empire of the why 
saved from destruction by the nameless spy. 

Music Of The Star Mind

Music Of The Star Mind
© Surazeus
2025 02 03

Awakened by music of the Star Mind 
that chimes alarmingly soft in night wind, 
Zara glides on beach of the moon-white sea 
to listen for faint voices of the dead 
who whisper their names in forgotten song 
that only she can hear in tweets of larks. 

When silver jet with angelic wings glides 
across dark evening sky of the Star Mind, 
Zara hides under branches of the cypress 
to blank her face invisible to Death, 
but shivers when she feels his burning eyes 
regard her fragile soul with mocking grin. 

"This plum tree that blooms on the river shore 
might be the tree where Eve ate of the fruit, 
so I too will consume pure Plum of Truth 
to gain arcane wisdom of the Star Mind," 
Zara whispers while tasting sweet despair 
to savor strangeness of still being alive. 

"Though bombs no longer blast our garden homes, 
I still feel explosions of naked light 
flash my eyes blind with terror at false hope," 
Zara tries to explain to the Star Mind 
that stares at her from the dark evening sky, 
"but I forgot how to sing about love." 

Breathing deep innocence of the Star Mind 
with bold intensity of cautious hope, 
Zara hums melody of ocean waves 
that glitter on the shore of spongy sand 
where her footsteps capture puddles of tears 
that vibrate in harmony with her heart. 

"I perceive in mirror of the Star Mind 
honest compassion Faceless God designed 
as shining beacon of conceptual faith 
that guides me on Way of the Cosmic Wraith 
across the waste land of ignorant greed 
to paradise where I plant this fruit seed." 

Ghosts of soldiers emerge from the Star Mind, 
surrounding her safe cypress tree with guns, 
and hollow Voice of Death declares with doom, 
"We must destroy this Messenger of Peace 
for she is destined to found world religion 
that merges all religions in new faith." 

Trembling in terror at the Voice of Doom, 
Zara stands and walks barefoot in the sand 
toward ghosts of soldiers clutching guns of fear, 
and with enchanting song of timeless love 
dispels them with music of the Star Mind 
that flows in waves of truth across the land. 

Readjust Her Mind

Readjust Her Mind
© Surazeus
2025 02 03

Since she would rather not face death today, 
Kathy walks backward through the relocked door 
to hide her memories in the broken box 
that floats away on river of mute tears, 
in vain attempt to readjust her mind 
to flow in harmony with social norms. 

Having got lost in the maze of desire 
that always changes unexpectedly 
based on each random decision she makes, 
Kathy stops and waits in the doorless room 
for the ship that never arrives in port 
with the book she ordered from the blind priest. 

Startled by strange song of the butterfly 
that echoes in Grand Canyon of her heart, 
Kathy tries to answer the telephone 
that keeps ringing no matter what she says, 
though horses on the reservation run 
with flapping of the flag in desert wind. 

Yellow orioles in magnolia trees 
discuss opposing world philosophies 
to figure out which one presents true keys 
Kathy can use when she tries to unlock 
cathedral doors before the meteor hits 
our world to break illusion of the heart. 

With teeming excess of unwinding thoughts, 
that pulse vibrantly against strict constraints 
of social convention bound with dream laws, 
Kathy recites endless spell of respect 
to figure out how disasters occur 
so she can safely guide our ship of state. 

Wrecked on time-shifting shore of the new world 
where children dance on pyramids of skulls, 
Kathy walks along timeless beach of faith 
to find the tall Statue of Liberty 
half-buried in the sand of endless change 
at the smell of butter on toasted bread. 

Accessing computer system at dawn 
that controls payments from the Treasury, 
Kathy calculates how much it will cost 
to rebuild infrastructure of the state 
destroyed by greed of hungry oligarchs 
who still attempt to enslave everyone. 

Driving her children to school every day 
where they learn to become good citizens 
who work hard with hope and obey the law, 
Kathy wears her blue police uniform 
to enforce social law of self-control 
till thief she obstructs shoots her in the head. 

Sea Of Star-Souls

Sea Of Star-Souls
© Surazeus
2025 02 02

When the comet retrieves time from the sun 
to besiege lush globe with colors of fear, 
Tethys draws circle on eye of the stone 
with blood of hope that drips between her legs 
to connect her shadow with words of faith 
from throbbing passion of her tingling breast. 

Moving her face close enough for her cheek 
to brush soft pomegranate blossoms, red 
as blood that smears the insides of her thighs, 
Tethys cracks thick fruit open with sore hands, 
and sucks sweet fruit that drips onto her breast 
till her hands are sticky with happy angst. 

Wind blows fire smoke around in frantic gusts 
of aching passion as she hugs herself, 
then chuckles to imagine she has wings 
long as those the swan stretches up to clouds, 
and feels herself shudder as the swan flaps 
angelic apprehension of moonlight. 

Flopping over on the salty beach sand, 
Tethys stretches her arms and legs outward 
with anguished groan of pleasure to express 
compassion for unbearable regret 
to embrace the sun with writhing contempt, 
body defiled by desire of the wind. 

Gushing Spring of her heart releases flash 
of energetic rainbow after rain 
splashes her breasts of mountainous respect 
for subtle arrogance of folded forms 
when she becomes excessive weight of time, 
then Tethys sits upright again and sighs. 

When Glaucus returns with large fish he caught, 
and sits to roast it over crackling flames, 
Tethys brushes his arm with tender fingers, 
"You filled my heart with spirit of your eyes 
so now your soul incarnates in my womb 
in child that combines our souls in new soul." 

Gasping with pleasure of wide open eyes, 
Glaucus kisses her mouth and pats her belly, 
then gives her leather bag of apple juice, 
so she drinks while he tears strips of burnt fish 
then puts them in her open mouth and grins, 
"Now you must eat for both you and our child." 

Pointing to comet that streaks in the sky, 
Tethys declares, "New spirit of our child 
is coming to us from Sea of Star-Souls," 
then lies down, belly full of food and juice, 
while Glaucus cuddles her with warm embrace, 
and they savor pleasure of being alive. 

Desolation Of The Mind

Desolation Of The Mind
© Surazeus
2025 02 02

When I reach desolation of the mind, 
Glaucus ponders while floating in the sea, 
my spirit is revived by song of sirens 
who call me with weird language wind designed 
so I declare with laughter I am free 
from conceptual angst of fearful environs. 

Yet when I hear my thoughts inside my head 
rambling with random conclusions of fate, 
I wonder what false logic I contrive 
to prove my bravery can dispel this dread 
that hovers over me with wordless hate 
when I ask Glow Cloud how I can survive. 

When I was young and running on the beach 
my father always spoke to me of ways 
that he employs as rituals to catch fish, 
yet now his faceless spirit out of reach 
speaks to me from Glow Cloud in misty haze 
as if he dreams inside my secret wish. 

Though he is gone, long crumbled into sand, 
his voice speaks from my mouth in his same words, 
so now his spirit glows inside my flesh 
with angry passion vibrant with this land 
where I roam wild and sing with hostile birds 
through taut concern entangled in vast mesh. 

When bright sun bleeds on mountains in the west 
and soft shy moon nests on thick bed of pines, 
I rise from ocean wave with strength of hope 
to blaze secret trail on clandestine quest 
in dusk-dim forest where no sad star shines 
to rest in my cave on steep meadow slope. 

Long evening shimmer of motionless time 
enshrouds my aching body with soft hum, 
so I smile at Glow Cloud who watches me 
with unseen face of my father at chime 
of smooth crystals that calculate the sum 
of memories I leave floating on the sea. 

Half asleep in dim gleam of early night, 
I sense ghost of my father sitting near 
whose voice relates fierce battle of respect 
he fought with savage dragon of sunlight 
too many days to count from jagged fear 
with wounded pride his laughter must correct. 

Awake with startled anguish of concern, 
Glaucus strides back down to the ocean beach 
to catch writhing sea serpent with sharp spear, 
then roasts it on hot flames so death can learn 
that he shall claim her treasures beyond reach, 
because this world is one huge spinning sphere. 

Labyrinth Of Pandora

Labyrinth Of Pandora
© Surazeus
2025 02 02

Dust on the cracked window of the wood house 
distorts dim shadow of late afternoon 
to speckle light on blank walls of desire, 
imperfect reflection twisting soft words 
in metal hangers reluctant to show 
what illusions stiff doors pretend to hide. 

Inestimably wonderful gift of fear 
slithers softly under locked doors of hope 
to erode silence with steady despair 
unrelated to arrogance of old books 
where ghosts of heroes lie in unread words 
to never flutter curtains stained with blood. 

If Achilles leads his time-crippled horse 
through labyrinth of Pandora to conceal 
innocent anguish of broken road signs, 
he might remember why his mother smells 
like ripe cantaloupe on silver beach sand 
each time he reaches out his startled hand. 

Washing porcelain plates in metal sink, 
Pandora hums while sparrows in elms tweet, 
wipes hands dry on apron of faithfulness, 
then sets cup of coffee with careful hands 
on round table by the leather armchair 
where Achilles reads news about the war. 

Cupping her hips with his spear-hurling hand, 
Achilles pulls Pandora on his lap 
and nibbles her ear under curly hair, 
then whispers, "My heart swells with pleasant love 
that I chose calm domestic life with you 
than painful death for everlasting fame." 

"Better to serve in Heaven of your heart," 
Achilles moans as his strong hands explore 
secrets of her soul, "than to reign in Hell 
with lots of angry men instead of you." 
Pandora gasps as he opens her box 
and fills her emptiness with beams of light. 

Holding hands and blushing with sweet romance, 
Achilles and Pandora stroll together 
down busy market streets past vendor stalls, 
laugh as they try on sunglasses and hats, 
then eat noodles with eggs while children watch 
Proteus presenting cute puppet shows. 

While they are watching bright fireworks display, 
Achilles feels prick of pain in his heel 
and stares at Paris as he slips away 
who stabbed him with sharp needle on his boot, 
then falls and writhes in agony from poison 
in arms of Pandora who cries in shock. 

New State Of Penury

New State Of Penury
© Surazeus
2025 02 02

Each day the dream mirror falls off the wall 
Jamin decides not to answer the call 
but sits in front yard of his house instead 
to count the dead leaves that cover his head 
so when thieves infiltrate the treasury 
he laments our new state of penury. 

Since children throw eggs at the White House door 
angels never make ice cream anymore, 
so Jamin salutes Death with red right hand 
to prove his right to own the blood-soaked land 
where flowers bloom from skulls of ancient gods 
while devils race each other in hot rods. 

Somewhere over the rainbow of false hope 
Jamin teaches teenagers how to cope 
with the fascist coup of the government 
so they learn skill of psychic puzzlement 
while riding carousel of politics 
by parsing honesty with parlor tricks. 

With close observance of the faceless clock, 
which watches him from surface of the rock, 
Jamin seeks to analyze state of being 
derived from maladjustment of his wing 
twisted by contempt for orthodox law 
till he wakes in shock at the raven caw. 

Each wild dramatic scene of misty vales, 
that he observes on lonely mountain trails, 
inspires mad Jamin with fantastic jokes 
he preaches on stage to expose the hoax 
of thieves to replace our democracy 
with corrupt greed of their oligarchy. 

With fiery admonition in his voice 
Jamin shouts everyone must make the choice 
to fight for justice and equality 
or lose their right to honest liberty, 
but no one hears him on the radio 
erased by laughter at his cameo. 

Mute for years under fig tree of insight, 
Jamin gazes entranced at divine light 
that gleams from Morning Star of dreamless eyes 
in trance that confuses government spies 
who abdicate to join his grand crusade 
when he leads the Revolution Parade. 

Hanging the dream mirror back on the wall, 
Jamin restores government protocol 
that should prevent one man driven by greed 
from controlling institutional creed, 
so though Midas destroys America 
we build new nation of Zarathia. 

Singer Of Tales

Singer Of Tales
© Surazeus
2025 02 01

Though sometimes in the timeless light of faith 
I seem not to know who I really am, 
I look back on signless road of my life 
to map adventure of my hidden path 
which shows progress of my journey toward hope, 
elusive star that lead me to myself. 

Though I cannot keep pace with my own star, 
which I decided is my guiding light 
as beacon chosen randomly from chart 
of constellated fate, I mold my heart 
with wings I found in wild Icarian Sea 
floating in pool of energetic blood. 

Inspired by weird complex ontology 
of imaginary vision, supplied 
by fairy tales compiled in holy books, 
I pluck apple of wisdom from the Tree 
of Knowledge that blooms from the corpse of God 
to taste the truth that everybody dies. 

When I was four years old in the same year 
astronauts first walked on the dusty moon, 
I sat by the Christmas tree with my sister 
and cousins one cold Texas winter night, 
cheering our grandfather, the famous singer 
in the Kings Heralds, dressed as Santa Claus. 

Recognizing humorous gleam of his eyes, 
I concluded my grandfather is God, 
or Odin who bears bag of precious gifts 
to enrich all the people of the world 
with generous compassion of his heart, 
bringing food to people buried in snow. 

Twenty-five full years later I hitchhiked 
sea to shining sea across this vast land 
and played guitar Seattle to Miami, 
chanting tales about curious wanderers 
forever lost on signless road of hope 
ten thousand years Scythia to Oregon. 

Escaping cloistered walls of paradise, 
I journeyed back east along the same road 
my ancestors traveled west in wheeled wagons 
to colonize the fertile Promised Land, 
found my wife on the other side of Earth, 
and raise our children now in Dixieland. 

While mapping virtual model of the world, 
I wrote grand epic of philosophers 
that depicts foundation of Academia, 
and thus have learned true nature of my soul, 
Singer of Tales in Library of Angels, 
wingless angel in Land of Onatah. 

One Rainbow Family

One Rainbow Family
© Surazeus
2025 02 01

With startled eloquence of river song 
Juno dances gracefully in sea breeze 
with glow of love that enchants the wild throng 
till she fools God enough to steal his keys 
so she can free wise Son of Lucifer 
who can defeat cruel tyrant Jupiter. 

Eyes glowing bright with glow of the black hole, 
Juno weaves elaborate vision of faith 
so we can see Earth beam from the White Whole 
through dreamless spirit eye of the God Wraith 
whose conscious passion animates our brains 
so people drive their cars in righteous lanes. 

Heart pulsing with vibrant life of the Earth, 
Juno sings anthem of love on world stage 
that decodes secret process of rebirth 
to view our body as plane and not cage, 
for through force of free will we choose our fate, 
programming our actions with love not hate. 

Eager to save America from greed, 
Juno exposes crimes Midas commits 
when he attempts to control money feed 
that funds our national system of wits 
by grasping at illusion of our wealth 
in vain attempt to arrogate our health. 

Inspired by Brutus to protect the state, 
Juno leads holy warriors of truth 
to guard access to our financial gate 
till bold arrival of messiah sleuth 
who arrests the thief stealing from our hands 
treasure of freedom we mold from rich lands. 

Reluctant to accept his tyranny, 
Juno arms rebels with her holy cause 
to fight for justice through democracy 
that ensures liberty based on fair laws, 
but Midas and his minions clutch at power 
to control Rapunzel in her gold tower. 

With courage of Judith urging her heart, 
Juno wields honest sword Excalibur 
to render unto Caesar through star chart 
criminal conviction from Lucifer, 
then build from ruins of America 
new free Republic of Zarathia. 

Uniting states of North America, 
Juno enforces equal rights for all 
who live in fertile lands of Onatah 
with network of roads that destroy the Wall, 
so we become One Rainbow Family 
ruled fairly by wisdom of Liberty. 

Tree Of Voiceless Hope

Tree Of Voiceless Hope
© Surazeus
2025 02 01

Wounded by eccentric stars of desire, 
Claudia leaks shadows on the mountain trail 
where she wanders searching for her own ghost 
who leaves strange footprints in dust of the Earth, 
but pauses to ask rain why people die, 
scanning the sky for secret of rebirth. 

Weird constellations of stars slowly spin 
wheel of fortune that determines her fate 
according to old woman in the tree, 
so Claudia holds small nutshell in her hand 
and searches in vain for infinite space 
which Hamlet said with confidence is there. 

"I am no righteous daughter of the moon," 
Claudia whispers with iridescent wings, 
"though I was loyal bride to a good man, 
for I am lazy instrument of faith 
who covets water of this fractured globe 
which shakes while spinning in the starless void." 

Awake with wonder on the mountain slope, 
attempting to imagine ghosts are real, 
Claudia calculates process of desire 
to prove that stubbornness might get her killed, 
yet she adores blank beauty of her mask 
that hides the speaker of her soul from fools. 

With humble passion of obedient crows, 
who steal our voices from telephone lines, 
Claudia suddenly remembers quite clearly 
what she said to the man with the clenched fist 
twenty hours ago on the city street 
before she escaped through door of the wind. 

"Since freedom is another word," she laughs, 
"for nothing left to lose, as Janice sings 
with graveled voice of innocent despair, 
then I have lost everything I held dear 
when my husband was fired without good cause 
from his government job, and killed himself." 

"I want to become my own country now, 
like Kai sings with articulate respect," 
Claudia declares to the high waterfall 
that sprays tears on her cheeks she wants to hide, 
"but I have nothing in this world of lies 
so I would be this tree of voiceless hope." 

"Sacred stars of honest integrity 
that once sparkled on our star-spangled banner, 
pierce my heart with searing blades of disgust, 
so I want to become part of the Earth." 
After lying flat on the mountain all night, 
Claudia drives home on the desolate road. 

Enforce Rule Of Law

Enforce Rule Of Law
© Surazeus
2025 02 01

When gleam of dawn erases frantic dreams 
of running somewhere that ever recedes, 
Randall drinks coffee at the kitchen sink, 
and writes in condensation on the glass 
unspeakable name of God in four letters 
that refract light of the indifferent sun. 

When the long black van stops outside his home, 
and seven men wearing red baseball caps, 
whom he prosecuted through rule of law 
for crime of assaulting the Capitol, 
step out with baseball bats and hateful smirks, 
Randall cranks rod on his new assault rifle. 

When seven men smash his windows and doors, 
Randall prays his wife and children are safe 
where he sent them at horse ranch of his parents, 
then shoots each traitor dead in self-defense 
as they scream and attack him in revenge, 
then hopes home insurance covers the damage. 

Fired from the bureau of investigation 
where he performed his duties by the law 
with professional demeanor of respect, 
Randall ponders job prospects in the field 
of legal prosecution to arrest 
criminals who abuse good citizens. 

"Deceived by glamor of his policies 
to enforce rule of law across the land 
protecting our homeland security 
against illegal immigrants, I chose 
to vote for this man as our president 
who sent his goons to kill me in revenge." 

Before calling the police to report 
act of self-defense against home invaders 
sent by the new president in revenge, 
Randall washes blood from his honest hands, 
and chuckles as he quotes Lady Macbeth, 
"Out, blessed spot of vile traitorous blood." 

"Unnatural deeds breed unnatural troubles," 
Randall ponders as sirens of the law 
wail dire warnings in quiet neighborhoods, 
"for infected minds drive cruel brain-washed men 
to perform unlawful acts of sabotage 
against the liberty of honest men." 

Driving long gravel driveway to the ranch, 
Randall steps from his car on grassy lawn 
and breathes fresh air of justice with delight 
as his wife and children with joyful cries 
embrace him in group hug of pleased relief, 
and wind blows their hair as they cry and laugh. 

Eye Of Lost Time

Eye Of Lost Time
© Surazeus
2025 01 31

To see whole oceans in one water drop 
while on his journey of authority, 
Feraldus picks spot by the lake to stop 
and cup water with curiosity, 
but all he perceives in eye of lost time 
is dream of angels evolving from slime. 

Arriving at his cottage by the elm, 
where his rational wife Savia bakes pies, 
Feraldus studies nature of the helm 
that sailors spin to navigate the skies, 
then daydreams of his childhood as soft chimes 
of freedom ring for revolutionary times. 

Determined to measure state of the mind 
reflected in mirror of the Self Pool, 
Feraldus strides in boots Bacchus designed 
for exploring basement of the seer school 
where demons haunt the hearts of lonely souls 
who spend all afternoon outlining goals. 

Watching her husband tramp in fields of wheat, 
Savia calculates what our nation needs 
to overcome mute anguish of defeat 
is how the country farmer sows hope seeds, 
based on conceptual tropes of social roles 
when lovers dance around flowered maypoles. 

While eating apple pie and mint ice cream, 
Feraldus ponders strange state of the land. 
"Castles once protected the royal dream 
where people lived under one guiding hand, 
but cannons destroy walls of paradise 
so now failed kings must be the sacrifice." 

Hundreds of people escaping from war 
when their castle is smashed by cannon balls, 
crowd hungry and frightened around their door, 
so they welcome refugees in safe halls, 
and organize how they work on the farm, 
who sing praises of Savia for her charm. 

Kneeling before children on the lake shore, 
Feraldus cups dirt in his hands and grins. 
"We are but dust and shadow, Horace sang, 
but we see the world in one grain of sand, 
Blake countered, for we are atoms of light 
swerving in the void on our spirit flight." 

When Angel of Death in long black robe 
appears from flash of lightning on the hill, 
Savia runs and finds Feraldus dead, 
struck in the heart by arrow of free will, 
so she buries him under the pear tree 
where his atoms become crows who fly free. 

Wild Forest Boy

Wild Forest Boy
© Surazeus
2025 01 31

When finches and sparrows in maple trees 
explain strange beauty of eternity, 
Caroline pauses somewhere off the trail 
to pick liberty cap mushroom from soil 
wet from late-afternoon rain of desire 
where the pond terrapin crawls over roots. 

Brushing pile of wet pine cones to the side, 
Caroline gasps to see wild forest boy 
who stares at her with eyes blue as the sea, 
so she reaches out her hand with lace glove 
and helps him stand on wobbly legs of hope, 
then smiles and asks, "What is your secret name?" 

"My name is Pinocchio," the wild boy grins, 
then does the fancy two-step dance and bows, 
but topples over on his side again, 
so she helps him stand again on frail legs, 
then places ripe pear in his floppy hand, 
so he eats till he gains strength from its juice. 

"I feel harsh winds of autumn blow cold fear 
so I must follow leaves along the river, 
blown anywhere my heart may long to go, 
but I lay frozen in beautiful snow 
for mindless flicker of eternity." 
Pinocchio stares with no tears in his eyes. 

Taken aback by his strange sudden song, 
Caroline turns away to find the trail, 
but the small wooden boy grasps at her skirt, 
and follows stumbling as she strides away, 
so she lifts him on her hip with soft grin, 
and walks in evening breeze that blows her hair. 

"Afloat in timeless beauty of this hour," 
Pinocchio sings like twitter of the finch, 
"we seek strange wisdom in the holy flower 
that blooms from corpse of God in dreamless rain 
till blossoms of dead trees have blown away, 
and we are mute with words we fear to say." 

Stepping through door in her cottage of stone, 
nestled against steep hillside by the lake, 
Caroline sets the boy beside the table, 
but when she turns he grabs the cutting knife 
and pushes her down to tear off her dress, 
and she lies stunned in shock flat on her back. 

When he gasps done and rolls onto his back, 
Caroline leaps up and tries to escape, 
but he drags her back, so she kicks him hard, 
which hurls him stumbling in the hot hearth fire 
where he writhes screaming in fierce roar of flames 
till he vanishes into pile of ash. 

Pregnant with child of the wild forest boy, 
Caroline cautiously hunts in the woods 
each day for mushrooms, berries, eggs, and nuts, 
but nothing sinister lurks in the shadows, 
so she sits by the sparkling creek and cries 
while something strange transforms inside her womb. 

When she births son of the wild forest boy 
Caroline bears him in her trembling arms 
as she wades into the lake with intent 
to drown him in the waters of salvation, 
but he gazes at her with silver eyes, 
so she baptizes him and names him Charles. 

Mindless God Eye

Mindless God Eye
© Surazeus
2025 01 31

Reluctant to acknowledge why Death laughs 
at fragile humans focused on their craft 
to create meaning from goops of soft mud, 
I build enormous castle of baked bricks 
to shelter refugees from mindless storm 
so we can sing love songs during the war. 

Confused by laughter of the river snake 
at serious intent of obedient folk 
to praise the warm sun for rising again, 
I bend steamed boards of wood with humble chant 
to build hull of my world-exploring ship 
so we can sail across abyss of hope. 

Disturbed by laughter of the apple tree 
at pious prayers of people traumatized 
by bombs depuzzling everything they love, 
I gather seeds from ruins of the church 
to plant herbs of compassion in the grave 
where corpse of god rots into wriggling worms. 

Excited by laughter of joyous goats 
who prance in meadow of camellias 
that blossom from cracked skulls of warriors, 
I gather lost souls on the signless road 
to form community of honest folk 
who help each other survive bitter days. 

Denied my civil rights to freely laugh 
at how I lose myself to find myself 
by hoarding syllables of naked thought, 
I choose to endure starvation of faith 
that sharpens sensations of ecstasy 
from which I spring to dance in tears of rain. 

Confounded by laughter of hope for love 
through mystic monolog of desert streams 
where thirsty angels crawl on hands and knees, 
I map every road that leads to my heart 
which is not center of the universe 
where mindless God Eye dreams itself in me. 

Concealed by veil of mist on Lone Tree Hill 
that laughs at haughty pride of the Moon Wolf 
who operates book shop on the ocean cliff, 
I write with blood of angels in blank book 
chronicle of my destiny I choose 
by swerving randomly on road of life. 

Erased by laughter of the empty sky 
at how immortal soul of genes designs 
this mortal body of my present life, 
I cannot see which face I wear today 
when I gaze in mirror of the forest pool 
till I fall and drown in my memories. 

Fall Of King Joculus

Fall Of King Joculus
© Surazeus
2025 01 31

With toot of horn and cackle of wild jest 
King Joculus arrives in Washington 
to trample on the blood-stained flag of pride 
and then defund your private psychic quest 
to map the multiverse for everyone 
who bears conceptual treasure they must hide. 

Tattooed with mental sigils of regret, 
King Joculus stands on the mountain top 
to chat with demon in the burning bush 
about how to reprogram our mindset 
so everyone believes that he is God 
though he scams his followers of their cash. 

Daring Jesus to play Russian roulette, 
King Joculus then swipes his Crown of Thorns 
and proclaims himself by legal command 
to be messiah of the alphabet, 
but Joshua suggests that we blow our horns 
which blows walls of his fortress into sand. 

Presiding over jousting tournament, 
King Joculus delights when bold knights clash 
in brutal combat to enforce his word 
as national law without precedent 
while tossing our Bill of Rights in the trash 
before he tries to shoot the mocking bird. 

Rewriting history of our nation-state 
so fake fables may glorify his deeds, 
King Joculus burns books of heretics 
who dare expose true nature of his fate 
when he demands we recite his false creeds 
because too many are fooled by his tricks. 

Aggrieved that prophet of the singing whale 
reveals corrupt state of his character, 
King Joculus hangs him on the phone pole 
to hide the fact his efforts always fail 
for he is more Bacchus than Jupiter, 
pretending tyranny is not his goal. 

Drunk on raw power as proud Head of State, 
King Joculus blames everything gone wrong 
on diverse persons opposed to his rule, 
but he cannot evade his tragic fate 
like Saddam and Muammar caught by the throng, 
though we realize he is Plutonian tool. 

After crushing everything we hold dear, 
King Joculus cannot escape his fall 
since tyranny is too hard to enforce 
for longer than apocalypse of fear, 
because Justice and Liberty for all 
will prevail through universal discourse. 

State Of White Privilege

State Of White Privilege
© Surazeus
2025 01 30

The white horse of social analysis 
gallops across the plain of singing ghosts 
so Hercules wrestles river of snakes 
to cleanse the American halls of power 
swamped by the greed of oligarchic clowns 
who steal keys to the kingdom from dead Christ. 

The white horse of conceptual innuendo 
likes to turn humans on to the starlight 
so we are awed by mystery of the Eye 
that always seems to watch us from the sky 
till we reverse the mask we choose to wear 
as mirror that reflects psychology. 

The white horse of the psychic manifesto 
presents the moon goddess in Silver Cloud, 
her starship she flies over city maze 
to beam up holy warriors of the heart 
who join her justice squad to fight the power 
that legislates regressive policies. 

The white horse of mental paralysis 
deals cards on the gambling table of faith 
to cheat the clown who thinks he owns the world 
by prancing on the stage with childish glee, 
distracting us so he can steal the key 
that opens pearly gates of paradise. 

The white horse from the lake of Tantalus 
gives fruit he stole from sacred Tree of Life 
to everyone who walks the signless road 
on quest to find the Ring of Zathamar 
which gives the bearer weird ability 
to perceive the whole flow of history. 

The white horse of the Queen of Mexico 
who tours along the Mississippi River 
describes how Mercury designed the lyre 
from rib cage of the haughty dinosaur 
who signs executive orders all day 
while helicopters and airplanes collide. 

The white horse of the golden piccolo, 
prancing down Champs-Elysees Avenue, 
considers why the theater is dead 
though Brecht and Ibsen live inside our head 
with tales of haunted heroines who fight 
for right to control their reproductive choices. 

The white horse of oneiric calculus 
casts wicked spell of multicultural rites 
which we gather at witching hour of night 
to perform against regime of King Midas 
whose greedy touch turns everything to junk 
that bankrupts the state of white privilege. 

Barons Of False Wealth

Barons Of False Wealth
© Surazeus
2025 01 30

"Old sun is not our pineapple of love," 
Garsenda sings while strumming taut lute strings, 
"yet when I gaze at blankness of Blue Sky 
I have to wonder why I feel no fear 
that Death possesses people everywhere 
though no one knows the answer except God." 

"I slip into the future of my mind," 
Garsenda tells small turtle in the rain, 
"so I can be in two places at once, 
because in land of arrogance and hate 
humility and kindness are the way 
we find our way to light of paradise." 

"With heartless ache of psychic agony," 
Garsenda whispers to the rolling stone, 
"I name dark beasts of social tyranny 
who eat the bread and drink the wine of faith 
so we who work are left with nothing real 
except gold idol of our Angry God." 

"Through passionate trust in the Evermore," 
Garsenda weeps beneath the willow tree, 
"my heart enwombs the savior of the world 
who bears book of the covenant with grace 
till mob of minions by the tyrant paid 
dare crucify King of the World at dawn." 

"Based on remorse for holy word of law," 
Garsenda shouts at divine hurricane, 
"I shrive cold anguish of the Eucharist 
to resurrect from death the anarchist 
who wrestles river from traditioned course 
to flush revolting barons of false wealth." 

"Now we shall raze all icons to the ground," 
Garsenda howls with laughter of the owl, 
"so we can build religion based on truth 
that we are atoms swerving in the void 
who incarnate immortal soul of genes 
in bodies of our children till we die." 

"So wake the scourger from tomb of despair," 
Garsenda preaches to the hungry choir, 
"who slits the throat of tyranny with hope 
that we can find in trash of fatal art 
arcane code to calculate the dream chart 
that leads us to the holy land of birth." 

"These lies I carve on Tablets of the Law," 
Garsenda croons to crowd of dancing lovers, 
"corrupt our mental programs with weird thoughts 
that everyone is equal in the law 
and no one should apply their privilege 
to lock the gates of paradise to all." 

Sea-Eyed Child Of Cetus

Sea-Eyed Child Of Cetus
© Surazeus
2025 01 30

Soft silver laughter of the waterfall 
washes regret of passion from her mind 
when Andromeda stretches on the rock 
with ache of loneliness to feel warm kiss 
of sunlight spark her heart to open wide 
and receive faithful whisper of the wind. 

Rising from depths of the sorrowful sea, 
Cetus shakes water off long tangled hair 
and strides across broad beach of pungent sand 
to show Andromeda large fish he caught, 
who blushes as she gazes in his eyes, 
then roasts it over fire she tends with care. 

Grasping twisted branch of the olive tree, 
Andromeda screams in heart-wrenching pain 
as she gives birth to sea-eyed child of Cetus 
who wriggles in his arms and cries aloud 
with roar of ocean waves whipped by wild wind, 
then cradles him beaming smile of joy. 

Cooing as she breastfeeds their new-born son, 
Andromeda gazes entranced with love 
in large eyes with green surrounded by blue 
like the island surrounded by the sea, 
so she names her child Nereus to honor 
her grandfather born from Pontus and Gaia. 

While Andromeda lounges in large cave, 
teaching Nereus how to express words 
that signify objects our eyes perceive, 
Cetus attacks sea monster with long neck, 
then roasts its meat on flat-type pyramid 
and wears dragon skull on his head as crown. 

While people dance around small pyramid 
to drink and sing with joyful reverie, 
Perseus appears with long wind-blown cape 
and declares with aggressive voice of pride 
he will marry Andromeda as wife 
and crown her queen to rule his olive farm. 

Twirling trident as he laughs with contempt, 
Cetus battles Perseus on the beach 
who cracks his skull with dominating blow 
because his brass wand with emerald tip 
breaks iron trident with contemptuous strikes, 
then howls in victory over corpse of Cetus. 

While Perseus drags Andromeda away, 
binding her hands tight with possessive rope, 
she weeps and calls out to her little son, 
so Nereus stands small among shocked crowd 
and cries with anguish for her to come back, 
then runs down to the sea to catch some fish. 

Justice Through The Law

Justice Through The Law
© Surazeus
2025 01 30

Standing before journalists with cameras 
on heightened steps before the House of Power, 
the Revolutionary Leader smiles 
to announce his surrender to the law 
since he succeeded in his noble goal 
to restore progress of democracy. 

Now that the tyrant has been overthrown, 
and democracy restored to our state, 
I declare the purpose of government 
is to protect individual citizens 
against all exploitation and abuse, 
not to assist business exploiting the people. 

Inspired by this principle of respect 
focused on funding programs that support 
the People to pursue their happiness, 
I lead this justice squad of honest men 
to remove the evil tyrant from power 
through necessary exertion of force. 

Contrary to this noble principle 
which should animate our democracy, 
this greedy businessman had seized control 
by suppressing votes that chose his opponent, 
and tried to impose fascist oligarchy 
that centralized control in his small hands. 

Compelled by necessity of armed force 
to answer clarion call of history, 
because the federal law failed to obstruct 
his fascist coup against our government, 
I lead this justice squad of honest men 
to remove this foul cancer from our land. 

Today I have removed cruel tyranny 
by exercising right of common men 
to arrest greedy oligarchic tyrants 
and restore function of our government, 
based on established precedent of right, 
to the legal successor to take power. 

The ancient law of power would allow 
the one who removes the king to be king, 
but I refuse to seize the crown of state 
for I would become the tyrant I removed, 
so, since the legal successor to power 
has been sworn in, I submit to the law. 

Though I had to fight to remove the tyrant, 
I had exercised violence to achieve 
this aim of preserving democracy, 
so you must now arrest me with respect, 
and sentence me with justice through the law, 
for I sacrificed myself to save our state. 

Dancing By The Lake

Dancing By The Lake
© Surazeus
2025 01 29

Through golden absolute of singing stars 
that weave our brains from pure atomic light, 
Anita paints conceptual platitudes 
as rugged mountain range that writhes with trees 
of graceful flames which dance in ecstasy 
while river current undulates blue eyes. 

Adjusting eye-phone in extended hands, 
Anita films while her best friend forever 
Shahida dances cutely in short skirt 
while singing with her favorite romance song 
about her unrequited love for Mike 
who pretends not to notice as she flirts. 

Giggling as they review her video, 
Shahida and Anita discuss how 
they can improve her choreographic style, 
then sip icecream floats with artistic pride 
as they watch count of views and likes increase 
when they load it on her tiktok account. 

Skipping together on the market street, 
they squeal pleased at its popularity, 
amazed so many people in the world 
express effusive praise of admiration 
for graceful style she performs with elan, 
then embrace and cry as they bid farewell. 

Annoyed she must leave land where she was born, 
Shahida gripes on plane to Pakistan 
that she was born and raised in Arkansas, 
then pouts when her father with cold stern voice 
demands that she obey Islamic law 
and behave with calm demure modesty. 

Feeling imprisoned in home of his birth, 
Shahida chafes against authority 
her father asserts with masculine pride, 
so she sips out and visits city park 
where she films herself dancing by the lake 
in sync with her favorite Taylor Swift song. 

Walking home as she gazes at her phone, 
excited by the many views and likes 
her dance video elicits from admirers, 
Shahida stumbles startled, and stops shocked 
when shadow of her angry father looms, 
and cries surprised when he shoots at her heart. 

"You are my father who created me 
and cherished me with love since I was small, 
allowing me to live free as I wish, 
so how could you eradicate my life 
to assuage your precious masculine ego 
fragile with toxic weakness of false pride?" 

Find Each Other Again

Find Each Other Again
© Surazeus
2025 01 29

Raising her hand with sudden flash of joy, 
Leudrada grasps when snow falls on her hair, 
shaken loose from pine limbs by the dark crow 
that glows as shadow in the sun-bright day, 
then grins amused when it flutters away, 
and caws at beauty of the frosted world. 

While cutting tufts of grass from snowy bank 
to feed his horse that had to walk all day, 
Answardus pauses with shock of surprise 
to hear sweet laughter echo in the woods, 
so he advances toward the fair voice, 
enchanted by perfection of her song. 

Answardus pauses while Leudrada sings. 
"When pale Phoebus glows in the eastern sky 
Aurora sheds ethereal light on Earth, 
so sunlight glitters on swollen sea waves 
as shadows flicker on the snowed hillslope." 
At sudden crack of twigs she twirls around. 

Blushing when the elegant blonde-haired girl 
stares at him fiercely with ice-morning eyes, 
Answardus steps forward with bold impulse 
and offers jar of pear wine he had brewed. 
"Accept gift of wine as apology 
for intruding on your calm solitude." 

Swiping jar from his hand with charming smirk, 
Leudrada drinks pear wine with gusty laugh, 
then grabs his hands and curtsies as he bows, 
so they perform the lively almain dance 
with graceful prance around tall stately pine, 
then laugh and smile as they exchange their names. 

"Though we just met on journeys of our lives," 
Leudrada squints at him with curious grin, 
"I feel connection bond our separate hearts 
to flash our strangeness with familiar glow 
as if we met each other long ago 
and spent years to find each other again." 

"My quick heart mirrors feelings you express 
and share your sense of familiar respect," 
Answardus replies while feeding his horse, 
"so I pledge troth of strong fidelity 
to honor you with loyalty of love, 
surmounting obstacles to marry you." 

Holding hands with new confident resolve, 
Leudrada and Answardus stride to town, 
discussing steps to formalize their love, 
then they pause and glance up into the pine 
to see the crow that brushed snow on her hair 
gazing at them with sparkle in her eyes. 

Forge Dream Keys

Forge Dream Keys
© Surazeus
2025 01 29

To forge dream keys that open doors of time, 
Gardwinus garden-friend digs rocks from cave, 
hauls minerals in two-wheeled wagon of hope, 
and melts them to liquid state with hot fire 
which he pours in clay molds of psychic faith, 
then cools conceptual curls in magic keys. 

Inserting Mirror Key in Door of Truth, 
Gardwinus grasps Pen of Authority 
firm in Oval Office of the White House, 
and signs into law compassionate bills 
that support women who raise children well 
to create not destroy in game of life. 

Inserting Shadow Key in Door of Lies, 
Gardwinus twirls gem-eyed Wand of Zambor 
to battle Serpent King with rainbow wings 
whose Plutonian mask hides his hateful lust, 
then chases Midas out of the White House 
where he grovels afraid in the waste land. 

Inserting Mending Key in Door of Pain, 
Gardwinus draws water from Odin Well 
to brew healing potions with herbs of love 
in faith-bubbling cauldron of Ceridwen 
who tends wounded refugees from cruel war 
so they can return to their bomb-out homes. 

Inserting Echo Key in Door of Thought, 
Gardwinus opens Book of Names and Deeds 
to record regime characters of men 
chosen by fate to perform role of Leader, 
whether they exploit people for their gain 
or help people develop their skill-set. 

Inserting Nowhere Key in Door of Grace, 
Gardwinus leaps the multiverse of worlds 
to weave all iterations of the Self 
in whole complexion of his divine mind 
that binds his heart to spinning globe of growth 
where humans multiply from one First Mother. 

Inserting Timeshift Key in Door of Birth, 
Gardwinus drives swift piston-engine car 
on signless road of social energy 
through ever-expanding maze of world myths 
till he arrives home in his neighborhood 
where his wife and kids embrace him with joy. 

To forge dream keys of psychic energy 
from memories inside bones of our ancestors, 
Gardwinus garden-friend tends Tree of Life 
and Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil 
that grow behind his house on river shore 
where his children play free in paradise. 

Phoenix Of Zarathia

Phoenix Of Zarathia
© Surazeus
2025 01 29

"After Midas destroys America," 
shouts Cassandra on the busy street corner, 
"we, the people, with freedom in our hearts, 
will build new nation of Zarathia 
based on justice and liberty for all." 
Everyone ignores the prophet in fear. 

"Before the Phoenix of Zarathia 
can rise from ruins of America," 
Cassandra weeps alone on river shore, 
"cruel tyrant will destroy all we hold dear 
when that son of the Scottish immigrant 
drives brown immigrants back to Mexico." 

"Where can I hide from goons of tyranny 
in Eden Garden of Serenity?" 
Cassandra whispers to the old blind crow, 
who drops red mushroom in her open hand, 
then flaps wings of desolation to perch 
indifferent on silent telephone lines. 

Clutching her broken guitar in despair, 
Cassandra hides in narrow alleyway. 
"I see terrible vision on the wall 
that shows the white towers of Ilium 
burning when the violent mob attacks 
to storm the citadel of righteousness." 

"If we allow Golden Boy to return, 
his father, who appointed himself king 
when he stormed grand halls of power with greed, 
will crown his son successor to his reign, 
then cast the angels who oppose his rule 
from Heaven when he fires them without cause." 

Taking his dazed girlfriend Cassandra home, 
Jake lies beside her in bed at midnight 
and wonders at the vision she describes. 
"So God and Lucifer in your weird tale 
stormed Heaven in revolt against King El, 
and then God crowned his son succeeding king?" 

"And in this religious myth of the past 
you see the present political state 
where the current president crowns himself 
monarch of the land, then fires rebel angels?" 
Jake grins when mute Cassandra nods her head 
with eyes wide from her visions of disaster. 

"Though his greed destroys our democracy 
to install oligarchy of the rich, 
like Ozymandias he will fall from pride 
when Sisyphus smashes idol with clay feet, 
and we will found new world of liberty 
through United States of Zarathia." 

America Singing Proud

America Singing Proud
© Surazeus
2025 01 28

"I can no longer hear," Cassandra gasps 
in fake shock, "America singing proud 
of its great democracy in the world 
in varied carols of the common folk 
with mouths closed against sad sarcastic songs." 
Winking, she puffs short cigarette and laughs. 

Twanging electric guitar on bar stage, 
Jake Kalinsky howls in the microphone. 
"I sing with voice of wild rebellious clown 
who tried to save Ophelia when she drowned 
though she was bitten by the Eden snake 
because we know how rich people are fake." 

Drinking old beer by the alleyway door, 
Cassandra and Jake talk about the ghost 
who haunts dark shadows of the open mind, 
then go back inside crowded smoky bar 
to scream another song into the void 
while everyone jumps up and down and screams. 

The mechanic shivers in the cold night, 
the carpenter hides from immigrant agents, 
the mason growls for contract work unpaid, 
the boatman drives the rumbling garbage truck, 
the shoemaker in China cuts her hand, 
and the mother cries for her autistic child. 

The programmer codes for seven days straight, 
the accountant conceals embezzlement, 
the stock broker scams eager amateurs, 
the marketer obfuscates product flaws, 
the hacker steals private medical data, 
and the senator hawks bribe-funded bills. 

"I can no longer hear America 
singing beautiful carols of their hearts," 
Cassandra sings with melancholy tune, 
"for every noble principle of law 
they trusted to enforce justice for all 
has been betrayed by greedy oligarchs." 

Five drunken frat boys on the football team 
throw beer bottles at Cassandra on stage, 
shouting, "How dare you insult our messiah, 
you evil woke witch lesbian liberal whore." 
Jake and his band of punk rockers attack 
and violent brawl spills out onto the street. 

After the police arrest everyone, 
Cassandra slouches in the empty bar 
and cries while clutching her broken guitar, 
then walks home alone in early dawn light 
where flags at half mast honor with sad sighs 
death of the last great honest president. 

Deep Voice Of Death

Deep Voice Of Death
© Surazeus
2025 01 28

Startled by pellucid beauty of time, 
Grannus pauses walking in field of grain 
and listens to the soft angelic voice 
of wind discuss strange mystery of the mind 
to analyze array of perceived facts 
and then assert holiness of its choice. 

While mowing wheat with the sharp honest scythe, 
Grannus hears faint cry slither in the grass 
of some woman in distress, so he runs 
to find Damona, fragile as swift deer, 
bruised and bleeding under the rowan tree, 
as seven men escape into the woods. 

Cradling young wounded woman in his arms, 
Grannus bears her to healing temple hall 
where Sirona heals her body with care, 
but Damona cries every day from pain, 
demanding justice for insulting crime 
committed by Borbanus and his sons. 

Giving him black robe, Sirona declares, 
"Grannus, guardian of justice and right, 
hunt down Borbanus and his evil sons 
for they violated her sacred right 
as woman to choose whose child she will bear, 
and punish them for their crime against love." 

While tending herd of cows on river plain, 
Borbanus lounges under huge oak tree 
to feast on roast steak and drink spicy wine, 
but chill of terror pierces his hard heart 
when he sees Death in long black flowing robe 
striding toward him with sharp scythe in his hand. 

Stumbling terrified and screaming for help, 
Borbanus races toward his hill-top fort 
where his sons and everybody in town 
watch as Death raises scythe with gleaming blade 
and slices off his head with graceful swipe, 
then holds his head up before the fort gate. 

Deep voice of Death bellows with divine law, 
"Now that Borbanus has paid for his crime 
of attempting to rape with selfish lust 
virgin woman he tried to make his wife, 
his sons who are accomplices in crime 
must also pay, so send them out to me." 

Pushed out the gate by people of the fort, 
six boys fall to their knees and cry for mercy 
as Death beheads the evil criminals, 
then Grannus strides away into the sunset 
to tell Damona justice has been served, 
who bakes him apple cake with gratitude. 

Plan To Save America

Plan To Save America
© Surazeus
2025 01 28

"Now who shall rally forth the Musketeers," 
Queen Mary cries on lonely hill of crows, 
"to fight against the wealthy puppeteers 
who lead conspiracy of techno-bros 
to incorporate through bank oligarchy 
our state that should secure our liberty?" 

Drunk in foul tavern on the river shore, 
Three Musketeers, who once bolstered the Crown, 
howl curses at grim shadow in the door, 
then leap into battle all over town 
when nineteen assassins with gleaming swords 
are all defeated by their witty words. 

Sneaking into the White House at midnight, 
on toes stealthy as fog-shadowy cats, 
Three Musketeers with goggles for night-sight, 
leap coils to dodge robotic bureaucrats 
while searching for evidence of the crime 
committed by King Midas to steal time. 

Finding ledger hidden inside the Bible 
that outlines their sinister fascist plan 
to crown him king and destroy every rival, 
supported by blue-suited Ku Klux Klan, 
Three Musketeers report with urgency 
in desperate hope to save democracy. 

Kneeling before Queen Mary in Star Cave, 
Three Musketeers report their evil plot, 
so she outlines her secret plan to save 
America from monarch on the yacht 
from which he means to hunt all rebels down 
who mock him as the sterile greedy clown. 

Removing gold mask of authority, 
Queen Mary reveals to Three Musketeers 
she is Minerva, Goddess Liberty, 
exalted by all roaming balladeers 
who sing in fairy-code wyrd prophecy 
that she will expand world democracy. 

Finding Sisyphus on Mount Zion peak, 
Three Musketeers help aim his rolling stone 
to smash idol of Midas with clay feet 
that knocks cruel traitor off the Judgment Throne 
which frees America from tyranny 
enforced by devil with the felony. 

Tending their wounds from fight to save the world, 
Minerva encourages them with faith, 
"Our fight will be hard, but the cosmic herald 
will appear with magic wand of the wraith 
to secure freedom and justice for all 
brave enough to heed my clarion call." 

Homeless In Urban Maze

Homeless In Urban Maze
© Surazeus
2025 01 28

Extensive passion of soul expertise, 
based on how well angel brains synthesize, 
rewards scarcity of acknowledged truth 
through strict abundance of collected facts 
when minds recognize patterns of blind faith 
to weave new visions from disparate dreams. 

When his shadow disappears from the world, 
though the sun shines brighter than ever before, 
he buries his thoughts and dreams in the Earth, 
then paves its grave with cement of despair 
to build foundation for philosophy 
that the world as we know it always ends. 

So when cement chunks fall from glowing clouds 
he suspects the old foundations of faith, 
on which palaces of Heaven are built, 
are starting to crumble and fall apart 
from anguish of doubts souls dare not express 
while they go about their daily routines. 

Though he escaped from cliff of punishment 
about two hundred fifty years ago, 
Prometheus still rattles chains of fear 
from cuffs clamped tight around his crippled hands 
that drag behind him on cold city streets 
when he wanders homeless in urban maze. 

Tall stone pagoda on the green lake shore 
writhes with serpentine grace of innocence 
when the White Snake Goddess of mortal love 
thrives from energy of unspent desire 
to buzz with hot electric hope of faith 
through revolution of the Divine Eye. 

Though we share amities of honest faith, 
supported well by intelligent wings 
to ebb with murmurous tides of the sea, 
each person stands on stone of solitude 
to measure transformation of the mind 
in patterns synchronized with moral laws. 

With brutal hatred of the wounded soul 
that drives too many people into Hell, 
we seek in darkness of the frightened heart 
fabulous beauty of unearthly trust 
contrived as treasure of the worthy one, 
homeless in urban maze of the world empire. 

Still searching for elusive liberty 
to break his hands free from conceptual chains, 
clamped on his wrists by oligarchic gods, 
Prometheus rattles gold White House gates 
and cries out to blind angels in the sky 
who never answer vain prayer of his heart. 

Driving In Their Cars

Driving In Their Cars
© Surazeus
2025 01 27

The old wizard whose face no one can see 
walks crooked highway of diamond-eyed skulls 
to preach salvation of the blooming flower 
to people driving in their cars to work 
who see nothing more than flicker of light 
flash briefly through drizzle of purple rain. 

Raising wand with emerald tip overhead 
to channel bright lightning of Jupiter, 
Zambor proclaims dire prophecy of doom 
to people driving in their cars to work 
who hear nothing more than thunderous crack 
that shakes the tower where oligarchs plot. 

With eyes that glare into the human soul 
through psychic anguish of the Holy Book 
Zambor unveils revelation of change 
to people driving in their cars to work 
who feel nothing more than impatient hope 
for wealth that always glimmers out of reach. 

Exposing stratagem of oligarchs 
to supervise Corporate America, 
Zambor cries warning with Cassandra voice 
to people driving in their cars to work 
who sense nothing more than vibe of unease 
shake foundation under empire of banks. 

Confused by numb indifference of their hearts 
diseased by outrage at false enemies, 
Zambor explains with logical discourse 
to people driving in their cars to work 
how they have been enslaved by unconcern 
to praise the tyrant as their new messiah. 

Leading spirits of warriors killed in war 
when they fought fascists for democracy, 
Zambor demonstrates before the White House 
to people driving in their cars to work 
in fight to oppose corporate billionaires 
but they fluff into snowflakes in the wind. 

Inspired by noble heart of Liberty 
who shelters refugees from holy wars, 
Zambor legislates equal rights for all 
to people driving in their cars to work 
who assert privilege of the master race 
to exploit labor of the working poor. 

Preaching liberty and justice for all 
while holding banner dripping stripes of blood, 
Zambor founds new state of Zarathia 
for people driving in their cars to work 
who wander through ruins of America, 
searching for their dreams that crumble to dust. 

War-Rubbled Road

War-Rubbled Road
© Surazeus
2025 01 27

Through readjustment of the homeward sign 
the crow from fractured television screen 
soars laughing over maze of crowded streets 
to scatter demon seeds as psychic baits 
that trap conceptual minds in Wonderland 
for which cruel Cinderella is so fond. 

"Sit down with me on park bench of despair 
and let me pluck crow feathers from your hair 
while I tell story of the fallen god 
who was famous till exposed as the fraud 
for scamming people of money and dreams 
by casting sweet erotic spells of seems." 

Except for migrants on war-rubbled road 
who wander waste land of the mocking toad 
we drive to work each day to do the thing 
that keeps us bound with psychedelic ring 
to bull economy of our great state 
because nobody can escape their fate. 

Whacking the raven on its fragile head, 
Cinderella wonders if God is dead, 
because nobody ever answers prayers 
despite her analysis of deep layers 
composing matrix of the human brain 
that programs memories of the shrieking train. 

Clutching her head as she rocks on the lawn, 
Cinderella wonders why it is dawn 
thirteen thousand years after she was born 
so she chomps with hunger on bitter corn 
and shouts at shadows hiding in the bank 
who refuse to pay after her yacht sank. 

Twisted by confusing government rules 
which create prisons out of public schools, 
Cinderella rides white horse of false pride 
to parade down empty streets where ghosts hide 
in books that run with foxes in the woods 
to record events in poor neighborhoods. 

Because nothing in world of images 
is like anything in dreams of hostages, 
Cinderella calls Jesus on the phone 
but he tells her he wants to be alone, 
so she rides the merry-go-round in tears 
to explore the world for ten thousand years. 

Though chimes of freedom ring across the land 
at sudden strike of the divine god-hand, 
Cinderella extends umbrella heart 
to shelter people getting torn apart, 
but millions of the disenfranchised cry 
as bloody tears flow from her wounded eye. 

Naiad Of The Water Well

Naiad Of The Water Well
© Surazeus
2025 01 27

Falling leaves clutter meadow of her heart 
with shadowy fears of terrible danger 
so Appias crouches in ring of stones 
which she erects to camouflage her soul, 
then digs small pool to drink from shining spring 
while alert for monsters lurking outside. 

Startled awake at gleam of chilly dawn, 
Appias finds herself neck-deep in water 
because ring of stones she built now contains 
spring water sparkling up to its high brim, 
so she emerges dripping from her well 
and sits in grass to dry off in sunlight. 

Surprised to see the sturdy ring of stones, 
that forms hollow well, captures pool of water, 
Appias dips hands in clear liquid blueness 
and drinks sweet liquor springing from the Earth, 
then eats purple figs hanging from long limbs 
and listens to the golden oriole sing. 

When wild gang of boys muddy from their hunt 
swarm her secret grove, trampling violets, 
Appias shouts and twirls sturdy oak wand 
to prevent them soiling pool of her spring 
that shimmers over brim of her stone well, 
so they back away and obey her words. 

Kneeling with reverence at her command, 
gang of wolf boys patiently wait their turn 
as she dips turtle shell in sparkling water 
and pours it over their heads to baptize 
their bodies clean with spirit of the Earth, 
then holds the shell so each boy drinks his fill. 

Performing cleansing ritual every evening, 
Appias keeps gang of twelve wolf boys clean, 
and they erect twelve poles around her grove 
to form wood fort protecting her from harm 
where they stand guard as she hosts travelers 
who kneel and pray as she baptizes them. 

Erecting pointed roof over twelve pillars, 
Romulus directs wolf boys to construct 
temple to protect Appias and her well 
where she performs the rite of cleansing souls 
each afternoon for crowds of worshippers 
who praise generosity of her heart. 

When Appias dies after sixty years 
reigning as Naiad of the Water Well, 
Romulus places laurel wreath of power 
on head of Roma, daughter of his seed 
whom Appias bore under the full moon, 
so she strews violet blooms on her mother. 

Huldah Glides Gracefully

Huldah Glides Gracefully
© Surazeus
2025 01 27

Aware she feels nothing like anxious hope, 
that other people hide behind nice smiles, 
Huldah glides gracefully in teeming crowd 
of women shopping in the marketplace, 
then pauses to gaze at the ziggurat 
where the faceless man rules over the world. 

"We humans must appear as small as ants 
to eye of the god-man who rules on high, 
but each individual soul in mortal flesh 
contains divine spirit of energy 
which emanates the same from every soul, 
no less divine than that arrogant man." 

Purchasing loaf of rye bread from Keres, 
who accepts coin stamped with face of Shamash, 
Huldah returns to mud house by the river 
where Hadad fills basket with mangar fish, 
lounges in shade of the date-laden palm, 
and watches flock of egrets in the reeds. 

"Heavy as sun-baked bricks in heat of noon, 
my heart buzzes with nameless anxious fear 
as if some terrible thing will appear 
and destroy this tranquil state of calm peace, 
and this dark fear urges me to perform 
dramatic deed to save myself from death." 

Animated by terror in her heart, 
Huldah races through crowded market streets, 
past dozens of ziggurats with estates, 
and up steep steps past startled guards with spears 
into grand court hall where God Shamash reigns 
just as Kingu shoots arrow at his heart. 

Leaping forward with compassionate cry, 
Huldah throws herself in front of the arrow 
that pierces her shoulder with tearing pain 
so she falls back in strong arms of Shamash 
who gazes deep in her eyes with surprise 
while guards stab Kingu with spears till he dies. 

Caressing her cheek as she lies in bed 
after healers clean and bandage her wound, 
Shamash smiles, "Ever since we were small wolves 
running wild along the river each day, 
you have saved me from harm, and taught me well 
to treat every soul with equal respect." 

Shamash cries, "Perform role of Queen Ishtar, 
and bear children who will reign after us." 
Smiling and kissing his cheek with respect, 
Huldah leaves and descends ziggurat steps, 
then returns home on the gold river shore 
where she eats roast fish with bread and grape wine. 

Ennui Of The Crocodile

Ennui Of The Crocodile
© Surazeus
2025 01 26

Aching with ennui of the crocodile, 
detached from stark lessons of history, 
Faustus draws sigil in the parking lot 
to summon Zepar from cavern of hell, 
but Zaleos appears in flash of light 
to make him love Titus Andronicus. 

Sending Zaleos to the grocery store 
to buy six pack of beer and cigarettes, 
Faustus flips channels on the television 
that opens portal into Naraka 
which allows thousands of monster-faced demons 
to escape and form motorcycle gangs. 

Deep inside roar of cars on the highway 
just outside Dallas on the Texas plain, 
strange haunting music curls up from the sea 
to penetrate his heart with ache for love, 
so Faustus opens sliding door to gaze 
astonished at the blaze of flashing lights. 

Enormous saucer-shaped starship floats low 
above tops of oak trees by the highway, 
and from bright pulsing beam he sees descend 
Lan Caihe, graceful woman with long hair 
who plays enchanting melody of hope 
on white jade flute carved from mountain of ghosts. 

Moon-black eyes beam micro-rays of starlight 
that spray purple haze in his dreamless brain 
so Faustus embraces delicate girl 
whose silky hanfu gown envelops him 
in fluttering swirls of sweet hypnotic hope 
as she carries him up into her ship. 

When Zaleos returns with beer and pizza, 
he sees fairy goddess with diamond eyes 
abduct his master in crystal starship, 
so he transforms into enormous dragon 
and roars to rescue him, but she plays flute 
that traps his spirit in dilithium crystal. 

Zooming starship from Earth to outers pace, 
Lan Caihe lands on planet Jupiter 
where she leads Faustus gently by the hand 
to ride turtle-shell boat on honey river 
past tangerine trees on marmalade hills 
where they make love by the fountain of ghosts. 

Waking bleary-eyed in apartment room, 
Faustus opens curtains to blink in sunlight, 
then sits on the bed to smoke cigarette 
while the Chinese girl he met at the bar 
hugs his waist and smiles, "Now that we are married, 
you can work at the bank my father owns." 

Free Will Of Faithful Love

Free Will Of Faithful Love
© Surazeus
2025 01 26

His heart far out on blue bay watershine, 
Azrael floats over reeds like cool breeze 
that ruffles hair of children catching fish 
who follow Elasah on winding path 
back to village of huts among oak trees 
where their mothers roast fish over small fires. 

Walking back down to shore of the bright bay, 
Elasah confronts the angel of death. 
"Azrael, why are you following me? 
Did my father Eloh in his dark cave 
discover Jedidah will be my wife? 
He should respect her choice to marry me." 

Emerging from chilly shadow of fear, 
Azrael grips throat of the young shipwright. 
"You and your father with your privilege 
of wealth and ownership of all this land 
take everything, and leave nothing for us." 
Growling with angst, he lets Elasah go. 

"Before I joined angelic host of Eloh, 
and trained for combat with weapons of death, 
I met Jedidah with her emerald eyes 
while we both worked in Eden Apple Orchard, 
and we pledged to marry that harvest moon, 
but Eloh took her for his concubine." 

Slouching on wave-smooth boulder by the bay, 
Azrael growls, "I am not mad at you, 
for I am grateful that you rescued her, 
and freed her from selfish grasp of your father, 
but my heart aches with sorrow of despair 
because she chose you now instead of me." 

Young graceful girl from tree shadow appears 
and Jedidah kneels on the sandy beach. 
"Azrael, my heart will always be yours. 
I want to marry you as we had pledged, 
but I fear you will reject me as wife 
because I am no longer clean and pure." 

Kneeling before her in sand as she weeps, 
Azrael grasps her shoulders with sharp cry. 
"Intention of your heart to marry me 
because you love me and nobody else 
imbues your heart and soul with purity, 
so I accept you if you choose me first." 

After Jedidah and Azrael embrace 
and kiss with passionate pledge of true love, 
Elasah binds their hands with eglantine 
and declares, "With free will of faithful love 
your two hearts are bound as one mind in faith, 
so I rejoice at your union in marriage." 

Houses Of Our Bones

Houses Of Our Bones
© Surazeus
2025 01 26

We make beautiful houses of our bones 
so we can hide from mental predators 
in shelters camouflaged with broken limbs 
that fall from the Tree of Knowledge at dawn 
cracked by mocking storm of arrogant lies 
till we all get jobs as government spies. 

We are the only people in the world 
hiding wings in our lungs with special care, 
safe in grass of Mount Moriah with goats 
who teach us how to talk about our souls 
discarded with trash in the wordless wells 
stuck in dictionaries our pastor sells. 

We build tables from tombstones of dead gods 
so we can feast on fruits our labor yields 
in middle of the city where Death waits 
for everyone to leave church after noon 
where Gorgon asks Perseus on a date 
so he decides to go along with fate. 

We refuse to howl at the end of time, 
stuck in the chapel by the lake of fish, 
yet sing in harmony with whistling trains 
that make the world shudder when they pass by 
the cemetery where corpses emerge, 
resurrected through the government purge. 

We give each other presents filled with air 
so we appreciate the nothing of death 
based on treasures in attic of the mind 
we find and sell to strangers passing by 
while lounging on the front porch of our home 
and ponder this urge to go out and roam. 

We splinter our souls against wall of pride, 
attempting to assimilate our souls 
with strangers in the land of laughing clowns 
who walk their dogs in river parks all day 
as bombs destroy the homes where we once played 
and disassemble brains of those who stayed. 

We cook our memories at the barbecue 
inside the palace of one thousand rooms 
to worship idol of the noble boy 
who sacrificed himself to save the world 
which leaves him hanging on electric pole 
because anybody can play his role. 

We discover many ways to perceive 
multiple aspects of one spinning globe 
since there are many ways to analyze 
secret meaning of most common events 
which code the blues to cure our loneliness 
for all must cross Bridge of Forgetfulness. 

Maze Of Banging Doors

Maze Of Banging Doors
© Surazeus
2025 01 26

Setting tarot cards on table of truth, 
the fortune-teller with ten thousand eyes 
explains his future to the angry man 
that he will become the wolf without teeth 
whose words become wild swarm of stinging bees 
so he slouches by the river and cries. 

Attempting to escape the circus tent, 
the trapeze lady sprouts eight sparrow wings 
and flies through tear in the fabric of time 
to fly across the maze of banging doors 
because the moon wails in her burning brain 
fractured into ten thousand languages.

Dancing on the old wood theater stage, 
the ballerina hiding angel wings 
falls in love with the arrogant buffoon 
who makes her quit her job to stay at home 
and cook spaghetti for his gang of wolves 
but she works as typist at the garage. 

Startled from reverie by eerie cry, 
Cinderella hears mercurial voice 
of Icarus above the factory roof, 
so she abandons the assembly line 
and runs outside into cold swirling snow 
to find him hanging on electric lines. 

Gathering with her on the deserted road, 
the fortune-teller with the trapeze lady, 
and the ballerina clutching her gun, 
discuss how to disentangle from wires 
the wingless angel hanging upside down 
who smiles and pretends that he is all right. 

Crawling from ruins of his burned-down house, 
Cassandrus joins them on the lone highway 
to tell them the situation is dire 
because China and Russia will unite 
to divide America east and west 
by fooling them Midas is their messiah. 

Organizing effort with unique roles, 
Cinderella and the Witches of Oz 
rescue Icarus and repair his wings, 
so they walk together in the waste land, 
discussing signs of the apocalypse 
while Cassandrus follows behind and pouts. 

Placing hand on his shoulder with a grin, 
Cinderella tells Cassandrus, "Though we 
believe your prophecies of global doom, 
we cannot panic or despair with hate, 
for we must work together to rebuild 
democracy from ruins of tyranny." 

Sacred Scroll Of Law

Sacred Scroll Of Law
© Surazeus
2025 01 25

When he hears thunder rumble in the sky 
that shakes his faith in honor of mankind, 
some spirit deep inside his startled heart 
advises him to map the end of time 
that he should stay alert with cautious hope, 
aware of doom that stalks the frightened world. 

Scratching at cold hard dirt with bleeding hands, 
Hilkiah digs under ruins of stone walls 
with desperate anguish of the raven cry 
till he finds long brass tube inscribed with glyphs 
that glitters in winter sunlight of hope 
as he pries ancient treasure from the Earth. 

"Commissioned by Josiah, King of Judah, 
to repair temple of Jerusalem," 
Hilkiah proclaims with solemn dignity, 
"I feel that celestial spirit of Eloh 
guided me to this corner of the ruins 
so I would find this treasure from the past." 

Uncapping brass tube with aggressive faith, 
Hilkiah retrieves thick scroll of leather skin 
to unroll it on half-toppled stone wall, 
and gazes with awe at delicate lines 
which record the law that Moses composed 
with blood of angels in Mount Sinai cave. 

"These words awake strange vision in my mind 
that conjures through virtual model of light 
architectural design of structured rites 
that guide behavior humans may perform 
to enhance bright energy of the soul 
so we perceive truth basic to our world. 

Striding swiftly across the bleak waste land, 
Hilkiah cradles brass tube with sacred scroll, 
leaping over scorpions, dodging swift hawks, 
and battling fierce wolves with serpentine rod 
handed down to him from Aaron through Shallum, 
but falls exhausted in the wilderness. 

Placing brass tube with sacred scroll of law 
in hands of Shaphan, his faithful assistant, 
Hilkiah begs, "Take this scroll Moses composed 
safely to hands of Josiah, our king, 
then return to escort me with kind courage 
to rebuild grand Temple of Solomon." 

Accepting sacred treasure of the law, 
Shaphan travels around wind-blasted hills 
to kneel before Josiah on wood throne 
who caresses ancient scroll in brass tube 
with reverent awe, then stands before the crowd 
to read words of Yahweh to his lost people. 

Sweet Silence Of Time

Sweet Silence Of Time
© Surazeus
2025 01 25

Listening to rain splatter on maple leaves 
on the mountain slope by the rocky stream, 
Kuro stares blindly in the moonless night. 
Holding the warm black stone in his left hand, 
he hears kerplash in the old silent pond 
when the frog leaps into silence of time. 

After writing poem on paper of his heart 
that describes wind blowing in leafless trees, 
Kuro eats persimmon sweet as lost hope. 
Though cicadas cry near the river shore, 
wrens noiselessly hop in the wind-blown grass 
and swallow their song in silence of time. 

"My life is brief as the cold moonless night," 
Kuro whispers to the wren on the sill, 
but I will wait till the moon shines again." 
When gold sun rises over hills of pine, 
he sees face of his father in the pond 
that shimmers with breath in silence of time. 

Red shadows of autumn evening transform 
into three men with swords that glint with fear 
as stars appear bright in the window frame. 
When the hawk descends from high mountain pine, 
Kuro twirls and swipes blade of courage quick 
that gleams drops of blood in silence of time. 

On sweet plum blossoms splattered with red blood 
dawn sun of hope shines with sudden surprise, 
exposing footprints on the mountain path. 
Thin layers of mist swirl slowly in pines 
as red plum blossoms fall on dark still lake, 
concealing sorrow in silence of time. 

Reaching out his hand with cautious intent, 
Kuro catches water from morning rain 
that spills from cup of the camellia. 
Gazing at the ripe plum cold in his hand, 
he listens to blue rain talk about home 
composed of blossoms from silence of time. 

When bush-warbler on handle of the hoe 
sings in plum-tree village by the field fence, 
children crowd around hut where Kuro sits. 
Bamboo-grass shadows on thin sliding doors 
flicker while he plays shakuhachi flute 
which enchants their hearts in silence of time. 

Voice of the river increases soft roar 
as Izumi climbs mountain trail of hope, 
wild-cherry blossoms spotting her black hair. 
White butterfly returns to thin plum branch 
as Kuro embraces his wife and cries, 
and they kiss to seal sweet silence of time. 

Beauty Of Her Hidden Pain

Beauty Of Her Hidden Pain
© Surazeus
2025 01 25

Holding the cracked stone of her wounded heart, 
Zixuan asks the tall willow by the lake 
why people ache with sorrow of the moon 
that seems to crumble into crystal snow 
swirling around her fragile flame of soul 
to erase all the ugliness of life. 

When the willow transforms into slim boy 
Zixuan offers cracked stone of her heart, 
so he accepts dark emptiness of pain 
and, kneeling by the silver lake of eyes, 
dips corrupted oval stone of despair 
to cleanse throbbing matrix of its frail frame. 

Dissolving into millions of small fish, 
the cracked stone of her heart releases flash 
of anguished passion on butterfly wings 
that flutter around her in restless swirls, 
so Zixuan reaches out both hands with awe, 
amazed at beauty of her hidden pain. 

Waking up at dawn to the alarm ring, 
Zixuan dresses and hurries out the door 
to catch the bus trundling down city streets, 
where she ponders meaning of the strange dream, 
then runs from elevator to her desk 
where she sits down just in time to begin. 

While typing numbers in spreadsheet of costs 
to calculate rate of profit and loss, 
Zixuan feels weird glow of transcendent faith 
radiate from center of the universe 
so she floats on fairy wings of desire 
to fly through maze of ever-winding time. 

"So how can I touch your time on my way 
to destiny hidden in cave of love 
where every soul who ever lived on Earth 
floats faceless in diamond eyes of my heart?" 
Zixuan softly sings as she enters values, 
and peers around to make sure no one hears. 

Sudden hear-wrenching screams of abject terror 
shock her and everyone around from work, 
so, when Zixuan sees the man fired last week 
stabbing people as he runs down the aisle, 
she grabs large accounting book with both hands 
and whacks his face so hard he falls back stunned. 

Shaking with surprise as she drops the book, 
Zixuan cries while police swarm into the office, 
then sits and catches her breath to gain calm 
when young police woman records her statement. 
Walking down to the ancient lake of eyes, 
she finds turtle of her heart healed with love. 

But One Small Creature

But One Small Creature
© Surazeus
2025 01 25

Because she can imagine in her mind 
so many possible futures of life 
unfolding before her hesitant feet 
that lead to unknown outcomes, good or bad, 
Florence stands till under the rowan tree 
and listens to the robin sing instead. 

Narrow scope of her vision at her feet 
expands forever wider from her spot 
to enclose valley of river and trees 
with vibrant wholeness now round as her eye 
till sense of vastness overwhelms her heart 
and she feels her smallness on the huge Earth. 

"How large is this Earth of mountains and vales?" 
Florence asks the robins with sense of awe, 
but they keep chirping in their little world. 
"Just as the tree is the world to the bird, 
this vale consists of everything I know, 
but I cannot see beyond far dark hills." 

"Just as the bird is small in its huge tree, 
I am but one small creature on this Earth, 
so I can stand here alone on my spot, 
safe in this meadow of familiar trees 
where I have lived my entire span of life, 
or I can explore beyond my own world." 

Staring at the river sparkling with sunlight, 
Florence ponders which direction to start. 
"The river always flows one certain way, 
so I will go with the flow of its bright dream, 
and see how far it goes until it ends, 
most likely in the world-enclosing sea." 

She follows curvaceous flow of the river 
that winds among hills in thick crowded woods, 
where she treads lightly with cautious alertness, 
then onto broad open plain of hard winds, 
where she strides quickly into glowing haze, 
stopping to eat and rest each afternoon. 

Sliding down steep grassy slope to the beach, 
Florence marches out to edge of the world 
and stands imbued with wonder of wild joy 
to see boundless waves of the swirling sea. 
"The Earth is so much bigger than I thought, 
enormous globe that floats in sea of stars." 

Startled by sight of sturdy wooden boat 
that slides onto sand, Florence greets the man 
with silver eyes who steps boldly on shore 
with net of wriggling fish and shouts with joy. 
Roasting fish on the fire as the sun sets, 
Florence and Reynard eat and sing with love. 

If David Had Failed

If David Had Failed
© Surazeus
2025 01 24

The lark sparrow hops in the grassy pond 
beside marble statue half-sunk in mud 
depicting David that Bernini carved. 
Eating ripe apple in the Texas field, 
Marie imagines if David had failed, 
killed by Goliath who unstrung his harp. 

The pond is lonely for her honesty, 
wounded by rubber tires of travesty 
so Marie throws apple core at the sky 
who wakes with grumpiness to ask her why, 
but when she points at statue of the king 
the Sky God gives her his favorite ring. 

Fierce horseman approaches on dusty plain, 
hands grasping at wavery wisps of rain, 
so Marie mirrors to the Hungry Man 
true nature of his avaricious mind, 
"You take from people, but give nothing back, 
because kind decency is what you lack." 

Dragging statue of David from the mud, 
the Hungry Man smears the land with our blood, 
then erects idol of the Shepherd King 
killing the tyrant with his humble sling 
in the center of the Capitol Dome 
to imitate the proud Caesars of Rome. 

Standing at podium of the President, 
the Hungry Man defames the Seer of Kent. 
"David was a loser, and malcontent 
because his ego became turgescent 
and swollen with hatred, and arrogant, 
and nasty when he refused to pay rent." 

Raising her hand at the press conference, 
Marie presents several skulls of dead kings. 
"Jesus, Augustus, Krishna, Jupiter, 
Napoleon, Hitler, and Lucifer. 
These men all reigned over mankind with power 
but now they are food for the tree and flower." 

Staring in shock at the Mother of God, 
the Hungry Man hurls sharp spear at her heart, 
but she snatches it in her hand and grins. 
"Have mercy on the people in our country 
who are scared now of the hatred you bear, 
for we are all equal in sight of God." 

"Your hunger will destroy the world we love, 
so though you now possess the Golden Bough 
you will play scapegoat of the sacrifice 
that will cleanse the world with blood of the lamb." 
The Hungry Man flees in the wilderness 
where the Shepherd King defeats him with love. 

How Beautiful I Was

How Beautiful I Was
© Surazeus
2025 01 24

When the old woman in faded green dress 
asks Peter what he is doing, he sneers, 
"I am hanging out till the end of time." 
He gasps surprised when she gives a beer 
and slyly grins, "It will help to be drunk 
when the devils tear everything apart." 

Sitting together on splintered park bench, 
Peter and the old woman with gray hair 
say nothing at all while he drinks the beer. 
She laughs, "I met my husband on this bench 
just after I escaped from Buchenwald 
and sailed to England in small fishing boat." 

Staring sideways at her old wrinkled face, 
Peter chuckles and pulls down tattered sleeve 
to hide swastika tattoo on his arm. 
"My mother works at the national bank 
and I just dress like this to make her mad." 
She reaches up and tugs his spiked mohawk. 

"You are no real Nazi, you cute little putz," 
she snickers and twaddles ring in his nose, 
then leans head on his shoulder with a sigh. 
"When I was fourteen at my house in Munich, 
six Nazis broke in and beat up my father 
because he taught philosophy at Ludwig." 

Caressing his cheek as he stares surprised, 
the old woman with long scar on her face 
hugs him tightly then sighs, "They made me cook 
schnitzels and spaetzle, then each took their turn 
pretending I was his cute faithful wife, 
dressed in white lace dress with ribbons and bows." 

Clutching his left hand with bright cheerful smile, 
she makes him caress the scar on her face. 
"And on the seventh day they cut my face, 
and left me for dead, all bloodied and bruised, 
on steps of my synagogue they burned down. 
You should have seen how beautiful I was." 

Wrenching himself with horror from her grasp, 
Peter runs home and upstairs to his room 
where he shaves the mohawk with razor blade, 
scrubs the fake tattoo clean off of his soul, 
and washes in the shower for two hours, 
then dresses in his sunday suit with tie. 

Staring in shock when he walks in her office, 
Sharon mutely nods her head when her son 
applies to work as accountant or clerk, 
then cries with wonder to see him apply 
serious attention to finance spreadsheets 
that calculate fall of the British Empire. 

Noble Deeds Of Good

Noble Deeds Of Good
© Surazeus
2025 01 24

Staring into empty well of his mind, 
Zarthus focuses attention of hope 
on ghost of his ancestors who stare back 
with intense contempt of indifferent Nature 
who emerges from shadow of his faith 
as serpent woman with seductive eyes. 

Wearing mask of young police officer 
named Michael Adams, son of the town banker, 
Zarthus patrols the streets of Somewhere City 
to capture criminals, rapists, and thieves, 
who respect not the rights of other people 
to pursue happiness through liberty. 

When his father, Bank President James Adams, 
calls him on the telephone in his car 
to evict James Dunn and his family 
from their old house by the car factory 
for failing to keep up with mortgage payments, 
he knocks in their door with sad trepidation. 

Standing beside Zarthus, who wears disguise 
as good police officer who upholds justice, 
James explains, "Arnold Patterson the Third, 
best friends with your father, fired me last week 
because I am black so he can hire whites, 
so that is the reason I cannot pay." 

"You and me, we went to high school together," 
James smiles, "and played on the same football team, 
winning the championship our senior year, 
so I hope you would help me to convince 
your father to suspend payments for now 
till I can find another paying job." 

Analyzing level of social morals, 
Zarthus, Angel of Justice under Raguel, 
whispers as voice of conscience in the heart 
of Officer Michael Adams that justice 
demands he arrest the real criminals, 
the Banker and the greedy Factory Owner. 

Casting Angel of Justice from his heart, 
Officer Adams evicts the Dunn family, 
James and Rachel with their five hungry children, 
forcing them to leave the old run-down house 
with nothing but one suitcase with some clothes, 
then reports to his father at the bank. 

Deserting the promising officer 
who would have performed noble deeds of good, 
Zarthus watches him run and win election 
as Attorney General of Bannassaw, 
where he protects bankers and factory owners 
who exploit poor people for fiscal gain.