In Times Of War © Surazeus 2025 02 09 In times of war the prophets all come out and wander wind-swept streets with tangled hair, then, with anguish in their eyes, sing and shout about how doom and death are everywhere, which causes everyone to be alarmed when they would rather be happily charmed. While Nostradamus in his ivory tower prophesies how every tyrant will fall after their sudden rise grasping for power, the nameless jester writes spells on the wall of church and bank in formulas of fate that expose the king for his racist hate. Yet everyone keeps driving in their cars to earn just enough money to pay bills, because fortunes are not defined by stars, and no one wants to go back to the hills to hunt for mushrooms and rabbits to eat, but all are silent when the rich men cheat. Though poetry we write with bleeding hands makes nothing happen in valley of skulls, we blow wind from our mouths across the lands that challenge cowboys to wrestle gold bulls worshipped by the people as god of wealth who steals all their money with sneaky stealth. Though Keats admires song of the nightingale while lounging under the timeless plum tree, I decry how everything is for sale by oligarchs who fetter Liberty when they invade public Garden of Eden and build shopping malls to pave over Heaven. Cold raindrops fall through our bodies of dreams and blend with endless rivers of our tears, then splatter back with mocking Mask of Seems which cannot hide our heart-enshrouding fears, yet songs we share in darkness of despair beam bright at dawn with soul-reviving care. For two centuries we built in our land strong institutions for free governance, but they crumble as castles made of sand, destroyed by pirates with no reverence, so corporate kings exploit the working poor who cry out to the wounded matador. In times of war the poets wander lost, reciting through domestic quietude quaint epiphanies of the Holy Ghost to shore dream fragments in false fortitude, till mermaid voices wake us in surprise so we perform conceptual role as spies.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Sunday, February 9, 2025
In Times Of War
Saturday, February 8, 2025
Wisdom Of Dead Stars
Wisdom Of Dead Stars © Surazeus 2025 02 08 She would confess strange sorrows of her heart but Zahara thirsts for laughter of light, so she strides boldly through the twilight zone to find glowing cave where the demon core radiates aggressive wisdom of dead stars, transforming wizards to demonic ghouls. Hearing endless song of waves on soft shores, Zahara runs where the wild river flows around crumbling hills where crooked trees grow with wordless amusement of the lonely cloud that reveals roundness of the world to her because the sea unravels happiness. Turning away to face cold bitter winds, Zahara asks the bright sun in bleak sky for mercy in the waste land of despair where no shadows shade her soul from hard love as she speaks her heart in the heartless gloom to the ghost whose blood still sings from the sand. Knowing stars may never fall from the sky, Zahara cups rain in her grateful hands to drink refreshing joy of shattered clouds that wash her bitter sorrows to the sea which shines in her parallel universe with tears from mothers whose sons die in war. Unveiling beauty of the desert sky, Zahara hides her language in sharp sand so she can describe absence of her love who folds insouciant silence in his chest as she cries out with shock of hungry hope to understand salt of the restless sea. While asking the sea for names of the dead, Zahara wades knee-deep in angry waves to search for bodies of children and brides who float with anguish in abyss of tears till they sprout wings of swans and fly away which leaves her alone with the fractured stone. Grasping fragments of their ethereal souls, Zahara gathers voices of the dead to weave them in weird song of lonely faith that breathes in beauty and exhales despair which fills frail glass of immortality from which she drinks sweet juice of ancient trees. Embracing luminous phantom of love, Zahara places flowers on two graves where her mother and father dissipate in crumbling sand that sparkles in sunlight, then opens hand with seeds of aching loss, smiling sadly as the desert lark eats.
Deaf Devils Of Fate
Deaf Devils Of Fate © Surazeus 2025 02 08 After swimming in bright river of ghosts, Ophelia dries her hair on grassy shore, then walks back to town in blue evening glow, entranced by whoosh of cars with gold headlights, to relax in the Wingless Horse Cafe where the deaf devils of fate sing folk songs. When Hamlet and Odysseus arrive with noisy laughter of entitled boys, Ophelia hides her face with subtle grace behind thick book of Chinese poetry to read of cranes above mountains of mist where the deaf devils of fate play jade flutes. When Hamlet sees her eating apple pie, hair haloed by light of the stained glass window showing Keats and Fanny by the plum tree, he sits at her table with cheerful grin and asks how she has been the past few weeks since the deaf devils of fate stole her car. Leaning forward to whisper in harsh tone, Ophelia inquires why he returned all the letters she wrote to him last summer, because she burned them on the river shore, then requests that he leave her alone now though the deaf devils of fate call her name. When Hamlet grabs her arm with intense glare, Ophelia slips free with notebook and bag, and hurries down the street where crickets chirr, then sits on park bench by the overpass to cradle fragments of her broken heart which the deaf devils of fate gave to her. When dark figure in shadows of old trees approaches her seat in the empty park, Ophelia stiffens with urgent fear, breathing deep to calm wild beat of her heart, till young man with guitar asks where to go to join the deaf devils of fate for supper. Pointing back at the Wingless Horse Cafe, Ophelia stands and prepares to run, but pauses when the street musician smiles, "My name is Orpheus the Troubadour, and I just arrived from Gotham today to sing songs with the deaf devils of fate." Walking with him back to the bright cafe, Ophelia orders two vegeburgers and chamomile tea with honey and ginger, and smiles bright as he relates his adventures hitchhiking from Seattle to Miami with the deaf devils of fate in his heart.
Blankness Of The Sky
Blankness Of The Sky © Surazeus 2025 02 08 If I should see in blankness of the sky face of the girl who knows my secret name I will focus attention of my eye to translate mysterious code of the game humans perform to gain and maintain power from mirrored chamber of the hilltop tower. When I feel vibes from blankness of the sky radiate bright waves of psychic energy I search cave of illusions for the Why when I strum tunes on lyre of Mercury in mental war against tyrant of hate who strives in vain against celestial fate. Though angels fall from blankness of the sky to wander lost as humans on hard Earth I hire them all to play the clever spy uncovering wealth Midas denies has worth in awkward trick of jesting which confounds proud fascists strutting stiff on burial mounds. I hear voice call from blankness of the sky, "Know, phony patriots of America, fooled into following the Antichrist, King Midas will soon serve wise Onatah who rules Zarathia, Land of the Free, by enforcing Justice and Liberty." Jupiter shines in blankness of the sky through noble fight against Pluto the grim, leading us to rescue Liberty from plight by chanting magic spell in charming hymn exposing bullies who lie to deceive frightened people who come at last to grieve. Lucifer leaps through blankness of the sky to conquer the conqueror with just law and restore to each soul their civil rights bestowed at birth from heart of Onatah who washes our souls clean with blood of truth through sacrifice of our messiah sleuth. Stars disappear from blankness of the sky except through far-sight of the telescope for which I analyze bright Golden Eye that watches how we mortal humans cope from crystal palace on high pyramid while I map myths in complex psychic grid. Because gods play in blankness of the sky, through sharp invective of satiric code, that cracks the golden mask of tyranny, snide jesters mock King Midas and his toad to crown Minerva Goddess of the World who reigns with justice of the cosmic herald.
Arrow Of Free Will
Arrow Of Free Will © Surazeus 2025 02 08 My heart is pierced by arrow of free will when I read in newspapers around the world stories of people who suffer from wrongs committed by criminals blind with hate, which spurs me to wear cape of Superman and play role of Jesus in world events. My heart is burned by arrow of free will when the fascist dictator blind with greed attempts to overthrow our government, then storms the citadel of global power to conquer the world and crown himself Christ as incarnation of Storm God on Earth. My heart is stung by arrow of free will when grand institutions of liberal progress are bulldozed by aggressive corporate kings who seize control over our fiscal fountains to steal tax dollars from our working hands and fill their thirsty bank accounts with blood. My heart is spurred by arrow of free will when Midas grabs gold Scepter of Zambor and parades in new clothes before the world, turning everything he touches to trash while leading crusade to conquer the Earth and drink blood oil with insatiable thirst. My heart is fired by arrow of free will when Pluto tries to conquer Scythia as old King Jupiter sleeps in Stonehenge while Lucifer with sword Excalibur guards Liberty who holds the Lamp of Truth to lead our fight against his tyranny. My heart is fueled by arrow of free will when Hidden Dragon from Cave of Illusions rises on Phoenix wings from flames of war to unite in Anglonesian Empire Zarathia, Gothinia, and Russia, and guard Elysium from invading hordes. My heart is fixed by arrow of free will when Cupid fires his Bow of burning gold and Odin drives swift Chariot of fire so Jesus builds Temple of Solomon to rule the world from New Jerusalem in glass pyramid city on Mount Zion. My heart is healed by arrow of free will when Onatah teaches me to plant corn and tend Garden of Eden with kind hands that unites Babylon and Avalon with Oregon in fane on Mount Takoma where I play Lyre of Mercury with hope.
Friday, February 7, 2025
Eyes Of The Laughing Tree
Eyes Of The Laughing Tree © Surazeus 2025 02 07 Half dead from sorrow of the laughing tree, Erick stares at shadow in the Face Pool, shocked he resembles old man he once knew who vanished in the woods long years ago, then grins when the tortoise with stoic eyes breaks surface of the pool with haunting silence. Concerned for safety of the laughing tree, Emzara gathers apples in the woods to feed her husband who constructs the ship in which he plans to sail the stormy sea, till she finds young man staring at his face mirrored by the small pool of haunting silence. Startled by soft voice of the laughing tree, Erick looks up to see in long green gown young woman holding basket of ripe fruit who smiles and offers apple in her hand, so he accepts and stares in sea-blue eyes where he sees wild flood of haunting silence. While hoping to protect the laughing tree, Emzara contemplates mysterious flash which reveals all that is wrong with this world, but asks young man who guards undoor of time if he feels optimistic about fate, so he whispers dream spell of haunting silence. Eager to map eyes of the laughing tree, Erick traces his steps in the waste land to record proper path to Wonderland where Rapunzel and Richard Lion-Heart host global Feast of the Epiphany where Orpheus sings hymn of haunting silence. Returning to field of the laughing tree, Emzara shows the young World Conqueror how Jason constructs the swift Argos ship with wood stolen from the Temple of Baal so he can sail across the storm-wracked sea to find Atlantis lost in haunting silence. Naming new continent for his old mother, Erick builds home-fort by the River Styx to store the Golden Fleece he stole from Colchis where Anahita pours Dionysian wine in the Holy Grail, encrusted with rubies, to reveal sacred truth of haunting silence. Tending horses in the stall on the ship, Emzara watches stars behind rain clouds, and calculates days since they left Sumeria should bring them to lush shores of Shangdong soon where Nuwa welcomes them with open arms to feast on pyramid of haunting silence.
Lantern Of Lost Hope
Lantern Of Lost Hope © Surazeus 2025 02 07 First key word that opens locked door of thought flashes with starlight in shallow Face Pool to lure with eerie melody of hope blind souls who wander roadless woods of fate with lantern of lost hope in trembling hands till they vanish in voice of nothingness. Carla laughs while she knocks at the locked door because no one answers her frantic call, so she places her Death Book on the floor, then leans gasping for breath against the wall with lantern of lost hope in broken heart to draw map of her dreams on wyrd star chart. Jesse sits on tree stump in rain-wet field after chopping Tree of Knowledge with ax polished sharp on dragon bones of despair to ask the quick sharp-tailed sandpiper why with lantern of lost hope in both his eyes he cannot see the angel of star fire. Carla mumbles that twigs and brambles tear hem of her dress as she tromps in dark woods to find cave of the television bear named Grendel who haunts quiet neighborhoods with lantern of lost hope that shimmers gold of undulating rays through time-space fold. Jesse teaches his clever son David how to sling stones with a taut leather strap when they go hunting in Broceliande where Grendel steals computers from the store with lantern of lost hope after midnight who mocks young shepherd security guard. Carla stops in the quaint white-steepled church where old Goliath is mopping the floor to ask questions about the Holy Ghost, so they sing the twenty-third psalm, and pray with lantern of lost hope under the cross, then share feelings about maternal loss. Jesse finds sandal Eurydice wore while dancing to her wedding in Stonehenge, and weeps that she will sing and dance no more, then sets on her shrine the last sacred orange with lantern of lost hope lighting her tomb to write obscure prophecy of world doom. Carla rides the bus to Elysium two seats behind Grendel and Artemis who talk about the novel Moby Dick, how the White Whale represents hostile Nature with lantern of lost hope in his stomach where Jonah asks Kwan Yin to marry him.
Picnics In The Glade
Picnics In The Glade © Surazeus 2025 02 07 If we could go on picnics in the glade by the happy river, just like we used to, we could assimilate glow of our hearts as lovers lounging in flowers of hope that wilts at untold tale of our lost pride, deserving pleasure we keep to ourselves. Though fungus clings to trunks of fallen trees along untrodden trails of mountain glades, we could commit our seasons of fresh youth to carefree wanderings far from cityscapes of relentless busyness to succeed, yet how times have changed at the fall of truth. Our wordless vanity of hope persists in fooling us that all we know as true might remain secure as foundation stone on which we built our national world view that every person breathing air of faith deserves fair chance to work with dignity. What strenuous agony of desire still urges us to fight for what is right straight against petulant aggressiveness of thieves disguised as honest patriots who insist fortune is for them alone, according to beatitudes of stones. All should inherit fertile land of faith without cumbersome shade of blinding greed, reflected clear in how the peacock struts, but many poor in spirit grasp for power where lone angels weep around human graves by selling alien merit never earned. Being born of Earth, we climb mountain trails to transcend social hierarchies of power in bid to reclaim opportunities for living safely in vast urban zones as ours with legal grounds of unproved birth, since the moon glares askance at our desires. At stark diminution of reserved fate, trapped by extent of language unexpired through amorous attention of police, we claim with bold assertion of respect green innocence of deeds ancient gods cause humans to perform with penance of rage. With curious indictment of bold deeds we decide to escape the fascist state imposed on institutions disempowered by gangs of greedy goons in business suits, and walk the signless wilderness of faith to picnic in peace in the mountain glade.
Illusion Of Their Love
Illusion Of Their Love © Surazeus 2025 02 07 Alert to wings of fire, her heart has flown from heavy horror of aggressive fear to brood in twisted limbs of that vast tree that explodes slowly from soil of despair, blinded by illusion of what should be, till she breaks free to manage what is real. Eager to express with clandestine faith secure felicity of fluent force, Yasmina laughs with horror of surprise at shocking silence of martialized wind, cheated by aggressive theft of desire, and quivers with compassion to survive. Bathed in regressive waves of rancid hope, contrived by voices who demand she pray with obedient submission, she escapes comprehensive strictness of binding laws to dance with brittle joy on restless shores beyond all bounds of false propriety. Duped by delusion of bland liberty, she feels was promised by society, Yasmina plucks plums from time-twisted tree to taste bitter sweetness of claims denied, then twirls about on graceful toes of fear to hide hard-bitten angst of honesty. Though bombs no longer blast her paradise to swirling dust of political lies, stirred by international promises of protection from hate, Yasmina sings beautiful hymn to hide anguished despair with mercurial voice of resigned respect. Fierce soldier wrapped in shield of bitter hate for family murdered in the holocaust, glares at young girl by the broken plum tree, who knows without doubt of religious faith he is her loving husband and soulmate in some other world of the multiverse. With gentle smile that hides terror of pain, Yasmina offers Ariel ripe plum from tree of her heart, so, behind his mask of blinding rage, his heart stirs from dark cave to gaze with reverence at her radiant face with light that dispels cruel storm of regret. With surprise of the angel stuck in Hell, Ariel comes to realize with faint hope that he has met his soulmate in gray ruins of shattered enterprise, and so they build in their hearts quaint home with garden of trees where they dwell in illusion of their love.
Thursday, February 6, 2025
Secret Country Johania
Secret Country Johania © Surazeus 2025 02 06 They all gather under the sprawling elm to share stories about the falling star that shines as beacon in the misty night to light the road their feet have yet to blaze across the windy meadow to the lake where the old woman laughs till they all die. When the stout man in the long leather coat arrives with bag of apples for them all, they ask about the country he came from, so John explains his land is made of birds who like to drop acorns on river shores where they all fall asleep just before dawn. Hands pressed in crimson mud of wordless fear, Johanna looks up through long twisted limbs the sprawling elm reaches up to grasp the moon which smiles at her through flashing swirl of clouds, reluctant to accept the final end where lovers embrace in shadow of hope. Our shadows merge in one soft gleam of light, she wonders when she stands on dizzy Earth, embarrassed by compassion she conceals from people speaking endless streams of sound that never resolve into clear concepts which formulate bony light of the moon. With sudden flash of insight made of rain, Johanna grins with laughter of success that she will build from fractured light of time new world of peaceful joy from guilty love, designed as emblem of the optimist that quivers weirdly on the muddy shore. Because our moon will never disappear, though it waxes and wanes on rainbow hill, she asks her shadow hidden in the elm why people always die and vanish blank as absence of their souls she yearns to see, liquid water that curls around her legs. Only the Orphean Warbler of fate ever answers her desperate query of hope, so she opens her hands to offer seeds, and stands still with eternity of faith while he hops on her arm with casual trust at joyful sparkle of her silver eyes. I will name my secret country Johania, Johanna giggles while she twirls around, delighting in how her skirt becomes wings, and though she cannot fly high she pretends, then everyone under the sprawling elm cheers and claps when she dances beyond death.
Something Seems To Become
Something Seems To Become © Surazeus 2025 02 06 Something seems to fall somewhere for some time. Someone asks somebody about something and they reply with some words about why. Somewhere someone else now goes nowhere else. The angel of death walks on the sea shore and talks to the shadow with wordless thought. Tangled vines heavy with grapes hang on poles. The girl talks nonsense words to the blind tree about why clouds erase shadows of light. She dwells at the beginning of the end. She asks if she is who she thinks she is and listens to no one ever respond. She puts blank books on the library shelf where no one reads them till the end of time. When anyone asks her about her name she smiles and pretends they can understand. Something floats past her face with ancient wings. She wonders why she cannot see her face. Wheels spin in flashing ecstasy of thought. No one believes they are the one robot who understands human nature the best. She points her finger to reveal the west where the sun bleeds into the desert waste. Something acquires value when it gets bought. Something seems to become more real than real. She refuses to explain how she feels. Someone asks her if she wants to return so she stands somewhere else just for some time. Everyone sees her shadow on the ground disappear each time clouds bring silent rain. She runs somewhere for some time to explore some place where she has never been before. Everywhere encloses somewhere in walls designed to make things seem invisible. Else she backtracks on signless road to show everyone why she is someone they love. He stands somewhere and thinks about someone who is doing something to become real. She gives him photograph of his real face but he decides he is sure it is fake. She gives him bones of children time devoured to prove she understands nothing at all. With minimal effort of divine breath she speaks to everyone about how death will erase everyone from light of time. Something seems to appear before her eyes so she reaches out and touches the mask. She wonders why she is nobody else.
Green Eye Of Faith
Green Eye Of Faith © Surazeus 2025 02 06 Imaginary life of sunlit trees transforms my garden into metaphor for memories of my childhood in my heart preserved as fruit transformed from wordless dirt by green blood flowing in its heartless trunk so I perceive this world with green eye of faith. Green limes on twisted limbs at midnight flash when joyful thunderstorms drench Earth in rain to spark life from barren waste land that makes indifferent Nature seem most generous with bountiful gifts we humans accept when we offer prayers with green eye of faith. Complex spectrum of feeling, we design to be accessible with social code, helps us determine state of mental health which reprograms our national world view to learn lessons of life from tragedy ordaining plain truth with green eye of faith. Contriving panorama for new grief, relevant to political respect that expands bright insight in human nature, we attend progress of garden estates where vital crops bloom in meadows of hope based on harmony with green eye of faith. To meditate in theater of time we enter cave of illusions and dream patterns for eternal forms of ideas embodied within bounds of time and space by growth and decay of material bodies for precise structures with green eye of faith. Exquisite beauty of eternal forms manifest in material bodies, flawed with variations of special design, inspires my heart to expand conscious view of Earth within our vast cosmology in wholeness perceived with green eye of faith. Unbleached experience of this complex world programs ultimate mirror of weird truth with flexible categories of thoughts that distort primal sensations with art which duplicates particulars from laws through apprehension with green eye of faith. Imaginary life of unsplit stones contains eternal beauty in bright gems hidden inside skull of Leviathan who crawls up river of perceptive facts, evolving from fish into wingless angel who speaks language spells with green eye of faith.
Ritual Of Remembrance
Ritual Of Remembrance © Surazeus 2025 02 06 To perform ritual of remembrance well in quiet darkness of the window light we hide our sorrows in clear candle flame reflected in clean mirror of our hearts that shines shocked with unpredictable will encased in pearl of wisdom we must share. Through miraculous constancy of faith we try to merge opposing force of will in swirled cooperation of respect that maps conceptual landscape of our love where bounds of our alien countries meet as sunlight in small raindrop on frail leaf. With accidental verve of vital hope I ascend spiral staircase of sunbeams, built on associations of key thoughts, that rises from substantial well of dreams which dissipate as mist in morning light so I hold crumbles of dirt in my hands. Enormous dragon rising from deep sea grips silver Saturn rocket in sharp claws while trundling clumsily across soft sand to explore Euclidean complexity of brains that generate Realm of Ideas where anything we think is possible. Our eyes can measure with alacrity of cheerful love for our indifferent world impossible curves of light rays that beam from ancient stars so far away in space they all burned out millions of years ago though they still twinkle in our empty sky. Entangled in sunlight of swirling waves, we dream beginning of our carbon souls connecting through genetic coils of hope in bubbling flash of hydrothermal vents to map our quest four hundred million years evolving from fish into wingless angel. Bored of hot timeless heat on sandy beach, we clash two rocks with rhythmic attitude, and laugh with startled delight when bright sparks of fallen stars erupt in graceful flames which we obtain to transform soil of Earth in vast network of computing machines. Clear questions of desire could clarify distorted assumptions of hungry hope when we communicate needs we fulfill as we seek mate to generate new life so we continue reproducing souls as long as Earth teems with organic life.
Wednesday, February 5, 2025
Alchemy Of Sorrow
Alchemy Of Sorrow © Surazeus 2025 02 05 When I hear you call my name in the gloom, mercurial Hermes with eyes of weird stars, I follow echo of your voice through woods to where you hold the bright sun in your hands, flame of fire encased in hard diamond gem, so I can learn your alchemy of sorrow. Though you are unknown to the world today, mercurial Hermes with deft crafty hands, I feel your spirit shining in my heart which animates my quest around the world to sing of strange beauty in human hearts, souls transformed by your alchemy of sorrow. Though I try not to be frightened by you, mercurial Hermes with eagle-wing arms, I dance with your excessive energy of prophetic charm on the White House lawn to show how Midas will fall in disgrace corrupted by your alchemy of sorrow. Though you reveal how our empire will rise, mercurial Hermes with pentecostal tongue, I chant hermetic spells of social change exposing how Midas with purblind greed mutates gold paradise to iron hell by perverting your alchemy of sorrow. Since you call me with ardor of deep faith, mercurial Hermes with clandestine plan, I build huge temple on celestial shore to preserve your mad prophet Baudelaire beside your corpse where worshippers can pray for secrets from your alchemy of sorrow. When you teach me dream code to program fate, mercurial Hermes with Sophian wand, I wake bold courage in my frightened heart to challenge Midas wearing Crown of Thorns for strength to rule Zarathian Empire which I build with your alchemy of sorrow. When I sense your bright presence everywhere, mercurial Hermes with Charonian boat, I sail across the wild Atlantic Ocean to find Gothinia under Irminsul who gives me Book of Wisdom she composed where she records your alchemy of sorrow. Since you assign me monumental task, mercurial Hermes with Helmet of Hope, I reunite with Sermon on Mount Zion fractured nations of Romulus and Jesus when I make Anglonesia great again, fused with love through your alchemy of sorrow.
Glimmer Of Weird Fate
Glimmer Of Weird Fate © Surazeus 2025 02 05 Though all the rivers of the world run dry and rain never falls again from the sky, Sylphus will cry when he hears the sweet tune Rhea sings while she dances by the moon in long gown that flutters in the soft breeze long after she died in the winter freeze. While Philomela on the river shore sings with nightingales by the temple door, Lupa boils rabbit stew on the hot stove, and twin wolf boys play in the apple grove, roving in the forest of seven hills to play with wolves along the sparkling rills. Lounging outside mossy Lupercal cave, Tiberinus dips hand in river wave to clean each fig he plucks from the broad tree, then chuckles when he sees wolf boys leap free and dance around him, flapping arms like wings, till he gives them his special magic rings. When they lie together under bright stars, the old river god tells them about Mars, their father who guards their spirits from harm with magic radiance of the golden charm, and sent Faustulus to raise them with care, till they sleep with red flowers in their hair. Racing in the woods in shadows of faith, Sylphus protects twin boys from hidden wraith, keeping them safe when they fish in the stream, and grinning amused when they drink milk cream till Lupa chases them from the sheep pen but sighs resigned when they sneak in again. Leaping from temple on the river shore, where Saturnus strums lyre inside the door, Romulus and Remus race in the vale around in circles on the forest trail, running to the top of the Palatine then down and back up the steep Aventine. Gasping for breath and laughing with respect, they enter Lupercal cave to inspect large diamond that glitters in rocky wall, amazed by strange glow of the waterfall, then run to temple where Saturnus draws letters in spells that describe the first cause. Turning surprised at glimmer of weird fate, Remus sees Juturna step through the gate, so he offers her red rose of his heart, and blushes when she puts it on her cart, which he pulls to spend more time by her side, then he kneels and asks her to be his bride.
Rage Of Lost Centuries
Rage Of Lost Centuries © Surazeus 2025 02 05 The sea is still cold with oblivion, hurling waves with rage of lost centuries at ground of truth we always believed in, but no real path in the world is ever straight, so I set object of my life to reach distant hills that are exploding again. For over one hundred years of hope now our world of cities mushrooming from death has been flaring with rockets of ambition that shatter cathedrals and mosques to dust for they were propped up with deceptive lies that cannot protect our souls from the truth. Red hyacinths of winter mornings burn with frantic music of aggressive birds that follow refugees in the waste land who clap their hands and stomp on empty graves because the last soldier to die in war gave up attempting to write songs of love. When banks and cathedrals of futile faith stand empty along busy city streets, we know the angels who came a long way hold solid anguish of doom in their hands after wandering in helpless woods with Death while deciding what action to perform. Bright bells of noon can no longer be heard across the campuses of higher learning where scholars write formulas of despair with blood of angels on vanishing walls that defeat is no word the young accept when they go searching for the Promised Land. The heart that gathers honest loneliness sinks into swirling ocean of false words, so we return from wilderness of lies with nothing but the truth in open hands, determined to build from ruins of faith world empire based on liberty for all. Dark evening gives bright river to our eyes so we all follow our own river home, yet gather confused on the ocean shore all nations of the Earth in restless crowd to seek guidance in our indifferent stars till the darkness tells us how to behave. Justice wears one single face of respect composed of every face we humans wear as we proclaim in court of honest tales we are the heroes of each judgment case, yet when I observe the whole human race I see myself in every nameless face.
Weird Immortal Hope
Weird Immortal Hope © Surazeus 2025 02 05 Each star that flashes in the telescope illuminates old river of desire from which the fruit tree drinks electric tears so we taste bitter sweetness of this life each hour our souls flower from the blind stone to become new window of the Star Mind. So, when the stone of weird immortal hope extends roots down to center of the world, we wake from agony of hope for love, bodies composed of vibrant chemicals that fractalize through spirals of desire to channel god soul in our liquid bones. Arranging stones in circle over dirt, Leticia waters seeds of herbs and flowers that blossom from moist soil of her sad heart as they transform into library shelves where birds fold wings into pages of books that record tale of every conscious soul. As non-believer in the faceless god, whose shadow looms in clouds above the world, Leticia exits empty church of skulls where shadows of angels play hide and seek till stones crack open at soft lightning strikes to reveal pure light of eternity. Uncertain whir of gloom in sudden smoke, that deviates from her unconfirmed flight plan with graceful thrust across slick lake of ice, motivates response Leticia conceals with gentle smile of constant innocence, lost in humming darkness of mute dawn. Holding herself still in sparkles of snow, Leticia studies with inherent faith four snow buntings that chirp on the barbed wire about enchanting beauty of the moon which shines regardless of fierce politics that defines how men clash to control wealth. Sweet scent of honeysuckles after rain invites Leticia to analyze pain reflecting her face in the garden pool where she sees vision of houses on fire though nothing so dire is happening now, she assures herself because birds still chirp. Gazing through the telescope of false faith, Leticia calculates future events based on how planets glitter in the sky, wondering what empire of wealth will replace vibrant democracy of rolling stones which sprout into trees inside prison walls.
Tuesday, February 4, 2025
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.
Monday, February 3, 2025
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.
Sunday, February 2, 2025
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.
Saturday, February 1, 2025
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.
Friday, January 31, 2025
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.
Thursday, January 30, 2025
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.
Wednesday, January 29, 2025
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."
Tuesday, January 28, 2025
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.
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