Homeless In Urban Maze

Homeless In Urban Maze
© Surazeus
2025 01 28

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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