Mask Of Ironic Jesus © Surazeus 2025 03 17 While wrestling windy shadows of my mind that buzz electric moonlight through my body, I sing ethereal sorrow of the sea in heart-wrenching melodies of despair to highlight beauty of this eerie world that shimmers from each object I observe. Down distant winding Road of Anywhere I run toward stark horizon of desire to find beyond bleak nothingness of death some perfect meaning framed by creed of faith, but float on wings of Icarus I steal to wrestle windy shadows of my mind. Emerging from cracked dragon egg of fear quicker than huge cockroach along my table, with Phoenix wings too tangled in phone lines, demonic Grendel crouches in my heart, wearing golden mask of ironic Jesus to offer salvation from propaganda. So I shout random concepts in weird spells to divert acid attention of Death from hidden treasures of my pulsing soul which unravel curses of legal discourse congealing into propaganda code designed to hypnotize with truthful lies. Beneath the plum tree in Garden of Eden, where John Keats transcribed sweet enchanting song of the lonely nightingale with pure verse, I attend unruly ghoul of my heart to compose divine hymn that transcends truth, which expands, rather than converts, the mind. With each eccentric verse of sentient spark, I sing with mercurial voice of the wind, my mind swells glow of consciousness beyond bounds of acceptable theology to enclose zillions of worlds teeming life in unified matrix of the White Whole. Transforming from fish of mindless desire to observant human measuring objects so I can analyze chemical process of atoms that construct and destruct forms, I evolve from hairless ape to wise god who dreams entire bloom of the universe. With tight-wrought verses of conceptual truth, that wind coiled energy of psychic hope to power time-machine of mental flight, I record my quest to design world view that helps me navigate hostility in poems that map my brain ontology.
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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Monday, March 17, 2025
Mask Of Ironic Jesus
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Orpheus takes off his mask of ironic Jesus to see the demonic Grendel crouched in his heart with a smirk of knowingness.
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