Young Hearts Swell © Surazeus 2025 03 19 After he finishes his evening meal of fried chicken, chocolate cake, and grape juice, Zeus lounges on back porch in evening glow when the setting sun makes everything gold, and tells trees, "Thieves destroy the government so fearful rich men can control our minds." When rich men attempt to enslave the poor by destroying every social program that supports their efforts to work and thrive, the Freudian Fire of revolution burns hot within beating hearts of the oppressed, so they will unite to retake control. Squirrels chase each other up and down oaks, small flock of deer travel the neighborhood to eat spring-burgeoning grass of new hope, and robins attack reflections in glass, while Everyman lounging on his back porch considers how to save the land he loves. When golden daffodils of timeless faith bloom bright in yards of late-winter gray grass, our hearts rouse from drowsiness of despair at startling collapse of our nation-state, so he gazes up at clouds that gleam gold in the Maxfield Parrish sky of our hearts. Beneath wild clouds of arrogant respect, bold Cadmus strides across the horn-plowed field, and sows sharp teeth of dragons in moist soil to nurture generation of brave warriors whose young hearts swell with patriotic pride to fight well for Justice and Liberty. Across the jagged mountains of disdain clever Princess Parizade with gold eyes bears in her generous hands with ardent faith the Singing Tree that grows from hearts of those who search for love too far away from home, and gives it to the humble carpenter. When dawn light breaks the darkness of despair and Eos casts gold rays on jagged peaks, we rise from sleep in Temple of of Lost Tales to swim in swirling Lake of Synergy, then gather on the shore to fish for truth that sparkle silver as they dart in play. Beyond the moral tales of propaganda that trap our hearts with religious agenda, we search for beauty in the spinning world conjured by vision of the cosmic herald who builds from ruins of cruel tyranny new system of global democracy.
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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Wednesday, March 19, 2025
Young Hearts Swell
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Orpheus lounges on his back porch and ponders how to build new world order of Zarathia from the ruins of America.
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