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Monday, April 7, 2025

Always Fight For Freedom

Always Fight For Freedom
© Surazeus
2025 04 07

Touched by unimaginable touch of time 
that monitors mutation of my soul, 
I climb corruptive scale of anxious care 
to meddle with avarice of my mind 
expressing hidden passions of my heart 
through outward forms that no one understands. 

Woke in sublime tower of everyday, 
I program tranquil anguish of my heart 
to adore beauteous evening we all share 
where no mighty Being outside human brains 
broods over oceans and mountains of truth 
except my own solemn thought about light. 

Though no immortal Being exists to know 
immense structure of our cosmic white whole, 
this world of changes is no less divine 
than concept of perfection our minds share 
because we program how we view the world 
with linguistic system of ideal forms. 

Thus humble at inner shrine of my heart, 
symbolized by pillared temple of faith, 
I worship mindless spirit of the Earth 
that gleams with beauty of is changing forms 
composed of flawed objects my words describe 
in visions which expand my consciousness. 

The periwinkle trailing wreaths of hope 
inspires my soul with breath of honest love 
to sing in harmony with silent notes 
that trees of many kinds in shady groves 
sing into thousand blended notes of truth 
to enchant my heart with knowledge of death. 

Creatures motivated by simple needs 
express thrill of pleasure in being alive 
through quick aggressive motions of their souls 
which fuel graceful dance their lithe bodies feel 
since all organic spirits of this globe 
exist as vibrant flash of chemicals. 

Sharp gushing song of rivers in dim woods 
explains patient hope of my sovereign cry 
to note with evidence of subtle proof 
right to exist that every creature feels, 
asserting justice against cruel assault 
in heart-pounding fight to evade contempt. 

Bitter-sweet it is with uplifted eyes 
to survey course of human history 
as constant travelers on long road of life 
to know with lamentation of respect 
that men oppress men with thought-control games 
so we always fight for freedom to love. 


2 comments:

  1. Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury while William Wordsworth sings with tremulous voice in the shadowed woods of human history.

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  2. Mutability
    William Wordsworth
    https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45531/mutability

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