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.
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, April 7, 2025
Always Fight For Freedom
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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury while William Wordsworth sings with tremulous voice in the shadowed woods of human history.
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