New Starting Point

New Starting Point
© Surazeus
2025 04 28

I cannot wait for the new starting point, 
so I rebuild intricate state of mind 
through articulate clarity of love 
by sprouting demon wings from broken hearts, 
for I can see the new world order bloom 
from foul corpse of god that fell from the stars. 

Though you may not be able to hear me, 
I speak the words of love I want to share 
so they vibrate across the universe 
and weave our alien minds with secret tales 
through advertisement of religious faith 
designed by my ancestors from despair. 

Startled by exact angle of new gain, 
that traps my sorrow in the ringing bell, 
I measure vastness of the perfect lake 
that bridges distance between our two hearts, 
animated by feelings we exchange 
with strangers we meet on the signless road. 

When beautiful Lamia with gold eyes 
slithers from Lake Lemanus at midnight, 
I follow sweet enchanting song of hope, 
she sings in weird mercurial voice of fate, 
to hear dire prophecy with aching heart 
when I gaze in sparkling swirl of her eyes. 

When luminous phantom of mute regret 
cries out with sorrow of her broken heart 
to find her child who disappeared from time, 
I build another bridge from rainbow beams 
while all the evil people of the world 
kill each other so we can live in peace. 

Till ghost of ringing bells enters my heart 
with animated passion of esteem, 
I stretch my soul beyond my comfort zone 
to allocate fractured portion of life 
with honest dedication to transform 
from snide indifference to kind respect. 

Untextured loneliness of moon-gold light 
urges me to dig roots to core of Earth 
so I can reinvent my naked soul 
with special new mask that conceals my pain 
while I wander with Death in drenching rain 
because she knows what I have always loved. 

Attaining valuable insight to pain, 
I decide how people define my soul, 
framed by social context of liberty 
that shimmers in ethereal air we breathe 
because I map the golden way of angst 
which leads me back to the new starting point.