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Wednesday, April 23, 2025

Survive The Violent Storm

Survive The Violent Storm
© Surazeus
2025 04 23

Swollen by spring runoff of lonely hope, 
the river nymph calls for me to disrobe 
and hold her in my arms with aching love, 
so I park my car on low highway grass 
and half-skid down in my polished dress shoes 
to find the spot where gods gather to glow. 

Washing foul grime of nasty politics 
off cracked mask of my face with river tears, 
I imagine huge boulders in the stream 
crashing from distant mountain slope of bones 
when ancient demon dinosaurs of fame 
fight each other over who rules the world. 

Eager to escape collapse of our state, 
caused by thieves pillaging government banks, 
I gaze at fluffy swirls of star-white clouds 
with sigh of faint hope I could spread swan sings 
and glide with peaceful indifference to fate 
among enormous billows of despair. 

Raindrops that splash my face with sudden kiss 
through sociological appeal angels build 
offer to cleanse horror of civil war 
from fractured network of my tangled heart, 
fraught with crosscurrents of opposing views 
that offer clashing views on how to live. 

Elite club of wealthy people, who own 
imaginative concept of native land, 
clamp legal bonds of liens on clutching hands 
to exploit aggressive hope of desire 
in social programs that favor their power 
which alienates people from providence. 

With careless arrogance of the planless sage 
I measure vastness of the silent space 
between assumptions of the human race 
that some are better than others with genes 
woven by sweet angels from golden threads 
while I splash in cold river of regret. 

Bright thunderstorm of credentialed contempt 
looms over distant vales of singing skulls 
where people race each other in street maze 
to find the Holy Grail of world success 
when Jupiter blusters with arrogance 
to rearrange chess pieces of world power. 

Confused by trickery of the zodiac 
which recalculates roadway to achieve 
conceptual fame in the fantasy game, 
I choose to believe this beautiful life 
I check for myself from chaos of hope 
will survive the violent storm of world change. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus and Ophelia dry off after swimming in the river, then drive dark winding road in fog at midnight to find the restaurant at the end of the universe.

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