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.
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, April 23, 2025
Survive The Violent Storm
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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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