Glass Bones Of My Soul © Surazeus 2025 05 04 When glass bones of my soul hum at midnight I hear songs of star angels emanate through words I express with breath of my soul that flash as lightning bolts across my brain to luminate infinite space of silence that beams as bridge between our pulsing hearts. Bearing gold sword of truth in my right hand, as bold wizard of Dragon Mountain Lake, I guard secret haven where my clan dwells to protect my family home from invaders, who would enslave our bodies with cruel greed, so we live through justice and liberty. Lounging on the wood porch behind my house, on gold-sultry evening in early May, I strum guitar and sing heart-aching tunes about our human journey through the world to find safe haven amid social chaos as craftsman who creates with nimble hands. I play so many characters of fate during the course of ten thousand lifetimes, as I evolve from hunter and clan guard to poet and cartographer of tales, that I forget they all form who I am, guiding my journey to become myself. Once I am done with this current lifetime, I will hang my face as mask of my soul in ancient gallery of psychic tropes along with millions of other dream-singers whose words are written on river of time that waters plains of wheat fields and cow herds. Every man composed of flesh fueled by blood, who plays conceptual idea of Tribe Leader to define history of humanity, transforms into idol of marbled words, recorded in the Book of Faceless Gods, while their bodies rot to dust in the Earth. When I was in third decade of my life, brain buzzing with ambition to transcend role of prophet for nonexistent God, I hitchhiked great land of America with spirit of Apollo in my heart to sing chronicle of humanity. Now I wield wand with the two-headed snake as Bridge Builder in Temple of Athena to chant prophecy of the cosmic herald who builds world empire of Anglonesia from Europe, Russia, and America, to rule new United Nations of Earth.
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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Sunday, May 4, 2025
Glass Bones Of My Soul
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