Ocean Of Celestial Tears

Ocean Of Celestial Tears
© Surazeus
2025 05 23

When I understand the mind of the world 
I will run frantically in rain-dark streets 
to leap through fractured windows of the truth 
to swim in ocean of celestial tears 
which bleed from eyes of children without homes 
who gather at the library to read. 

I hear deep voices of the prophets call 
when they assemble in library hall 
to read weird stories of their broken hearts 
so I can understand their secret minds 
by reading names of roads on half-bent signs 
while driving past abandoned factories. 

They hide their sorrows inside locked church doors 
which writhe with agony of fractured rules  
encased in blasting sentences that blind 
eyes of false citizens through irony 
whose children play inside the schoolyard fence 
entranced to lies of strange authority. 

With dubious attention of regret 
we realize we artists must cultivate 
unreasonable enthusiasm for reality 
based on banal faith in the proud profound 
wrongly attributed to ancient seers 
with intention to subvert fools in charge. 

Rare opportunity presents itself 
for me to shirk responsibility 
so I declare with Terminator Voice 
I will be back from Heaven with the Sword 
assigned to me with right to execute 
right of the court to adjudicate laws. 

If best minds of my generation write 
daunting spells fueled by our demonic blood 
to operate machinery of night 
with dynamic stars that illuminate 
motionless world of time between our hearts 
then I vibrate with ecstasy of love. 

Shocked by the number of human beings killed 
in wars of genocide around the world 
that men have waged the past one hundred years, 
I wander foggy streets in red lamp glow 
and listen for the terror in the wall 
that explains economic formulas. 

Obscene odes of ambiguous contempt 
I paint with blood on congressional halls 
record the crimes of visionary clowns 
who whisper curses through telepathy 
while wandering lost in lonely country towns 
where ravens in oaks by my grave call me.